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said_scarlett) wrote2007-06-15 04:12 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-06-15 04:12 pm
Entry tags:
Desiderata Anathema; Shana/Valyn; Hard R
Title: Desiderata Anathema
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Shana/Valyn
Warnings: Incest, AU
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: For the first book
Word Count: 2,105
Summary: When it came right down to it, Valyn couldn't manage to say no, to push her away.
For once, there was no escape. No way to avoid her. Valyn had been caught off guard, hardly expecting Shana to come into his suite long after the evening hours were over. He had been ready for bed, curled up in a chair in his nightshirt when she came, not bothering to knock.
He hadn't seen her in days. She had been like a hermit, keeping herself to herself, and it had been easy to stay away from her. Valyn always preferred the easy route.
He had prepared for an argument. But she hadn't given the chance. She didn't say much of anything to him - a small greeting, nothing more. But her eyes had said everything in their place. Hungry, wanting, longing. Valyn knew that look. Countless concubines had directed it towards him, sighing for him. But they had been concubines. Shana was (most likely) his sister!
If she had spoken, he could have protested. He understood words - pretty words that ultimately meant nothing. But she hadn't said a thing. She had crossed the room with quick, determined strides, holding him with her gaze like a hunter held its prey. Whatever stuttering objection that formed died on his lips the moment she touched him.
Shana's hands on his shoulders. Shana's eyes directly before his, burning with a determination that worried him. And then Shana's lips, against his, an awkward and clumsy kiss that held him in place with shock and horror. Her hands moved, clasping together at the back of his neck, holding him into the kiss. She pressed herself against him and he felt the whole of her body, lithe and muscular and so unlike the few other women he'd taken to his bed.
"Shana, we can't..." he tried, turning his head to break the kiss.
"Why not?" she demanded, and Valyn internally winced. What could he tell her? Would anything he said truly put her off? She was angry enough over how he ignored her and changed the subject whenever she attempted to broach it. And her temper was... well, it was a match for their father's.
"Because..." he tried, stalling. Her hands were still on the back of his neck. They were rough and calloused.
"Because I'm just a halfblood?" Shana snapped. "Is that it? Keep pets, but don't sleep with them?"
"Ancestors, no!" Valyn blanched, color draining from his face. Did she truly think that was why he was avoiding her?
"Then what?"
He knew, then and there, he couldn't say anything that wouldn't upset or offend her. And with their position as delicate as it was already.... He was well and truly trapped. Hesitantly, he reached up and brushed back a lock of her hair. Ancestors, if only she weren't his close blood kin! If she pressed the matter - which he knew she would - would he even be able to perform, knowing that she was his sister?
"Shana," he tried, once more, but it was clear to them both he had nothing left to say.
"Then shut up," she told him, and kissed him once more. She had no experience, her hands and mouth moving against him in a stilted manner that bespoke green virginity. Her hands pressed against his chest, pushing him back. Her tongue battered against his lips and teeth. Her leg slid between his, edging up the hem of his nightshirt. And despite his protests, despite the sickening thought that it was his sister who was urging him to the bed, he felt his body reacting. His treacherous, traitorous body. And what was worse, Shana could clearly feel it as well. He felt the edge of the bed against the backs of his knees, pinning him between it and Shana.
There was no protesting now. All he could do was resign himself to his fate and attempt to manage things as best as he could. Hesitantly he embraced her, turning his head to press his face against her shoulder. Despite the likely chance that she was his sibling, she was a beautiful woman. Her body against his was both hard and soft at once, all muscle and feminine curves. Certainly not like any concubine he’d ever bedded. She was a wild thing - even in her clumsy touches there was a fierceness that was almost frightening.
She pushed him onto the bed, climbing nimbly on top of him.
“Ah, Shana…” He reached for her, taking her hands and holding them gently. This was all too fast for him, and he really wasn’t used to the woman being in control. “Slow down, please?”
She only looked at him, her hair falling into her eyes. Maybe it would be easier to simply get it over with quickly. But he didn’t want to feel as though he’d been completely taken advantage of - by a young woman half his size, no less. At least if he had some control of the situation…
“Here.” Valyn cleared his throat and drew her down beside him, reaching to brush her hair back. Besides all that, she was inexperienced. Even though he had little intellectual desire to take her to bed, he wasn’t so heartless as to make the experience unpleasant for her. Not that he intended to fully bed her, anyway. “There’s no need to leap into things, you realize.” Logic came quickly to Valyn, supplying words he hoped would stall things, if not put an end to them completely.
“Besides which…. Shana, you aren’t sterilized. The risks are just too great to pursue anything.”
The rather irritated look on Shana’s face wasn’t exactly promising. But she sighed and rolled over onto her back, throwing her arms up over her head.
“I didn’t think about that,” she admitted, grudgingly. Valyn would have sighed in relief if he wasn’t an elven lord. Cautiously, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I imagine it wouldn’t be something that would occur to you,” he told her, gently. “But it has occurred to me.”
Shana grumbled something that Valyn didn’t catch - and he decided it was probably best he hadn’t heard it. But she turned, leaning over him, biting at her lower lip. She was quite fetching. If only there wasn’t the chance that she was his own flesh and blood….
“We can still… I mean I’m not completely innocent. I’ve read a few things, I‘ve looked into the minds of elven lords and ladies. There’s other things we can do.”
Of course there were. And of course she’d offer that up as an option. Shana was relentless, she truly was. And Valyn found his logic failed him in offering up reasons not to simply take an alternative route. Why couldn’t she have fallen for Shadow? That would have made things so much easier.
“We could,” Valyn said, carefully. “But I don’t think that’s a good idea… Shana!”
She had taken things into her own hands, quite literally. Valyn couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his throat when she touched him, her fingers running hesitantly across the swell of his fading arousal beneath his nightshirt. He reached for her hand, moving it gently away.
“It isn’t a good idea to start something we can’t properly finish,” Valyn said, hating how the words made him sound. But better she think him some sex fiend than the alternative. To silence her protests, he swallowed hard and leaned up, meeting her lips with his. His hand twined in her hair, pulling her down against him as he eased her hand off of him. She stretched out against him, her body warm and firm against his. A part of him did want her. Or at the very least wanted the comfort sharing his bed would bring. And the way she twined her legs with his only furthered to heat his blood. She was on top of him, kissing him deeply, her hip rubbing against him in ways that flushed him with desire and shame.
Desire and shame gripped him until the very end, though he fought it as long as he could. Shana’s kisses stopped him from protesting, her fingers twined in his and pushing his hands against the pillow kept him from pushing her away. And the horrible part was… it was good. To feel wanted, to feel needed, to find some comfort in another living being. There was no comfort in Shadow, not now, not with the halfblood fawning all over Triana. And despite Shana’s inexperience, she was filled with a passion that was unlike anything Valyn had ever felt before. She was almost primal in the way she moved against him, something intensely erotic and sensual despite the fact that she was fully clothed.
He burned with guilt when he climaxed. And it only deepened when he felt Shana freeze. Now he pushed her away, gently, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He felt Shana moving behind him, felt her lean against his back. Ancestors, what had he just done? How had he allowed that to happen? He’d just…
He couldn’t even think about it. He’d sunk to perversions even his father never had! What was wrong with him? He could have done something to prevent it, something more than he’d done! He could have….
“Valyn?”
“I think I’m going to take a bath,” he said, calmly, smoothly. Elven training kicked in immediately. As far as Shana would be concerned, there was nothing wrong. He took her hand in his, pulling it down and pressing a kiss to the back. “Excuse me.” He extricated himself from her grip, not able to look at her, and moved to the bathing chamber.
With luck, she’d be gone when he came back.
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Shana/Valyn
Warnings: Incest, AU
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: For the first book
Word Count: 2,105
Summary: When it came right down to it, Valyn couldn't manage to say no, to push her away.
For once, there was no escape. No way to avoid her. Valyn had been caught off guard, hardly expecting Shana to come into his suite long after the evening hours were over. He had been ready for bed, curled up in a chair in his nightshirt when she came, not bothering to knock.
He hadn't seen her in days. She had been like a hermit, keeping herself to herself, and it had been easy to stay away from her. Valyn always preferred the easy route.
He had prepared for an argument. But she hadn't given the chance. She didn't say much of anything to him - a small greeting, nothing more. But her eyes had said everything in their place. Hungry, wanting, longing. Valyn knew that look. Countless concubines had directed it towards him, sighing for him. But they had been concubines. Shana was (most likely) his sister!
If she had spoken, he could have protested. He understood words - pretty words that ultimately meant nothing. But she hadn't said a thing. She had crossed the room with quick, determined strides, holding him with her gaze like a hunter held its prey. Whatever stuttering objection that formed died on his lips the moment she touched him.
Shana's hands on his shoulders. Shana's eyes directly before his, burning with a determination that worried him. And then Shana's lips, against his, an awkward and clumsy kiss that held him in place with shock and horror. Her hands moved, clasping together at the back of his neck, holding him into the kiss. She pressed herself against him and he felt the whole of her body, lithe and muscular and so unlike the few other women he'd taken to his bed.
"Shana, we can't..." he tried, turning his head to break the kiss.
"Why not?" she demanded, and Valyn internally winced. What could he tell her? Would anything he said truly put her off? She was angry enough over how he ignored her and changed the subject whenever she attempted to broach it. And her temper was... well, it was a match for their father's.
"Because..." he tried, stalling. Her hands were still on the back of his neck. They were rough and calloused.
"Because I'm just a halfblood?" Shana snapped. "Is that it? Keep pets, but don't sleep with them?"
"Ancestors, no!" Valyn blanched, color draining from his face. Did she truly think that was why he was avoiding her?
"Then what?"
He knew, then and there, he couldn't say anything that wouldn't upset or offend her. And with their position as delicate as it was already.... He was well and truly trapped. Hesitantly, he reached up and brushed back a lock of her hair. Ancestors, if only she weren't his close blood kin! If she pressed the matter - which he knew she would - would he even be able to perform, knowing that she was his sister?
"Shana," he tried, once more, but it was clear to them both he had nothing left to say.
"Then shut up," she told him, and kissed him once more. She had no experience, her hands and mouth moving against him in a stilted manner that bespoke green virginity. Her hands pressed against his chest, pushing him back. Her tongue battered against his lips and teeth. Her leg slid between his, edging up the hem of his nightshirt. And despite his protests, despite the sickening thought that it was his sister who was urging him to the bed, he felt his body reacting. His treacherous, traitorous body. And what was worse, Shana could clearly feel it as well. He felt the edge of the bed against the backs of his knees, pinning him between it and Shana.
There was no protesting now. All he could do was resign himself to his fate and attempt to manage things as best as he could. Hesitantly he embraced her, turning his head to press his face against her shoulder. Despite the likely chance that she was his sibling, she was a beautiful woman. Her body against his was both hard and soft at once, all muscle and feminine curves. Certainly not like any concubine he’d ever bedded. She was a wild thing - even in her clumsy touches there was a fierceness that was almost frightening.
She pushed him onto the bed, climbing nimbly on top of him.
“Ah, Shana…” He reached for her, taking her hands and holding them gently. This was all too fast for him, and he really wasn’t used to the woman being in control. “Slow down, please?”
She only looked at him, her hair falling into her eyes. Maybe it would be easier to simply get it over with quickly. But he didn’t want to feel as though he’d been completely taken advantage of - by a young woman half his size, no less. At least if he had some control of the situation…
“Here.” Valyn cleared his throat and drew her down beside him, reaching to brush her hair back. Besides all that, she was inexperienced. Even though he had little intellectual desire to take her to bed, he wasn’t so heartless as to make the experience unpleasant for her. Not that he intended to fully bed her, anyway. “There’s no need to leap into things, you realize.” Logic came quickly to Valyn, supplying words he hoped would stall things, if not put an end to them completely.
“Besides which…. Shana, you aren’t sterilized. The risks are just too great to pursue anything.”
The rather irritated look on Shana’s face wasn’t exactly promising. But she sighed and rolled over onto her back, throwing her arms up over her head.
“I didn’t think about that,” she admitted, grudgingly. Valyn would have sighed in relief if he wasn’t an elven lord. Cautiously, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I imagine it wouldn’t be something that would occur to you,” he told her, gently. “But it has occurred to me.”
Shana grumbled something that Valyn didn’t catch - and he decided it was probably best he hadn’t heard it. But she turned, leaning over him, biting at her lower lip. She was quite fetching. If only there wasn’t the chance that she was his own flesh and blood….
“We can still… I mean I’m not completely innocent. I’ve read a few things, I‘ve looked into the minds of elven lords and ladies. There’s other things we can do.”
Of course there were. And of course she’d offer that up as an option. Shana was relentless, she truly was. And Valyn found his logic failed him in offering up reasons not to simply take an alternative route. Why couldn’t she have fallen for Shadow? That would have made things so much easier.
“We could,” Valyn said, carefully. “But I don’t think that’s a good idea… Shana!”
She had taken things into her own hands, quite literally. Valyn couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his throat when she touched him, her fingers running hesitantly across the swell of his fading arousal beneath his nightshirt. He reached for her hand, moving it gently away.
“It isn’t a good idea to start something we can’t properly finish,” Valyn said, hating how the words made him sound. But better she think him some sex fiend than the alternative. To silence her protests, he swallowed hard and leaned up, meeting her lips with his. His hand twined in her hair, pulling her down against him as he eased her hand off of him. She stretched out against him, her body warm and firm against his. A part of him did want her. Or at the very least wanted the comfort sharing his bed would bring. And the way she twined her legs with his only furthered to heat his blood. She was on top of him, kissing him deeply, her hip rubbing against him in ways that flushed him with desire and shame.
Desire and shame gripped him until the very end, though he fought it as long as he could. Shana’s kisses stopped him from protesting, her fingers twined in his and pushing his hands against the pillow kept him from pushing her away. And the horrible part was… it was good. To feel wanted, to feel needed, to find some comfort in another living being. There was no comfort in Shadow, not now, not with the halfblood fawning all over Triana. And despite Shana’s inexperience, she was filled with a passion that was unlike anything Valyn had ever felt before. She was almost primal in the way she moved against him, something intensely erotic and sensual despite the fact that she was fully clothed.
He burned with guilt when he climaxed. And it only deepened when he felt Shana freeze. Now he pushed her away, gently, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He felt Shana moving behind him, felt her lean against his back. Ancestors, what had he just done? How had he allowed that to happen? He’d just…
He couldn’t even think about it. He’d sunk to perversions even his father never had! What was wrong with him? He could have done something to prevent it, something more than he’d done! He could have….
“Valyn?”
“I think I’m going to take a bath,” he said, calmly, smoothly. Elven training kicked in immediately. As far as Shana would be concerned, there was nothing wrong. He took her hand in his, pulling it down and pressing a kiss to the back. “Excuse me.” He extricated himself from her grip, not able to look at her, and moved to the bathing chamber.
With luck, she’d be gone when he came back.
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♥ I love you. XD That was awesome.
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And you know this fic only exists because of you. ;) So I am extra-happy you enjoyed it!
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XD I ought to expand the cousincest one for you, then. ♥
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I WOULD LOVE YOU EVEN MORE IF YOU DID!
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THAT IS DEFINITELY MERO. HOLY CRAP.
I shall try? XD
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YAYZ!
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