The room was small, dingy. Barely lit by a tiny lamp on a nearby table. The wooden bed was just big enough to hold the two figures.
The man, his nude muscled form slightly glistening with sweat, his skin tan, and taunt; hovered over the pale, voluptuous woman. Her hair spread around her head like a halo, her clear blue eyes stared up at Jemeth, equal fear, equal lust.
The woman's eyes were what interested him the most. The crystal clear quality, the light blue color, the depth of her emotions that shone from them, the fear. Gently reaching a hand towards her face, he extended a finger and touched her cheek. A soft smile on his lips, his eyes giving a lie to the tenderness on his face. A mask.
He shifted his body forwards, towards the woman. Lowering himself on his side, he pressed himself against her flesh, feeling her trembles, he breathed in her smell, her essence -her terror, her anticipation- and smiled. Leaning forward, he move his mouth closer to her ear, and whispered, "You will experience pain, but you will also experience pleasure so intense that your very body will be overwhelmed. You will not scream. You may speak, but anything louder than a bare whisper, and your brothers, your father will come running. And you will not orgasm, lest i allow it." His hand, placed on her cheek, suddenly blazed with a blue fire, and the woman's eyes shut tight, and her mouth quivered. Her arms, seeming to move of their own will, clasped underneath her breasts, as if trying to shield her body, only enhanced the loveliness of her breasts, and added an air of vulnerability.
A soft smile still on his lips, he sat up. His hand, still blazing, traced a line with a finger, from her cheek, down her jaw, down her neck and across her collar-bone. A faint trace white on her skin, is left behind his touch, quickly turning pink. The woman, shudders, making small noises deep in her throat, her breath coming quicker.
His smile grew wider, showing the very faintest hint of his teeth, and his eyes seem to widen, taking on a strange mien. Extending the tips of his other fingers, he watches as her body shudders and she tosses her head to the side...and then with agonizing slowness he drags his fingers down her chest, around the outside of her bared breast, and with a tender grasp, takes her breast in his hand. Just barely clenching his fingers, he applies just the tiniest of pressure, watching as his fingers sink seductively into the ripe flesh of the woman.
She gasps, and opens her eyes, her jaw drops and her mouth makes an "O" her face twisting, but she catches sight of him and she hesitates. Her mouth closes with a click, but her face quivers. "Please" She begs, "Please..what are you doing to me?"
The corner of his mouth turns upwards, and his eyes gleam. "It has only begun, my dear." Gently, he begins to knead her flesh, and watch as her body begins to quiver, as shots of pleasure move through her.
She whimpers through her closed mouth, closing her eyes, and her she turns her head away.
He moves his hand away from her breast, releasing it, to a sigh of relief from her. His other hand grasps her wrists and moves her hands above her head, and holds them there. She gulps, and keeps her eyes closed.
Carefully, he places his hand just under the divide of her breasts, palm flat, and paused a moment, savoring the shudders of her body, before slowly moving his hand downward. The moment his palm touched the hair on her mons, the woman's eyes pop open, and she stares at him, tears begin to rise. "Please, please no..no, please."
