I do not own GW, nor do I make any money from this fic. This story is AU, and very complicated. Trust me, things are NOT what they seem, and it is a really good idea to read the previous chapters before you read this one. Warnings? Sexual situations, nudity, chauvinism, barbarism.. Pairings? 2xH, with a splash of 5xH in later chapters...
The Capture - Chapter two
by Caliko
They were together in the darkness, as close as two people would after a bout of lovemaking. Hilde lay pushed up against the wall, with Lord Maxwell's large chest cushioning her face. Her leg lay trapped between his, and his heavy palm was settled on the small of her back. Yet, they did not make love, and they were not lovers. Proof of this lay hidden under the furs - a metal shackle that went from her small wrist to his.
Hilde had tried to escape in the middle of the night, only to be carried back into the sparse room over the shoulder of the large barbarian. Kicking and yowling, she flew through the room to land on the bed when the glaring Lord of Hell Castle threw her.
Ignoring her enraged sputtering, he went to the trunk that sat against the wall. Duo rummaged through it for a few moments, then stood up. Resignation shone in his eyes as he stalked over to the bed.
Hilde glanced at his hands and groaned. He held a chain in his hand, from which twin shackles dangled against the floor.
"Please, My Lord, don't do this. I won't try to run again tonight." She vowed, shaking her head.
"I notice you didn't say anything of tomorrow. No, Hilde, I can not trust you." His voice was resentful, raspy with sleep. "Give me your wrist."
"No!" She scrambled to the head of the bed, her eyes once again darting to the door. Seeing their direction, he purposely stood in the way and walked closer.
Hilde backed away, foolishly holding out her hand to ward him off. Her mistake was rapidly pointed out to her when he took hold of her wrist.
"So good of you to be accommodating." He smirked, "Would that you would accommodate me more."
Hilde blushed as his words sank in. Without thought, she brought her hand up to slap him.
"I'm not a whore!" She screeched, trying to pull away when he caught her other wrist.
"You are what I say you are, Girl." His eyes became cold as they raked over her body. Then, insultingly, he pushed her back down to the bed. Clasping the other shackle around his own wrist, he lay down with his back towards her. She had been dismissed from his mind.
Now, she could feel the morning sun on her eyelids. Groaning, she moved to cover them with her arm, only to feel the heavy weight hanging there. The events of the previous night flashed into her mind, causing her to blush when she realized what her thigh was resting against.
She opened her eyes, praying that he would not be awake. Languid violet orbs met her blue, and a thin smile graced his sensual lips. She attempted to straighten her leg, only to have him still her movements.
He cupped her thigh in his hands, eyes gleaming as he held her tightly against his crotch. Lord Duo was amused at her reaction to him, and intrigued by her virgins blush. Testing her, he seized her hand in his. Releasing the leg, he watched her face as he forced the woman to cup his manhood.
She fought him as he brought her hand down, pulling against his unrelenting grip. Still, he was stronger than she was, and got his way. Hilde blushed, cursing silently
Lord Duo just laughed and forced her tiny palm to curl around his cock.
"The next time you make me chase you in the middle of the night, you will feel this rammed inside of you." He threatened. "So do not cause me any grief, lest I think that you want to lose your maiden head."
"You bastard! You have no right!" Hilde jerked free, incensed. Then, when he wasn't expecting it, she curled her hand into a fist and sent it straight into his belly.
Lord Maxwell gave a soft grunt, then pushed her onto her back. Holding her wrists over her head, he lay down on top of her, seizing her lips with his. Forcefully, he stole her breath, not letting up in the kiss until they were both breathing heavily.
His fingers pushed into her jaw, forcing it to open to his, even as his legs pushed her thighs apart. He rocked against her soft flesh, watching as her expression grudgingly changed from fear to arousal.
"I have every right, Hilde. I am your lord."
He pushed himself off of the weeping girl, turning away from her as she curled up into herself. He could feel the anger radiating from her body as she realized, with self disgust, that she had responded to him.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he unlocked their shackles. and prepared for the day.
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Will Schbeiker dismounted from his horse and strode into the halls of the former Lord Winner. The deposed nobleman had escaped, but only with what he carried on his horse. Grinning, Will thought of how fitting it had been. One less lord living off of the fat of the common man.
A cheer rose up from the people as, one by one, the servants caught sight of their savior. It had been rumored for weeks that he would come, but Lord Quatre refused to heed the talk. Only a fool would ignore rumors of rebellion, and a fool could not protect them well. Will Schbeiker could. More so, as he was one of them.
Without warning, he was hoisted to the men's shoulders, and carried to the raised dais. Laughing, Will stood tall before them. Then, he raised his hands, shouting, "FREEDOM!"
The cry was taken up by everyone, men and woman, grandmother, and toddler. The shouts blended together, nearly rocking the stone walls of the antiquated castle.
Satisfied, the rebellion leader basked in their adulation, then turned to sit in Lord Quatre's chair. It was the signal that everyone waited for, as the cooks brought out the feast that had been intended for the deposed earl. Huge kegs of ale and mead were opened, resulting in rowdy shouts of glee.
Catching the eye of a pretty red head, he patted his lap, smiling when she sat, curling her arms around her neck. Freedom..... it settled well on a man.
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She followed Lord Maxwell down the hall and to the stairs. Every so often, she would purposely dawdle, trying to look closer at some prospective escape route. Duo would grumble, then yank on the rope that was fastened to her neck.
Glaring, she looked up into his impatient eyes, silently gleeful that she was getting on his nerves.
"Woof woof." She said dryly, earning a quick quirk from his lips.
:::Now, that was not what I intended.::: she thought, wondering at the same time why she made the joke.
"Hurry, girl. I have a meeting with my advisers, and I can't trust you alone."
She grunted, then matched her step to his. At least she could find out what his plans were. When she got free, maybe William would be pleased with her spying. And, by observing how the nobles ruled up close, she would have something to report to Captain Richards.
She rubbed the spot on her wrist that housed her implant, mentally hurrying the Outlanders to find her. There was a reason why she left this stifling society, and it was called 'man'.
Lord Maxwell ushered her into the estate office, nodding to the two men that waited inside. He had been dreading this meeting - his advisors were going to demand a name. They were determined that he would produce and heir, and they had the kings power behind them.
"My Lord." Dekim bowed low, before closing the door behind them.
"Barton, Weridge" Duo nodded, "I understand that you want my decision?"
"Yes, M'Lord. We wish to be able to reassure the King that you were willing to do your duty."
"Then, I'm sorry to have to inform you that there are no available noble women at this time. I am sure that King Milliardo is aware of this, and will understand that I need more time to choose my mate."
"You have no more time, Lord Maxwell. It has come to our attention that Lord Winner has been driven from his home, and that it could have been prevented if he had prepared for battle. You, sir, will not make that mistake, and leaving an heir is part of preparing for war. We need an answer, now. Who will give birth to it?"
"I do not appreciate being pushed, Dekim."
"I'm sure that his highness does not enjoy being thwarted, My Lord."
Duo's face blanked out all emotion, but his eyes showed his outrage. Stalking to the door, he opened it, forgetting about Hilde for the moment.
"My Lord..."
He turned, glaring at Weridge. "Fine! There, gentleman, stands the newest Lady Maxwell. Do with her as you will."
He stalked from the room, slamming the door. Hilde stared after him, understanding exactly what had just happened, but sincerly wishing that she hadn't.
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