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Coitus Interruptus	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 1218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Coitus Interruptus
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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Blindly reaching up, Shin grasped the icy chains that were binding him and with a combination of his firm grip and the momentum from his kick managed to snap them as he swung his leg up into her stomach. Slivers of ice rained down from the ceiling as her spell was broken. Now free from all restraints, he lunged forward toward her.
Although Starr tried to dodge the sudden kick, she couldn’t move swiftly enough. With a pained grunt, the air was knocked out of her as she tried to remain on her feet. Through the blinding pain, she realized that he had broken free of her ice bonds, and she mouthed the words of an incantation. The air around them crackled with energy as it gathered into a tight sphere before exploding outwards, snow and ice shards flying in all directions.
An enraged snarl filled the air as Shin felt the shards pierce his flesh. His right hand grasped her left hand and spun her around so that she now faced one of the walls and he shoved her toward it with his left.
Starr hit the wall roughly, a gasp of pain leaving her as her previous injury screamed in protest along with her now sore stomach. She didn’t have time to react however as her hands were pulled behind her back and held in one of his as he pressed his weight against her, pinning her to the rough wall. She attempted to struggle, but it was no use.
Shin felt the telltale crackle of energy gathering around her and swiftly snatched her hair in his free hand, pulling it back sharply. The magic swiftly dissipated, and he kept a firm grip on her hair, pulling her head back painfully. The energy had been far, far less than before, and the fact that she hadn’t immediately tried to cast another spell informed him that her reserves had finally run out.
“You’ve made a mistake, dur hrea... “ He growled lowly, his nose lowering her to her neck, breathing in deeply. The perfume he so loved was stronger than ever, and even better, his own scent had replaced the lingering trace of the male that had been with her before him. “In fact, you’ve made several.”
Starr realized she was in a terrible fix. Her magic energy was too depleted to effectively combat him. Between her and Einao’s practice with it earlier in the day, to their interrupted lovemaking session, to what she’d used in here, she didn’t have enough energy left. As Shin shifted slightly, her eyes widened in fear as she felt his hard cock trapped between them.
Shin heard the sudden sound of air filling her lungs. Releasing her wrists, his right and wrapped itself around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air supply and preventing her from screaming. “No, no screaming. Unless of course you’d like to be screaming in pleasure again. That I would love to hear.” He kissed her cheek. The thought crossed his mind that he could very well take his own pleasure from her now. But the thought of taking her in such a crude way didn’t appeal to him. True, she’d done it to him, but he hadn’t been opposed to it in the slightest and had very much enjoyed it. At least up until the point she'd made it very clear she had no intention of allowing him to reach his own satisfaction. But, she’d very much oppose to his taking of her. The two things weren’t the same.
“I’ll tell you what.” He whispered, trying to calm his body down while fractionally loosening his grip on her throat, allowing her to breathe again. But he still kept his grip firm enough that she couldn’t draw in enough air to scream. “I’ll help you out here. Since I’m sure your superiors would be very disappointed to discover that I escaped because of your, ‘indiscretion’, and would most assuredly punish you for such, I’ll take the heat and act as if I broke free of those iron manacles on my own and attacked you.” He nuzzled his face in her hair. “You can even tell them I took you against your will if you want.”
That last offer his made his skin crawl. Plenty of his kind, and others, did such things, but he’d never seen the appeal of it. Even the thought of doing such a thing sickened him. And even though she’d practically done it to him, he knew she’d done so because he’d provoked her into it with his own comments. Plus, he had smelled the scent of sex on her so strongly that he could forgive her. He knew that she hadn’t done it as a means of cruelty, she’d done it because her own body had demanded it due to having been previously denied.
Starr was surprised. Why would he do such a thing? He must want something in the fortress badly if he was willing to stay and take the punishment for that. “You, you would be willing to do such a thing? Why?”
“Yes, I will be willing to do such, however, there is a price for my ‘cooperation’.” He answered, ignoring her second question.
Starr would’ve laughed bitterly if his hand hadn’t been squeezing her throat. Of course, there would be a price. “And what would that be?” She gasped out.
“You will be the only inquisitor I deal with.” He felt her breathing stall entirely for a moment, and not because he was preventing her from drawing in air. “I mean it.” He warned. “If any other inquisitor attempts to question me, the deals off. I will kill them, and anyone else who attempts to question me until either you appear, or until there is no one left alive in this fortress.” Shin was deadly serious. If killing the entire fortress was what it took to get her back in front of him, then that was what he would do.
Silence fell between them for a moment before he broke it. “Well, what’s your answer?” It was clear she was thinking over her options, but he didn’t want her to think. Thinking was dangerous to him, it meant she could find ways out or add her own terms. He squeezed her throat, painfully. “Answer me, now!” He snapped viciously.
Starr’s vision started to go dark before she finally nodded her head yes. His grip on her throat loosened once more and she took in large gulps of air, wheezing out between breaths. “Okay...deal...now let me...go.”
“Great!” He replied in a cheerful tone. He leaned in further and nuzzled her neck again. Breaking from his normal habit of anonymity, he spoke softly. “I know that now probably isn’t the time, but you, and you alone, can call me Shin.” He further emphasized his point by breathing his next words against her ear, nibbling on it a bit. “If I find out anyone else knows my name aside from you, there will be dire consequences.” He didn’t elaborate on those consequences, trusting that she could figure out what he meant on her own.
“Now, call the guards.” He muttered as he stepped away from her. This would hurt her, but he didn’t trust that she could scream convincingly enough to grab the guards attention, and not raise suspicion. Balling up a fist, he landed a punch to her side just as she yelled for the guards.
Hearing her pained cry, the guards immediately rushed into the room and found her kneeling on the floor, gasping in pain with the dark elf standing above her, his dagger raised high for the killing blow. Rushing forward, they drew their own weapons and engaged him in a fight. One yelled for more guards to come and assist.
As more guards poured into the room, Shin fought them ferociously while keeping track of Starr. Only after he’d seen her escorted to safety did he allow them to pin him to the wall again. Now, he had to wait to see if she honored their little agreement.
As the guards left him alone, he relaxed as much as he could. This time when they’d chained him, they’d chained him to the floor. This new method of confinement had been hastily constructed. The few dwarves that resided in the fortress had been called and instructed to devise a new method of containment. They’d swiftly driven metal rods into the stone floor and attached the chains to them.
And whether she told her superiors he’d attempted to take her by force or not, the guards had clearly already come to that conclusion. He’d been standing over her, and they’d both been naked. After they’d chained him up, several had taken turns beating him. Some had even drawn their weapons and stabbed him. He could still feel his blood seeping onto the floor beneath him.
The door opened and he twisted his head around to look in it’s direction. Striding toward him, was her commanding officer. And he was very clearly upset...
Meanwhile, Starr winced as the healers poked and prodded at her injuries. Both new and old. The kick to her stomach was the worst. There had been internal injuries to her organs that had taken a fair amount of healing magic to correct. And he’d very nearly dislocated her right shoulder when he’d pulled her arms upward while they were behind her back. That too had required no small amount of healing.
The head healer of the fortress passed her hand over the injury inflicted months ago in battle. The one the archer had inflicted. “You’re lucky he didn’t strike you here.” She murmured, concentrating on her magic. If he had...Well, that didn’t bear thinking about. She injected some magic into the wound anyway, extra healing attempts couldn’t hurt.
Now came the more sensitive issue. Unsure how to go about it, but knowing it had to be discussed, she took a deep breath and spoke, keeping her voice soft. “I... I know that you probably don’t want to discuss it, but, considering that you were brought to me without your armor... “
Starr nervously shook her head no. “I’m fine. Really. He... He wasn’t successful.” She quickly told the healer, and the officer next to her who was documenting everything for the Commander, that the dark elf had gotten loose during the interrogation. Saying that he’d snapped the shackles own his own. Despite that he’d told her she could accuse him of that, and he’d willingly take the blame, she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t do anything about the fact that they’d both been unclothed when the guards came in, but she could tell them that he hadn’t gotten a chance to complete the act.
Exactly why she was protecting him was something she couldn’t explain.
The healer nodded wordlessly and healed a few other minor wounds. Before releasing her, she loaned Starr a set of robes. She interrupted the officer when he attempted to question her further, informing him that Starr needed to rest. After he begrudgingly left, she turned to Starr once more. “Go get some sleep. For the next few days at least, take it easy. No more training for a bit. Not even with your magic. It has been drained to a dangerously low level. And, considering the circumstances, I’d suggest having someone else interrogate that monster.”
Starr made her way to her and Einao’s quarters and immediately went to the bathing chambers. She washed and scrubbed herself fiercely before finally soaking in the hot water. The water helped soothe her aching muscles, but it did nothing to settle her mind.
Back in the forest, Einao and his small group made their way through the forest as silently as possible. Aside from the bodies of their brethren, they could find no evidence that the dark elf had ever been there. Einao picked at a random rock in the dirt, tossing it aside in aggravation. “How’d he manage to traipse around the area and leave absolutely no trace?”
Thunder rumbled in the distance as the rest of his group looked around the area, equally confused. The wind began to pick up as the storm grew closer. “Sir? Perhaps he has a mount? A wolf maybe?” One of the guards asked hesitantly.
Einao looked to the younger female in the group who was wearing plate armor and shook his head. “The only trace he leaves of his passing is corpses. Besides, a wolf that size definitely leaves prints.” He shook his head, they’d been out here for hours. Daylight was beginning to seep through the dense cloud cover of the impending storm.
Blue eyes flashing in irritation, he stood up. “There’s nothing here. Maybe Starr had better luck. Let’s go back.” Looking to the sky, he knew that they wouldn’t make it back before it rained on them. As his small search party made their way back, he looked forward to going back to his quarters and spending some more time with Starr. Perhaps they could pick up where they’d left off?
Or perhaps it would be better if they just slept in, caught up on the sleep they’d missed because of the damned dark elf. He was exhausted and he’d bet that she was too.
After another hour’s hike back to the fortress in the rain, he made his way back to their quarters, drying off with a towel handed to him by a passing chambermaid. Opening the door, he found Starr sitting in the lounge with a glass of wine. Lost in thought, she didn’t even look up at the sound of the door opening. Walking across the room, he shook the remaining moisture from his hair and tossed the towel to the floor near the fireplace. Carefully, he sat down next to her, contemplating the glass of wine in her hand and a larger, empty, bottle he saw on the floor nearby.
Starr tensed as he sat down, partially from pain, and partially from guilt. He could never know what she’d done... She’d used another in his place, and she’d lied to their superiors about how the dark elf had gotten loose. It was bad enough that he was going to find out that she’d been injured, again. The two of them had worked so hard to get her to this point in her healing and now she was suffering a setback.
The struggle the dark elf had put forth had been surprising. He was more skilled than he appeared. Even though the guards posted to the door had run to her aid as soon as she’d called, they’d had to call for more reinforcements to effectively entrap him again. It’d taken significantly longer than it should to restrain him. And she now had a feeling that they'd only managed to restrain him because he'd let them.
A sharp pain in her stomach caused her to wince. That kick had hurt like hell. It hadn’t helped that she’d blindly gone after him immediately following their activities that she started. The blow to her unprotected abdomen had sent her to her knees quickly. She should’ve waited, gotten her armor on, before attacking him. But she’d thought that she could surprise him and kill him quickly.
She groaned to herself. If she were truly being honest, she hadn’t been thinking at all. She’d been running on pure adrenaline, the sudden realization of what she’d done had overtaken her and she’d panicked. In her panic she’d made a careless mistake, one of many mistakes she’d made that night, as the dark elf had rightly pointed out to her.
“You’re unusually silent.” Einao commented quietly, placing his arm across her shoulder, and pulling her against his side in a hug.
“Did you find anything?” She had to force herself to respond, to focus on him rather than remembering what had happened in the prison cell.
Einao sighed, running his hand through his hair. “No. It was as if we were chasing a ghost. No tracks. Nothing to suggest he’d eaten anything. No broken branches or twigs and no rocks overturned. Nothing.” He fell silent again before asking gently. “Did you have any better luck?”
Starr shook her head and took a sip from the wine glass. As she raised the glass to her lips, she realized her hand was shaking. Einao also spotted it. Mistaking her shaking for exhaustion, he pulled the glass from her and set it on a nearby table. Arranging himself into a reclined position, he pulled her close, snuggling them more securely into the soft chaise.
Starr winced again as the pain from her stomach protested the change in position. Einao noticed it. “Are you okay?” Concern filled his voice.
Nodding, she laid down, ignoring the lingering pain. The healers had done their job and repaired the damage to her organs, but the pain would have to work itself out. “I’m fine. It’s just, things got a bit out of control in the brig.”
Einao tensed, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around her. “What happened?”
Slowly she began reciting the story she’d hastily concocted about how the dark elf had freed himself from the shackles when her back had been turned. She felt shameful for the lies, but the truth would hurt even more. As more of her story was told, Einao cradled her against his chest. As he rested his cheek on top of her head, he noticed an unfamiliar scent. He breathed in more deeply. Strange, she’d never before used anything that smelled of pine. Absently, he stroked his hand through her hair, playing with the blonde silken strands. “You changed the scent of your shampoo to pine...I like it.” He commented innocently, breathing in more deeply.
Starr’s eyes widened in both shock and fear. She’d bathed and washed her hair, twice! Yet, Einao could still smell him on her!
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