My Goddess
Chapter Seven
Title: My Goddess (7)
By: Klebkat
Beta: No Beta
Paring: Lotor/Nanny
Rating: ADULT
Warnings: Unusual coupling, AU, OOCness, Simi-noncon.
Summery: During a night on Arus, Doom launches a surprise attack on the Castle of Lions and succeeds in infiltrating it, capturing hostages and one hostage in particular for an even more peculiar reason.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Voltron, WEP does. I really wanted to own Lotor...
A/N: Be damn proud of me, as I have updated. It’s not the greatest chapter in the world, but I finally have one that WORKS.
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Lotor’s touches were soft. They were soft when he saw fit to bathe her in the shower, to dress her in a red robe, and now as he brushed the knots out of her nearly dry hair. His caresses sent shivers of goose bumps across Nanny’s skin, the prince pausing every now and then to lick at her sensitive skin, hot breath purring in tune to her fanatic heart beat.
How did she get here? She was just doing her job, so how did that equal this with Lotor trilling and rubbing fragrant lotion on her shoulders and down her back? Nanny would give anything to be back on Arus preparing supper, her only care not to burn the roast or scorch the cream she was preparing for dessert. She wanted to be dusting, fluffing pillows and yelling at Lance and the Princess for not doing what they were told. More than anything, Nanny wished she had not gotten up from bed this morning, wished she had been more of a fool and gotten herself locked away somewhere that Lotor could not have found her.
But she was not a fool and Lotor did find her and brought her here to this blood room. He had been both kind and cruel and now she felt…filthy. He drove her mad with those fingers and that icky tongue that had lapped up her juices, had nibbled and suckled her breasts until she thought that for sure he would devour her flesh in some sort of cannibalistic ritual. Lotor knew what to do make her willing, she could always say no, but she would be encouraging him in the end, wanting him to fill her and, for that small moment in time, make her a someone rather than just another one in this life and in his bed.
“You’re awfully quiet, Mary,” Lotor spoke, gloveless hands warming the fabric that hid her shoulders, the hair brush being laid somewhere aside. “I guess that should be expected. You’re still asking why, aren’t you?”
Nanny grew hot too quickly and Lotor only added to the heat by wrapping his arms around her shoulders tightly, as if to keep her from running away. “The truth is I was going to tell you after we had our fun, but I’m afraid that I haven’t taken all the time that I wanted to with you yet. So, I’m not going to give you an answer.”
He’s not finished? she thought, eyes wide and lips parted, a sickening worry growing in the pit of her stomach.
His hands fell to the robes tie knotted loosely around her waist and pulled at it. Lotor turned Nanny to him, bathing her plain lips with a soft but solid kiss and pulled the robe apart, reviling her naked body underneath.
The dark prince’s gold eyes hugely took her in, his lust once again apparent on elfin features. He smirked as his eyes came back to settle on her face, “Come to the bed with me.”
Nanny didn’t have much choice other than to obey, and Lotor lead her to the still ruffled red sheets and sat her down on it before him. He grabbed several pillows and cousins and placed them behind her body. “Lay back.”
She did so, Lotor’s hands on her shoulders silently ushering her to do it quickly. As she finally sunk into the pillows, he issued more commands to her and began to move on top of her. “Part your legs.”
The governess let out some muted noise from her throat, Prince Lotor immediately halting his actions and narrowing his yellow eyes. “Do it, Mary,” he said darkly, “or I will rape you.”
Nanny breathed deeply, swallowing hard as she did as she was told. Lotor settled in-between her legs, lifting her hips up. “Bring your feet up onto the edge so that you‘ll hold your own weight.”
She adjusted her feet so that they were firmly planted on the bed as Lotor moved his sash-kilt to the side and unzipped his pants. She decided not to watch the inevitable outcome and turned her attention to the foot of the bed, staring at the pitcher of water from earlier.
But as Lotor eased himself in, Nanny couldn’t even do that and she closed her eyes, trying not to tense her body in unwillingness and fear. She didn’t want to hurt herself, and she didn’t want Lotor to get mad and hurt her.
A strong hand was suddenly grasping her jaw, forcing her to turn back to the dark prince. “Look at me. You will look at me and only me, Mary.”
Lotor shoved his hips forward, making Nanny moan with pleasure she didn’t want but couldn’t deny. The governess’ eyes rolled back and closed again, opening again to focus on Lotor’s face.
His hand slid down from her jaw to her throat and then in-between her breasts and then underneath her body to hold their bellies together as their hips intertwined.
The sudden dimming of lights accompanied with a loud, shrill scream caused Lotor to stop, looking up and all around to confirm that he wasn’t being delusional. “The alarm?” His thoughts were slowed due to lust, but he soon knew what could be the only cause as his lips curled back into a sneer.
“Voltron.”