Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Her words seemed to fall upon deaf ears for he did not respond to them at all. This only angered the older woman further though she knew as the moments passed and turned into minutes there would be fewer words from her lips to scorn him if any at all. Being a prisoner comes in many forms and Isabel knew that the fate which awaited her future with him would be far more preferable to the alternative. She wanted her freedom but of course no female of her time really knew the true meaning-always under the control of a man and as with someone born of her class seen as a very wealthy piece of property. Being at his mercy was either slowly going to kill her or drive her out of her mind. He held the power in everything it seemed and she had no choice now but to bend to his will at least to a certain degree. After the first time he had taken her body in such a violent and painful way she knew that fighting him or resisting him in any shape or form would be unwise. Isabel knew what might happen if he tried, his very dominating presence above her reminded her if she slapped him now or tried to cause pain to his manhood to ensure he stopped he may very well kill her on the spot without even a second thought. And despite all her sorrow and misery the last week she didnt want to leave his world yet-maybe she was weak or maybe she was brave. To be frank she wasnt at all sure which and that feeling only compounded within her as he began to touch her in various intimate ways. His hand enclosed around her firm breast, squeezing it before he twisted and pulled upon her nipple. She bites down on her bottom lip even harder and felt the warm trickle of blood as she broke through the thin skin in her continued attempt to not make any sound. Or at least to try not too, closing her eyes even more tightly as she felt her nipple harden under his touch, his other hand between her thighs his fingers pushing into her womanhood as slowly her body began to betray her. She could feel her cheeks flush with shame as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, there passage still greatly eased by her own arousal her womanhood felt quite wet as his thumb continued to brush firmly against her clit. Though she had been unable to stop her previous panting sounds she was determined that wouldnt happen again-she had to remember who he was and what he had done to her and to Denvorn-if she did that maybe her body would turn as cold toward him as her heart already was. However again as the moments passed she was already beginning to fear he was again going to win this fight albeit a very different way than the previous time. Deeper his fingers pushed, moving around inside her, touching her inner walls as he used them to stroke the embers that had lay dormant within her for so long, making them spark and grow. She knew if he continued he would soon have those embers inflamed and she would be powerless to stop him. Powerless againalways powerless were most of the females of her time and how she hated it! Conrad was relentless in his cause it seemed as he thrust his fingers faster and deeper inside her, the speed only grew with each passing second. Though she had told him to take what pleasure he wanted from her body she had not quite expected this in return and much, much to her great shame she was unable to simply lie there and pretend nothing was happening. Isabel began to squirm under him, and no longer did she bite down on her lips as they parted and she began to gasp and pant as her fingers began to claw at the sheet now wrapped tightly in her hands. His lips were then upon her neck, trailing down as his teeth nipped at the tender flesh and she could feel his warm breath against her skin and still his fingers thrust deep into her wetness, feeling his own arousal rubbing against her naked form and it was her undoing. Her body arched as she was bought to release by a man for the first time in many a year. She came with a whine, her body trembling as he withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his hardened manhood-pushing it with much greater ease than the last time now it was almost welcomed by her own aroused state-her womanhood so wet-she reeked of sex. Isabel felt Conrad push himself deeper into her heat as her inner passage stretched to accommodate his length and size as it throbbed inside her. Unable to withhold herself she had let out several moans silenced only when his mouth claimed hers again, his tongue instantly pushing deep into her mouth and now flush against her own heated body. He was bringing such pleasure to her after so long but he had killed her beloved children and to enjoy such pleasure from him was breaking her in more ways than one, she knew that the moment she heard his only words and replied with a few of her own. Ill make you pay for this one day I swear Duke Conrad Martel, She then wrapped her legs around his middle and her hands let go of the sheet to wrap around his upper back as her body rocked against his.