Thread: Oh My Dark Paladin (de la Mota & SweetMarie)

Ava's heard sank as the coldness of the chains wrapped around her neck cutting off a bit of her air supplies. It was like a serpent had wrapped itself around her neck and was trying to squeeze enough to make her black out. Her fingers gripped at the chains pulling them to make it easier to breath. She was on her knees in front on him and he tugged sending her off balance. She heard the clatter of her sword against the floor and she knew he had kicked it out of her reach and she grimaced inwardly. He had actually had her at his mercy and she had no way to get out of it. She shivered at his dark bellowing laughter that echoed and made her ears twitch with anger. He was straddling her making sure she was close or maybe there was another reason she wasn't sure. She was then pulled back to her knees in front of him as he pressed himself against her back and she felt a bulge in his pants and then the chains tightened and she squeaked in pain. Ava wasn't like most women she wasn't one to cry, beg, or even throw a temper tantrum she had thought she had enough power in her to fight and win so she never really turned good at being weak and those three things in her mind made women weak. She thought about it she didn't really fight him or resisted him out of resolve or dignity it was just pure pride she did so. She gritted her teeth harshly, it was a cruel trap but she should have seen it coming the second she stepped next to him as he sat upon his horse. She wasn't sure how long he had been watching her but she figured it must have been a long time other wise he wouldn't be so infatuated with her or at least that's what she thought. The chain around her neck bit into her skin and she knew if he kept the constant pressure on the chains around her neck he could bruise her and at worst kill her. The thought of her dying at his hands made her shiver she didn't think she would die this way. She could fell his nose berry itself deep into her hair as if taking in her scent and putting it into memory. Her scent was strong, sweet, and clean. The smell of milk and honey with a hint of a sweet flower was what she smelled of no other being in this world had her scent. She could smell him the scent of lust reeked from his pours and she had smelled it before on him and she didn't know why she didn't run the second she smelled it when she climbed on the horse behind him. His words sent shivers down her spine. She had never been told she smelled like flowers sure like honey but flowers? Was she that scared? Ah! she protested moving her head to make him stop licking her ear. That was the worst thing in the world to do to an elf. Their ears were sensitive enough as it was and having someone lick them sent odd vibrations up and down their body. She could feel the warmth of his breath and the slickness of his tongue on her ear even before he touched her right ear. She was no seductress he was a perverted man. I have cast no spell on you! she wanted to be free of him and her nose wrinkled and again her brows frayed he was going to break her? No one had broken her and try as he may he will fail. I'm not so easily broken paladin. she snapped And if I did cast a spell on you I hope it haunts you till the day you die, cold and alone! Her eyes went wide as she felt his hand move under her skirt and then his middle finger NO! she screamed pushing herself up against him trying to get away from his hand.