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Mannimarco's Vengeance	By : Marian_Valois Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls Online Views: 5942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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”Aren't you the sharp one”, came his sarcastic answer behind her back. He leaned towards Medawen, breathed on her hair, like smelling it, with deep long sighs. The air from his breath sent chills down her back when it caressed her neck.
”You know, all this time, when I thought of you as an enemy, I never quite came to think that you are just... a woman.”
Medawen felt a strong hand slide over her shoulder. It reached for her breast, his finger circling on her hardening nipple through the nightgown. It stiffened to his touch. He took it in his fingers and squeezed and twisted it painfully. She let out a gasp, and her body wanted to fold forward, yet wasn't able to.
”A tiny thing, though. You Bosmer are so small, so easy to... subjucate.”
Medawen felt a confusion between anger and arousal. Her pride of her people forced her to get agitated, but there was something about Mannimarco's voice that had started a tingling between her legs since the first time she heard it. But she would not succumb to it, not then, and not now.
”I've never tried a Bosmer girl before”, Mannimarco announced with a mocking tone. ”I wonder if I should try out some of the little holes in my tiny little cousin.”
What is he doing?, she thought hysterically. She opened her mouth to interrupt, but Mannimarco didn't give her time.
”It never quite made sense to me, why you first fought me so diligently, and then released me, after all that pain and trouble. What say you, little hero? Was that not an invitation, hmm?”
Medawen was out of breath. What could she say? She had released him out of a whim, not knowing what would happen if he had remained in Coldharbour. She hated him, yes, but here was a twist to it. His voice, his ambition, his plans to grasp power where is was greatest – she could admire that, feel drawn to that... The confusion was overwhelming. She could only open her mouth and breath out incoherent words.
”I... I...”
Mannimarco pulled at her hair which made her cry out.
”I finally came to a conclusion”, he purred slowly in her ear, and let his hand wander in Medawen's waist, lowering it slowly in small circles. ”When you were slashing me with your little daggers, it really was uncle Mannimarco's sword you wanted inside you, wasn't it?”
He was slipping his hand towards her hips, slowly lifted the hem of her robe, slipping his hand nearly between her legs. She shivered with both fear and anticipation, unable to move.
”You wanted it, yes, I could see it in your eyes in our last battle, all the way from the very beginning. You wanted to give yourself to me, you knew I would make a better Daedric Lord than the one you vanquished, you wanted to serve the right master. You wanted me to strip you of your armor, press you on the floor and invade your little... Ooh!”
With his last words Mannimarco had thrust his fingers into her sex, only to discover that she was glistening wet. The King of Worms laughed victoriously, and raised his hand for her to see. It was soaked with her liquids, and gleamed in the moonlight coming from the window.
”Well now, little one, you wanted me worse than I anticipated! What a dirty little creature you are!”
Medawen closed her eyes and pressed her lips together in shame, trying to stop herself from quivering. She cursed her anatomy for succumbing to her nemesis's game.
Mannimarco suddenly let go of her hair, making Medawen almost fall down. Her hands were still bound behind her back, she couldn't break free. She felt his hands take hold of her arms. He flung her on her back to the bed just next to them. For the first time she was able to see his face – it was quite exactly as she remembered it, with a sinister expression on it. She hesitated.
”Are you going to kill me?”, she asked, after a few seconds of silence. She braced herself. ”I'm ready. Do it. Perhaps I deserve it.”
Her captor shook his head slowly.
”No”, Mannimarco answered almost tenderly, a cruel smile passing his lips. ”You know better than that, don't you now? You are mine now, little champion. You will serve my whims to make up for your insolence, as my little puppet. But worry not – for I am a worthy master, and you and I have such a long, long history to recall. Have no doubt, little one - I will punish you, I will make you scream. And I will enjoy it - every moment of it.”
He leaned to stroke her hair as she lay on the bed, too stunned to squirm, just staring at him with her mouth open. Mannimarco laughed.
”Oh, such fun we are going to have together.”
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