Fic: Wrong
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cleoius pointed out a Voltron fic to me. It was a K&A fic as so many voltron fics are. They pretend to be all romantic and on the side of nice those K&A folks do, but they are not above the rape porn. Allura often gets captured by Lotor in these sorts of fics; the author lovingly describes how she gets smacked around and sexually assaulted by him, but apparently, as long as the evil prince doesn't actually get his alien schlong into her before she is rescued by Keith then no harm, no foul. Rarely is there a good reason given for why Lotor does not indulge himself instead of just titillating the readers, and this particular K&A fic is no exception. In the fic, Lotor strips her, fondles her, drugs her, and is all-around delightfully nasty, but, somehow, is not quite nasty enough to go all the way.
cleoius and I both agreed that the fic could use a reinterpretation in which Lotor was more accurately characterized. This is the fic that resulted.ETA: This is also my first attempt at 'head hopping'. The technique is widely reviled even when it is a technique, but it's very effective for romance and I wanted to give it a try.
Wrong
The chains around her wrists were so heavy, a low tech solution to preventing her escape, but effective. In the end she'd crumpled to the floor, sobbing with frustration and anger.
Not long after, she heard the sound she'd been dreading. The sound of his boots on the floor.
She lifted her head as he entered the room, his steps confident. He stood tall and straight as a warrior—as proud as a prince. His amber eyes were as cruel as the cat's eyes they resembled.
She saw his smile widen at the sight of her, felt a surge of hatred. At that moment she felt she could lift the chains, lift them and brain him with them.
“Good evening, Princess,” he said, laughing inwardly at the hatred she was sending his way. He could feel her fierce gaze boring into him as he walked to a table laden with bottles of different shapes and sizes and prepared a very special drink. Today had been a very good day and tonight was looking to be more of the same.
He turned, taking in the sight of his Princess, her blue eyes big and sparkling with ire, her golden hair cascading loose down her back. She was dressed only in the nightgown and robe she'd been wearing when captured. The garments were feminine, pale pink—fragile, a sharp contrast to the heavy black chains wrapped around her wrists. They were probably bruising her tender flesh with their weight. The thought sent a flicker of heat through him.
He walked over to her and crouched on his heels.
“I'll take the chains off if you promise to be a good--” Laughing, he sprang back as she lunged at him with a cry, swinging her bound wrists.
The weight of the chains carried her to the floor once more. She knelt there panting, staring at the scattering of red droplets that had spilled on the floor.
She felt a hand settle on the top of her head. The light touch had her tipping her head back her mouth open to tell him what she thought of him.
It all happened so fast, the fingers tightening in her hair, the edge of the goblet clinking against her teeth. She choked as he poured the wine down her throat, spreading a treacherous warmth as it went. She swallowed reflexively and then his mouth came down hard over hers before she could muster her wits to resist.
His princess squealed and jerked back from his kiss, but he was too intoxicated by her closeness to care. He pressed his open mouth to her throat instead, nipping and licking at the tender flesh. Flinging aside the goblet he closed his hand on her breast, her protest lost in his growl of pleasure. For a moment he considered joining her on the floor, bearing her down and throwing up her skirts like some common soldier. He pulled back to look at her, seeing that her eyes were already a little dilated from the potent drink he'd fed her. But she still had some fight left, she lunged forward, trying to strike him in the face with her head.
Her blow failed to land. Her body was oddly slow to respond to her commands, but she could see that Lotor was angry nevertheless. He closed his hands on her shoulders and for a moment she thought he might strike her. Instead he released her shoulders, curling his fingers around her chains, lifting them and her one-handed with an ease that inspired both envy and fear.
He carried her over to the bed, her bare feet scrabbling to find purchase on the smooth floor and then she was tossed down across it like a suit of clothes. A bed. No!
Her panic somehow failed to lend her strength. The weight of the chains held her arms over her head and she felt weak, much too weak to lift them now. But she could kick out of at him and she did, her feet landing close to some sensitive parts of his anatomy.
Frowning, Lotor stepped back from her flying feet and flapping pink skirts. He preferred not to give her more of the drink. He wanted her compliant, not unconscious.
He decided to try some friendly persuasion. “I only want to touch to you, Princess, to give you pleasure,” he cajoled. “If you hold still, I promise not to take you this night.”
Allura looked up at his cruel, handsome face. His was so tall, his powerful body towering over her helpless one. His amber eyes with those black daggers for pupils watched her closely, waiting for her answer. She was having a hard time concentrating.
“I don't want you to touch me,” she managed. She knew this was true. “I hate you.”
His eyes narrowed in displeasure. “We're going to be married, Princess. I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to it.”
The world seemed to fall away, until all she could see was those cruel eyes watching her. Her flesh cringing at the thought of his long blue fingers on her flesh, but she knew too that she had to put him off as best she could, even if she was having trouble remembering why. Keith. Keith would come for her.
She nodded finally, turning her head away.
“Wise choice, my dear.” She shivered, feeling bare and vulnerable. Her eyes squeezing shut as as she felt the mattress give beneath his weight.
His shadow fell across her face. A hand settled on her belly. She made a protesting sound in her throat as it stroked up and over the curves of her breasts pushing the lapels of her robe away. In her mind, she shrank away from the touch, but she had the sense that her body had not.
He played with her breasts for a long time, murmuring his approval. She shook her head No. It should have been difficult to stay still but... His fingers traced the shape of her nipples through the thin material of her gown again and again until they grew smaller, harder. He caught the hard tips between his fingers, as his hands molded and squeezed.
She felt his mouth first above the modest neckline of her nightdress, slow at first, then increasingly eager. She heard herself gasp as though from a distance when his teeth closed on the curve of her breast and then his mouth was on the tip, suckling hard, the heat penetrating the thin fabric.
Eager as a boy, Lotor curled his fingers around the lace trimmed bodice and pulled. He couldn't wait any longer to feel her satiny skin under his lips and tongue. She moaned a little, but didn't even twitch when the tiny pearl buttons gave way, baring her breasts to him. They were spectacularly lovely, just like the rest of her. Her coral-pink nipples were tight and flushed now, they would probably be pale and translucent when they were soft. He opened is mouth over one, groaning as he filled his mouth with her flesh.
His hands sought her thighs, fumbling up her skirts of her gown, surprised when she didn't try to close her legs against his touch. She was the most passive partner he had ever had. Willing or not, women were usually quite lively in his embrace.
When she did nothing but make a slight humming sound when he rubbed his fingers over the softness between her legs he knew something wasn't right. With a lingering pull of his mouth, he released her breast and pulled back to look at her.
It seemed he might have given her a little too much of the drink after all.
Her face was lovely when she was in a passion, but it was even lovelier in repose. Her eyes were closed, thick tawny lashes brushing her cheeks, her expression relaxed and carefree. Her lips were parted just a little on her deep even breaths. This beautiful, innocent girl, everything he had most wanted laid out beneath him, completely unaware.
Instead of putting him off, to his surprise he found himself more eager to look at her, to touch her in her unconscious state. He reached up and pulled the chains from her wrists; no need for those now. He sat back and stripped the gown up her legs, lifting her slack body so that he could pull it up over her head. He knelt between her legs, her bare beautifully curved thighs draped over his muscular ones. Only a pair of lace-trimmed cotton panties blocked his view. Pink, of course.
He started to slide them over the curve of her hips, then hesitated. He could do whatever he wanted. He clenched the material in his fingers and tore it away. The elastic dug into her hips before breaking. It must have stung, but when he glanced at her face, all she did was lick her lips.
He forgot all about her limp acquiescence for a moment, his attention taken by her sex. He liked his women bare, but this was Allura, his innocent goddess, her golden curls didn't put him off at all. His attentions had had an effect, perhaps one that he wouldn't have had if she'd been aware. She was a little swollen, the lips just beginning to part enticingly.
He was tentative at first, his fingertips just brushing the hint of slickness at the entrance of her body, then he remembered that there was no need for caution. He pushed one thigh up next to her body, tipping up her hips and opening her still more to his gaze. He pushed two fingers into her without preamble, working them deep, his eyes going heavy-lidded at her tight warmth.
He thrust his fingers in and out of her for some time, watching his fingers disappearing into her pink folds. His cock was hard to the point of pain; he wanted badly to replace his fingers with his sex. He closed his eyes, groaning at the thought of that soft warmth closing around him. But he had told her he wouldn't, and he'd meant it.
He glanced at her face. She was still blissfully unaware. There would be no looks of disgust if he eased himself in front of her. He could do whatever he liked.
Just getting it out of his clothes was a huge relief. He stared at her, rapt, playing with her breasts, slipping fingers inside of her as he stroked himself with his fist.
After a time he looked down and saw that he clear, slick evidence of his excitement was dripping onto her pink folds. The sight was entrancing. Shifting closer, he stopped his stroking, instead began rub his painfully swollen head against her, spreading the slickness. He rubbed over and over, his breath coming in short pants. He could see how it was affecting her, her clit becoming rosy and swollen. He shuddered with the pleasure of it—he began to move faster and faster; he was getting close.
It was an accident, at first, when he lodged the head of his cock in her tight little entrance, a slip of the hand. He pulled away, his movements more careful now. But that didn't keep it from happening again, her body so snug and enticingly slick.
The third time, he bucked forward, blind with lust, stretching her open. The resistance hurt him a little; he was so tight and sensitive; he didn't care. He pulled back—and saw a hint of blood. He clamped his fingers on her hips, his powerful body driving him deep as he rammed into her. He cried out, triumph and ecstasy combined, felt himself tear through her maidenhead, but there were no screams or pulling away, only an endless slick velvet yielding. He closed his hands on her thighs now, pulling her onto cock as he rocked into her in a daze of pleasure.
And then even that was not enough.
He gathered up her up from the bed, clutching her tightly; her head lolled back into his hand in a parody of abandon. Frenzied, he shoved up between her splayed thighs, hand clenched in her hair. He had never been more abandoned with a woman, groaning and howling out his pleasure. She was so tight, so perfect. It was too much, leaving him tormented, so close to release that he could taste it, but he just couldn't quite—
That was when she began to gasp and stir in his hold. He felt the reflexive roll of her hips, the fluttering contractions on his cock.
She was coming.
The first pulse of his own orgasm almost sent him to the floor. Snorting like a stallion he heaved up between her legs, pumping into her again and again, spilling himself in relieved, ecstatic gushes. Even when he was done, finished, spent, he kept pumping into her, his body seeking more of that incredible pleasure. He collapsed onto his side on the bed, still moving, still holding her to him, vaguely aware of her struggles, her mewling cries, the weak blows of her hands on his chest. In his current state, all stimulation translated as pleasure. Aftershocks shuddered up his spine.
"Oh, Gods," he breathed.
It was the best sex he'd ever had.
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Date: 2009-06-23 05:18 pm (UTC)It cracks me up how he's all, "I'll just jerk off in front of her. No siree, not pulling my dick out with any other intention. Just gonna masturbate.....oops...gotta put it inside her!" XD
And whooo! Best sex he ever had! Allura missed out on all the fun. I wonder if her climax is what woke her up....*thoughtful.*
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Date: 2009-06-23 05:22 pm (UTC)*snickers* XD It slipped! Slipping happens!
The climax or her weird dream about riding a mechanical bull. :P I wanted to get more about her being awake in there, but it just didn't work out.
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Date: 2009-06-23 05:25 pm (UTC)OMG!! MLOL over the mechanical bull dream! XD
The, I slipped and my dick just fell into her excuse! Ha ha ha! For the stalker verse, after Nichole wrote Lezard raping Lenneth that first time, when I had to write the follow up to the rape, one girl, Tre, actually titled her comment that. (The I slipped etc.) It had me dying with laughter to get the email notice titled that.
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Date: 2009-06-23 08:09 pm (UTC)Aw! Glad you liked them!
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Date: 2009-06-23 06:13 pm (UTC)I'm also reminded of Dan Savage's "How'd That Happen??" columns... hee.
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Date: 2009-06-23 06:16 pm (UTC)*makes note to look up columns*
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Date: 2009-06-23 08:58 pm (UTC)This, strangely, was a turn on. Does that make me perverted? *considers*
HEE. Excellent, as usual.
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Date: 2009-06-23 09:31 pm (UTC)I don't know, but it was meant to be arousing. I'm convinced that's what's behind all those L/A abduction scenes in otherwsie K/A fics. They get off on it whether they are aware of it or not.
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Date: 2009-06-23 11:23 pm (UTC)(fans oneself cause it's hot)Keep bringing them on.
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