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Inescapable	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 1614 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Inescapable
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- 5-Five
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It never fails to amuse, the power I now wield. The power I hold to crush all who dare oppose me. It is a power I don't even have to think about. It comes out as naturally as any other function of my body. When I need it, it rolls off me in waves, a swing of my arm sending violent energy crashing into things. It does so now, the energy causing several armed warriors to fly back into the walls of my temple. Such is the force of their impact that the marble splinters, and their bones shatter. They will not be getting up again, their own bones piercing their internal organs.
And yet, that doesn't put an end to the battle raging all around me. I've barely begun to make a dent in the numbers that swarm my temple now. This is the largest grouping of warriors I've seen in decades. And the most varied, the warriors here a mix of people representing several of the remaining realms. They are a nuisance at best, an annoyance that takes me away from my one joy in life. Lenneth.
But I do not linger on thoughts of her, not at the moment. I neither want nor welcome the soothing effect memories of her have on me. And all because I want the rage to fester in me. My anger is an ugly, dangerous thing. It brings me to new heights of creativity in the way I deal with these miscreants who dare set foot on these hallowed grounds. None will survive, none will want to after I am done.
And yet they will still keep coming, keep trying to put an end to me. The fools don't ever learn, even as I make mountains out of the corpses of these so called heroes. There's been enough blood to flood oceans, enough dead to outnumber the living now. How many widows have wept, how many familles have grieved? There would be no need for any of it, if they would just leave me and my Goddess alone.
Is it such an outlandish thing, to want to spend eternity alone with her? We could all get along so much better if these pathetic wretches would do as I do. I've made a habit out of staying out of their affairs, at leaving them to govern themselves. I've freed them from the Gods' rules, and yet they hunger for that kind of strict guidance. They actually miss Odin's tyranny, as if a despot's rule is better than the freedom to make one's own choices.
It just furthers my anger. I find them weak, and hardly deserving of the life they have been given. If they want to die so badly, then let them come. I will easily put an end to them and their feeble hopes. Even if a hundred, no a thousand throw themselves at me, I will prevail. I'll barely work up a sweat, Gungnir moving effortlessly in my control. Even now the divine lance swings through the air, lopping off a warrior's head. I don't turn to track it's fall, but I hear the squish as some unthinking clod steps on it.
They are mobbing me, hoping their numbers are enough that someone will somehow get in a disabling blow. Their weapons can't all be enchanted metal, there simply isn't enough of it. And there is less each time their attacks fail. I've made a habit of melting down all the weapons used against me. Someday soon there won't exist even a single blade with the power to kill a God.
Maybe then these tiresome attacks will stop. I look forward to that eventuality, knowing these attacks only steal away from my time with Lenneth. Even now I should
be with her, talking with her, holding her, loving her. I am infuriated that even a single second is wasted away from her. It shows in the brutal way I use my divine powers, causing the bones of a warrior to break inside him, snap open through his skin. It is a gruesome way to die, and even more horrific to look at, the man falling to the floor with a thud.
People leap over him, trying not to cower in fear. They've come expecting the worst, expecting that many if not all will die. They charge me in groups, my energy cascading into them. Sometimes they hit walls, other times they are brought to the floor, held there to be trampled under the feet of their allies. Gungnir is on constant move, my arm never tiring from it's use.
It is BORING. They are not even a challenge. Not the mortals of Midgard, the elves of Alfheim, or the giants of Jotunheim. They are just smears of blood, bodies littering the floors. It will take longer to clean my temple of their filth than to kill them. The thought makes me laugh, even though it's true. I can see how shaken they are to hear the sounds of my amusement. They do not understand why I laugh, they must think me insane. But it is them who is crazy, repeating an act that will never have a different outcome. Must I kill every last living being in all of Creation before they will leave me and Lenneth alone to our paradise?
Lenneth! An alarm triggers in my head, one of the sensors I have set up in the many corridors of my temple, going off. Just as sudden as the first, another alerts me to the fact there is movement in the temple. A small group of men running through the halls, searching. I know instantly just who they are looking for. My anger intensifies, raging out of control. These fools I am fighting? Nothing more than a diversion. I realize that now, and am positive that none of their weapons are powerful enough to hurt me, let alone kill me.
I no longer toy with these people. I am enraged, killing as fast as I can, moving towards them rather than waiting them out. I have no time for them to work up the nerve to approach me, delivering death to all as I hunt them down. And all the while, worry eats at me. Worry for Lenneth. A part of me is reassured by the knowledge they won't kill her. Never that! They want to free her, to restore Lenneth to her powers. That is something I cannot allow. Not now when she was finally starting to come around, to warm up to me.
It's taken YEARS for us to get to this point. Whole centuries of time spent trying to teach Lenneth to love me back. Any freedoms these fools could offer her, would only be a setback, a return to the Lenneth of old. And I do not want that! Not when she has been so accepting of me as of late. There has been a softening within her, an easing of past resentments. She no longer fights me when I take her to bed, no longer forces me to hold her down. All I can think of in this moment is of the progress that will be lost, the setbacks these overly ambitious mortals will cause me.
It feels like a blinking of the eye, so quickly do I kill my attackers. I am surrounded by their bodies, their blood not only on the floor and walls, but all over me. Their bodies lay crumpled, arms and legs at odd angles that can only be achieved by the breaking of bone. Some have been completely severed, and others had their own weapons turned on them.
And yet for how fast I killed them, it wasn't fast enough. I know it, feel it. Taste the power that is surging in Lenneth. Someone has broken the chain I had locked in place around her, it's suppressing properties no longer subduing her own divinity. She is a Goddess, but one restored to the full extent of her powers. Ones that rival my own. I actually scream, the enraged bellow echoing off the walls. I call Gungnir back to my hand, vowing to myself those left alive will pay for what they've done.
I know I should take a moment to calm down. But every second is valuable, giving Lenneth the chance to remember just how to use her powers. I do not want to have to fight her, do not want to accidentally hurt her in an attempt to get her back under my control. There is no time for composure, no time to get my feelings under control. I go to her, Gungnir clasped tightly in my grip. I'm already tensing my arm, ready to lash out with Gungnir at the first warrior I see. I step through the ether, my movement fluid grace. I am poised to attack, but then draw up short, my eyes disbelieving of what they see.
There are bodies on the floor, forming a wide circle around Lenneth. The blood has splattered onto her, soaking into her hair and her dress. There is even a thick gob of an unidentifiable something dripping down her right leg. And in her hand, she holds a weapon, a sword. It is old, and looks as though it should have shattered the first time she used it. But power flows off it's blade, and intricate runes are carved into the ancient weapon. There is no doubt in my mind, that it is this sword that has freed Lenneth from her chain.
From what little attention I give the bodies, I can see their killer were merciful. Quick and efficient, not torturing them like I would have. But my mind refuses to contemplate just who is responsible for their murder. I actually try to come up with excuses, but then Lenneth turns to me. Her front is as bloody as her back, maybe even more. Her once pristine dress is now crimson colored, and sticking to her. There is even smears of blood on her face, as though Lenneth had used her bloodstained hands to brush back her hair.
For seconds we just stare at each other. I've forgotten how to breathe, looking at my bloodstained Goddess. Her blue eyes hold a vacant light to them, and her smile seems unnatural and out of place amidst this carnage. I am still trying to deny just who is responsible for these bodies, trying to ignore the fact that my Goddess' mind has clearly been broken.
I think I could have stayed frozen in place for the rest of eternity. But then slowly, her eyes darkened, the blue becoming self aware once more. Her smile doesn't falter, if anything it becomes happier. And all because she's recognized me. The sword in her hand drops to the floor, it's no longer part of her awareness. Nor does Lenneth notice the bodies, gliding gracefully forward. Lenneth doesn't even stumble when her foot hits one of the bodies. She just frowns and steps over it, like it is nothing more than an obstacle.
I thought I couldn't move, but then Gungnir is falling. My arms are now full of her, Lenneth clinging to my chest. She is crying, silent tears flowing down her cheeks. The tears are at odds with her smile, Lenneth not even aware of her upset. I can do nothing but close my arms around her, resting my chin on the top of her head.
"I missed you." Lenneth confides in me. It is something she has never admitted to me before, not even at her loneliest when it was obvious how much she longed for my company. "Did you take care of the bad people?"
My voice comes out hoarse. "Yes. Yes, I did." She looks up at me, her smile even brighter.
"Good." To Lenneth, all is right in the world now that the threat to me, to us is gone. She rubs her cheek against my jacket, then wrinkles her nose cutely. "You stink of them." I do not point out that she wears the same scent, not sure what will happen if I force her to realize what she has done.
"Easily fixed." I manage to say, my hands moving to lift her up into my arms. She just cuddles closer to me, looking up at me with a fixated stare. It is unnerving to be the sole focus of her attention. I'm realizing that to Lenneth I am the only thing that exists for her in this room. I have not yet begun to process how I feel about this change in her, my own feelings and thoughts unsettled by the days' events.
I don't even look for her chain, instead carrying her into the bathroom. She never breaks her stare, and is reluctant to leave my arms even for the short time needed to set her down before the pool of water. My hand are shaking when I begin taking off her clothes, throwing the dress to the floor. My own clothes join it, and a spell has them disintegrate into nothing.
I quickly take us into the water, wanting the blood gone from us both. Lenneth hardly sits still for this, squirming about in delightful ways. I have to take a firm grip on her, force her to remain seated on my lap. Even now it is difficult not to be affected by her, my hand rubbing soap into her skin. I try not to, but can't help but admire the way the water cascades down her breasts, nor am I unappreciative to the way she moves on top of me.
I have always wanted Lenneth, always desired her. From that first sighting, to even now, when her mind is not wholly hers. I will always want her, will never be sated no matter how many times I have her. It's never enough, no matter how often we join our bodies, within seconds of parting the feelings I have for her attempt to bring me under. I could suffocate from need of her, and it is only when I am buried deep inside her that I truly live.
Does it come as any surprise to you, that even now, I move to take her? But then I don't expect you to understand my need. Or my love for her. It is a love that has driven me to do unspeakable things. It is a love that has had me kill, has had me unravel time itself. I have tampered with the very laws of nature, mocked the Gods, and become a deity by my hand alone. This same love has driven me to posses Lenneth, to take by force what she would deny me. I've destroyed her world, supplanted it with one of my own making. I've done everything possible to ensure we would be together, that we would continue to exist side by side. Even if Lenneth's mind completely unravels, I will still be there for her.
I will take care of her. Like I have always done. There is no greater testament of my love than that. Lenneth's every need will be seen to, her every desire taken care of. I've devoted myself to her, and nothing will change that. No matter what awaits us, in the endless stretch of eternity. Even if the rest of creation falls into ruin, Lenneth and I will be together. And all because I will it, nay demand it! There is no point to living, not without her. If she hates me, or if she loves me, even if her mind falls apart. As long as I can have her with me, by my side, I will be happy.
I'm happy right now, and all because Lenneth is returning my kisses. It is more than just a yielding she offers, but sweet, eager participation. Her hands touch my face, holding me still as if I would ever think to move away from her! Lenneth is not just satisfied with my lips, she starts kissing all over my face, her soft mouth touching down every where she can reach. I revel in the attention, my own hands wandering down her body.
It's a path they've traveled a million times before, familiar but always intriguing. From the weight of her breasts, to the roundness of her bottom, or the flat plains of her stomach, I love every inch of her. I could linger forever in worship of her, and more times than not I have. And if she would stop kissing me even for one-second, I'd move to do so now.
But Lenneth seems loathe to stop. It's as if she is making up for all the touches she denied us all these years. No matter what my hands do, it seems I cannot succeed in distracting her. Not even when my hands turn gripping, fingers digging into her hips as I drag her into place over my erection. If anything she kisses me harder, tongue thrusting into my mouth. Never has she been this eager, Lenneth starting to shove back against my invading thrust. It tears a startled cry out of my throat, the warm, inviting feel of her body constricting around the tip of me.
I've been with her innumerable times. And yet always I am taken aback by how good she feels gripping me. Together we move as I haul her down, my cock settling deep within her. Time seems to freeze as I pause to savor the feel of her, my fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises on her skin. I just want to hold her for the moment, stayed joined with Lenneth for as long as I can hold out. If I don't move, this won't end. We'll be connected for forever.
But not moving is an impossibility. It is a biological imperative, one that has command of us both. My hips begin to move, to thrust in and out of her. My hands are a guiding force on Lenneth's hips, showing her the bouncing motion that will be pleasing to us both. We find our rhythm, bodies making music together. Lenneth's hands are on my shoulders, clinging to me there as she moves. When her head falls back, my kisses fall on her throat, taking it as the offering she meant.
My love for her is expressed in many ways. But none of those expressions feels half as satisfying as the moment when we join together. This is as close as our souls will come to touching, as close as I can be with her. In this moment, we are one, unwilling, unable to part. I continue to move with Lenneth, trying to stave off the ultimate enjoyment. And all because I never want this moment to end.
Not even the knowledge that eternity is ours is incentive enough to finish. I am as desperate today as I was all those millennia ago, my body so frantic and burning for her. Not even the cooling water around us can lessen the fever within me, Lenneth getting under my skin, creeping into every corner of my body.
It should be a relief when I come, the ultimate pleasure filling me. But that desperate feeling lingers, my arms wrapping around Lenneth, holding her possessively against me. I can feel the tremors of her body, her passage doing rhythmic squeezing that signal she's reached her own climax. The rest of her has become limp, my Goddess replete with satisfaction.
She actually seems close to sleeping, and only at my prodding does she lift her head. I catch sight of her eyes, and they are like nothing I've ever seen before. She is not the Lenneth I've known for all these years. Nor is she the vacant eyed goddess who had greeted me upon my arrival to the bedroom. She is somewhere in between, her eyes betraying that her mind is not wholly her own.
I've done this to her. Of that I have no doubt. Do you think me cruel to have driven the woman that I love to this point? You would not be alone in that. But I suppose it's fitting. Because Lenneth has reduced me to a similar state, making me crazy for her.
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The end...
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