Nights in Rodan Ch. 05

"Oh Gods Eleanor, please-" he started to say until she sank down on him, making him groan. It was a little easier for her to accommodate his impressive size this time but she was still incredibly tight. She sighed as he buried himself inside her. He guided her hips slowly over him, until she increased the pace. Her head fell back and her lips parted in a small sound of acquiescence. He let her ride him at her own pace and used his hands to tease her large perky breasts and rub her clit. Her eyes rolled back as she gyrated against him. She couldn't get enough of him, even like this she wanted more. She wanted him to control her like she knew he could.

"Rayn, please," she lay against him and whimpered into his neck.

"Tell me," he rumbled.

"Take me." She told him, and she didn't have to wait; he was ready.

He pushed her off him and pinned her facedown on the bed in a practiced but gentle motion, finally gaining access to her perfect ass. He leaned forward over her, "Tell me if it's too much for you, princess," He used her pet name to reassure her but she took it as a challenge.

He pinned her arms behind her as he slowly teased her naked flared pussy lips with his cock. She struggled against him, desperately wanting him inside her again. The more she fought the more he withheld from her and it made him grin. He wouldn't be able to hold out for long though, he wanted to possess her, now. She quieted under him figuring out his game. His chest was heaving from the effort of holding back. He finally thrust into her roughly and growled in pleasure, making her squeal into the sheets. His beautiful strong woman giving him all the control he desired, it was enough to make him cum instantly. He thrust slowly into her at first before picking up the pace as she strained away from him but didn't ask him to stop. He gained a sense of sinister satisfaction from seeing her like this. He was enjoying his view of her ass raised up against him and being smacked by his hips.

His free hand massaged the back of her neck and shoulder before he entwined it into her hair and gently raised her head. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, nipping the skin playfully and making her yelp. Gods he was enjoying this almost too much; he hoped she came for him soon because he couldn't stand it much longer.

"Rayn," she cried his name breathlessly. The angle in which he had entered her made it easy for him to stroke her in the most perfect way, driving her close to the edge easily.

He felt her body tighten around him and he knew she was very close. He thrust furiously into her and lifted her torso off the bed slightly with his one arm that was restraining both of hers, she shrieked.

"Rayn, please!" she begged. She was so close, and then a moment later it happened. Her body shuddered against his and he relinquished her arms as she collapsed facedown into the bed as he thrust once more, finding his own release in waves as she bucked against him involuntarily. She was perfect.

He laid against her back, kissed her shoulders, and stroked her arms lovingly.

She sighed, whispering," Rayn, that was incredible."

She had never been treated like that in bed; it excited and thrilled her unlike anything she'd ever experienced. He responded by kissing her neck and holding her even closer. He'd never been so generous with a lover before, but she was different. He rolled away so she could turn over.

After almost an hour passed she said, "Let's stay here all day," as she made herself comfortable against his chest.

"We have a lot to do today, I want nothing more than to stay in bed with you but we can't." he explained.

"I can't leave the room, or did you forget that part already?" she told him.

"I did not forget, I arranged for Ramsey to come here and bring you lots of things to read. You need to be ready for whatever happens." He almost sounded like he was lecturing her.

"And what are you going to do today?" she asked as she stroked his bare chest.

"I am going to work on more plans with my father. At least if I know what he's doing I can help you escape." He explained.

"Escape?"

"That's the plan."

"I see, what about you?" she rolled over and put her head on his shoulder.

"You will have to go without me." He sighed.

She was silent and he knew that wasn't good. He held her closer and hoped she would feel reassured. She pulled away from him and got up to put on her dressing gown.

"I wish it didn't have to be this way but I don't see another way." He explained.

"So, you just sleep with me and then I have to leave, seems like a great deal for you." Her voice was like ice.

"I'm trying to keep you safe. I had hoped you would understand." He rose also and put his arms around her.

"I understand perfectly," she walked away, obviously hurt.

He might as well kill her himself, she thought. All that trust for what? For them to be separated for Gods knew how long? It wasn't right. She cared for him and she didn't want to be separated from him, not now. Not after being alone for so long.

"Are you going to let me help you or are you going to fight me the entire time?" he was getting irritated with her.

"I just wish you'd told me your plans sooner." She sat down in the chair in front of the fire place. It was nothing but embers now.

She was breaking his heart but he had no other choice. He needed to keep her alive, now more than ever, now that he knew her secret. Couldn't she see he was protecting her? She was so incredibly frustrating. He got dressed in silence and breakfast was delivered. She didn't move, she didn't speak, and she didn't even look at him. His frustration almost turned to anger. He sat down to eat and she moved quickly to sit on his lap; she curled her legs up and put her arms around his neck. He was surprised by her affection, since she was angry and hurt.

"I hate the thought of being away from you and not knowing if you are alright." She whispered to him. He wrapped his arms around her, she was so much more vulnerable than she let on in the beginning. "I can protect you, I have power," she added.

His frustration evaporated, he couldn't deny she did have power but she could still be manipulated.

"The King is dangerous, if he so desired he could force you to do his bidding, he's my father but his throne is more important to him than I am. He will use me against you if he has to just like he's trying to do with Kieran. Except he doesn't know you care for me and that is our only advantage right now," he explained. He looked down into her blue grey eyes and kissed her pouting lips. "Whatever we do now will mean life or death for one or both of us. If anyone visits this room or if you are allowed to leave for some reason you must act like you are a prisoner and you are absolutely miserable. It is imperative you do this, he has to believe it. Unfortunately it also means I have to treat you as a prisoner."

"I can do it." Her blue eyes were defiant, this was the Eleanor he knew. She could do this for him, for herself, and most importantly for her son.

He left after breakfast to tend to his duties; she dressed, brushed her hair, and hoped Ramsey wouldn't take too long. She was bored and needed something to keep her mind busy. She looked through some of Rayn's books on a shelf in the corner of the bedchamber but nothing piqued her interest. She stepped back and was about to go to the sitting room when something about the tapestry caught her eye. It seemed so familiar. It was a large map of Rodan and part of Oneandra before they were one empire. The sage background was so familiar; she ran her hand down the edge that was trimmed in delicate golden thread. The memory hit her like a ton of bricks; she was much smaller then: a child. She drew back and gasped.

This was her room as a child, and almost as suddenly a realization came over her: the passageway! She didn't remember where it led and she wondered if Rayn knew about it. She guessed not since he hadn't mentioned it as an escape route. She became excited and slipped behind the tapestry into the small alcove. She dropped to a knee and felt along the wall with her eyes closed. She felt the familiar seam and pressed, the wall opened slightly. She sat and considered if she should explore it or not and she heard a knock on the door. She shut the passage quickly and rushed to the sitting room.

"Enter."

Ramsey entered, his face grave with concern and his arms full of papers, books, and scrolls. She helped him carry his materials to the table.

"My child, how are you?" he clasped her hands and searched her face.

"I am alright, Ramsey." She assured him with a smile.

"Our Prince is not treating you badly is he?" he questioned.

"Not too terribly," she sighed and sat down at the table," what did you bring me today?"

"Ah, these are all the treaties your father signed. I have not looked at them all but I thought they might be useful in finding an old ally perhaps." The old man's eyes twinkled. She knew he was up to something.

"Are you staying Ramsey?" she asked; it was going to be a long day if she was alone.

"Alas, I cannot my dear." He covered one of her hands with his in reassurance.

"Well thank you for the documents, I hope I find something useful." She smiled slowly, she didn't want to let on anything even though she trusted him.

"Try and have a good day child," he said as he walked toward the door.

"I will, thank you." She watched him shut the door and then sank into a chair. What the heck did he expect her to do, she felt like he was giving her a hint. When Rayn returned in the evening he found her reading over all the treaties looking for clues. So far she had not come up with anything and she was very frustrated.

"Have dinner with me, relax." He cleared away the papers from one end of the table so they could eat together. She sighed.

After they finished she told him she had something to show him and took him to the bedroom. His mind was clearly on something else. She waved off his advances.

"This is important," she slid behind the tapestry and he raised an eyebrow, she showed him the passageway and he was shocked.

"In all my years, how did I never find it?" he peered into the dark.

"Probably because you weren't looking for it." She was excited.

"This could be your way out," he looked back at her," do you remember where it goes?"

"Come sit down, I have a story to tell you," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted it. She told him what she remembered from the night her father died and how she recognized the man's voice in his chamber after all this time. He listened intently but couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe she was remembering this much after so long.

"I think being in this place; seeing things I saw as a child helped me remember." She looked down and took his hand.

"I'm glad you remember, even if it is painful. At least now you know your own past." He squeezed her hand gently.

"I still don't remember everything." She said, disappointed.

"It's enough." Rayn told her.

***

The week passed slowly, she read more of the treaties and found nothing. She wondered if there were more. She was bored, and she missed going outside even though the snow had started falling on the city. She was falling for Rayn more every day, his smile, his warmth. She was falling in love with him. There was a day coming when she would have to leave him, for her own safety. She tried not to think of it but it came over her in waves. One minute she was happy to see him, the next she was imagining losing him like she'd lost Colin. It was ecstasy and hell at the same time, and it was tearing her apart. She felt so isolated; she didn't even have Kieran to talk to. Riley never came to see her, Rayn had told him to stay away. He didn't want his father assuming Riley was helping her. After 10 days she broke down.

"Rayn I can't do this anymore." She pleaded with him.

"Be patient, the time will come," he told her. He knew she needed out.

She explored the passageway but was never able to get outside, there were too many guards lurking around the castle. Ramsey brought her more treaties as he found them, but most were useless. Rayn noticed she was becoming more and more distant. He made love to her but sometimes he felt she wasn't there. He sat with her in the bath after a month of confinement and worried over her. She was withdrawn; an empty shell of the bright, feisty woman he cared so deeply for. Her eyes were shadowed and sunken; her whole face seemed to have aged and she rarely smiled anymore. It was killing him to keep her locked up, she thrived on freedom. Her body ached, she had an almost constant headache, and the last few nights she couldn't sleep. He resolved to help her sleep better tonight. The raiders were getting closer to the city; they'd be here in a few days which meant they were running out of time to figure out how to get Kieran out of the dungeon. Rayn had watched her deteriorate before his eyes and it just broke him, this is how her father had lost his power, crushed by the weight of grief and longing. Rayn wouldn't let her travel the same path.

"Eleanor," he stroked her face with his fingers," you're breaking my heart."

"Your father is breaking my spirit." Her voice was flat and she stared into empty space, the steaming water rose around her shoulders and face. Her hair curled even more than usual from the humidity.

He bathed her gently, washing her hair for her and massaging her shoulders and neck. She moaned softly when his fingers found the knots. It rejuvenated her somewhat. She grinned at him and kissed him slowly and sensually.

"Thank you." She said, "I will have to repay your kindness."

"You owe me nothing my princess," he assured her.

He carried her to bed; he hoped that tonight he could hold her attention and make her feel alive again. He started slowly, at first she resisted but he convinced her that she would feel better afterwards and she gave in. She lay on her stomach as he continued the massage; she moaned softly from time to time as she started to relax. She loved the feeling of his hands on her skin, they were slightly rough but the sensation was erotic. She was a little thinner now than before; lack of exercise and depression started to take a toll on her muscular figure. Rayn didn't care; he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, even now. His hands firmly massaged her rib cage and she jumped when he found a ticklish spot but it did not deter him. He ran his strong hands over her again, cupping her hips and then her butt making the heat pool between her thighs.

"Mmm, I know where this is going." She taunted, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"I'll go anywhere you want," he assured her. His erection was starting to get a little distracting. He just couldn't help it, they were naked and she was perfection; he would have her tonight, all of her. She turned over to face him; her damp waves were stuck to her skin. He continued his massage over her luscious breasts. The feel of him touching her made her lower back and groin tingle. She took hold of his straining cock and stroked it gently. He stifled a quiet moan in response; she knew just how to drive him wild. He rubbed her round pink nipples softly with his thumbs until they were hard, it only took a second. She bit her lower lip and arched her back towards him, her pussy was aching for him now. He massaged her hips, gently pressing on the insides of her hip bones with his thumbs in circular motions; she almost rose off the bed in response.

"Do I have your attention now?" he playfully asked.

She didn't speak but she sat up and took his cock in her mouth. His head fell back and he basked in the feeling of her tongue lathing against his swollen head and shaft. She was impossibly good at pleasing him this way; every time she did it he swore it was better than the last. He looked down at her and watched her full lips suck his huge cock in and out. He had no idea how she fit most of him into her mouth but he enjoyed it. He longed for this. He put a hand around her chin and stroked her face as she suckled, he loved feeling himself slide in and out of her wet mouth. He moaned in pleasure and his hand moved to the back of her head. He pulled her mouth almost all the way down to the base and she took it all in, he felt the head sliding into her throat and he almost climaxed it felt so damn good. He slowly thrust a few more times just as deeply before she pulled back and let his cock go. It was raging hard now, straining for release. He covered her mouth with his possessively and kissed her until she was breathless. He laid her back down on the bed and she pulled him down with her so she could straddle him. She rubbed her wetness up and down his cock while kissing his neck. The sensation drove him wild with desire. She opened her mind to him and they connected like lightening, she felt the crackle of power flow through her and into him. He shuddered from it and pinned her easily underneath him so he had free access to lick and suck each nipple. She raked her fingers through his hair and begged him to keep going. He continued down to her stomach, he slid his fingers gently over her clit and slit. She bucked against him and inhaled sharply.

"Rayn, are you trying to kill me?" she moaned huskily.

He didn't answer except to move farther down and slowly lick her between her silky outer lips, she almost screamed. Gods he loved the taste of her. He loved the way she arched her body toward the ceiling and whimpered for more of him. He licked her again more firmly this time. Her wet sex was almost more than he could handle. She was sweet and sultry. He traced his tongue around her clit without touching it several times until she was almost screaming his name. She was getting impatient with him. In response he sucked her clit into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue. He was consistent for several minutes, sucking and licking her clit. He slid two fingers inside her and felt she was more than ready for him. He stroked her slowly and watched her body writhe against his touch until he felt her climax into his mouth. He licked every drop of her while she squirmed and jerked.

"Rayn! Stop!" she was half laughing and half shuddering.

"I'm not done with you yet princess," the words rumbled from his chest.

He flipped her over on her stomach and spread her legs. He rubbed his hard cock against her wet softness. She was very relaxed now. He wet himself with her juices and plunged his thickness into her. She squealed in delight and gripped the sheets. He loved watching her plump butt slap against his thighs, it wasn't long before he felt himself nearing release. He laid over her, supporting himself with one arm as he pulled her head back with his free hand to kiss her neck; he thrust furiously into her. She came again for him, her pussy contracted and softened but stayed nice and tight around his swollen member. She moaned his name and he exploded into her. He thrust himself into her several more times as he emptied his seed. It was earth shattering. He continued stroking his cock in and out gently, making her shiver and quake. He finally withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside her.

"Rayn, that was incredible," she was still gasping for air but she turned to him and he held her.

"I wanted you to feel better," he assured her, caressing her arm and shoulder.

"I feel much better," she smiled and kissed him.

After she fell asleep in his arms Rayn spent some time considering her as she lay there. He'd never met anyone like her and he finally admitted something to himself that he'd been avoiding since he was young, he had found a woman he couldn't live without. She was meant to be his, he could feel it in his bones. He needed her. He fell asleep with the intention of telling his father that he was giving up his birthright. He didn't want to rule anything; she ruled his heart and that was what mattered. He'd spent the better part of his adulthood searching for a woman who would challenge him the way she did and he couldn't let her go now. He'd take care of her and raise her son as his own. He loved her. He whispered the words into her ear as she slept.