The Edge of Sanity PG-17 (PG-17)

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 2nd December 2006

Characters: Maurgen, V'lorn
Description: In spite of her reservations, Maurgen gives in to V'lorn's threat and goes to his weyr after Threadfall.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 4
Notes: This is not PG-17 for any sort of explicitness, but rather for general disturbing content.
Rating: PG-17

Maurgen struggled with herself for the days leading up to the first Threadfall after Turn's End, telling herself that she wouldn't let V'lorn force her back into his weyr. Back into his arms. Back into his sharding games.

But then she imagined J'darin's face when he found out the sort of things V'lorn had been able to talk her into doing during those first terrible turns, when he'd delighted in her shame almost as much as he'd reveled in her lost innocence.

She slipped into his weyr that evening, hating herself as she stood just inside the door and stared at him numbly. Even now part of her wanted him. Maybe she wouldn't hate herself so much if part of her didn't enjoy the way he could make her feel.

He knew she would come. How could she stay away? V'lorn was very much aware of the power he held over her. He was not oblivious to the fact that she hated him for it either. In fact, he reveled in it. He reveled in the knowledge that no matter how terrible it made her feel afterwards, he could make her feel to sharding good not to come. And perhaps that little edge of fear in her, fear of what he would do if she didn't do all he asked, he enjoyed that as well. That fear had always been in her eyes, even as she wallowed in the pleasures he taught her.
It was the possibility that perhaps he would think less of her, that maybe he would grow tired and leave her, that had made her willing to do anything. And he had tested that devotion time and again, stretching its limits and then basking in his triumph as he pushed them even further. Tonight would be a triumph, he could tell. With just one finger he beckoned her closer. She would come. She wanted him too much not to.

She did, almost as if against her will. A few paces away from him she swayed to a stop. "I don't want to do this, V'lorn. I'm with someone else now."

"Not right now you're not." He walked closer and hook a finger in her tunic and peered down at the scandalous and all to familiar garment underneath. "And if you truly had intended to cast me out of your life, then why do you still have the outfit I bought you? Hmmm?"

Maurgen's shoulders slumped in surrender. "Just this night, then.
Please."

"Maurgen," he whispered, almost tenderly as he tipped her face towards his. "I can make you no such promise. And deep down, you don't want to believe that it would really be true. I _know_ you, better than your Weyrleader or I dare say any other man has ever known you. I know the part of you that hungers for things that are not spoken of in polite company. If I disappeared from your life, there would always be that emptiness that you know no one but I can fill. You can have J'darin, you can have whomever you like. You can play the innocent, happy little displaced hold girl, but no one will be able to satisfy the darker places in you like I do."

"You should know," she replied bitterly, letting his fingers caress along her jaw. "You're the one who put them there."

"And you should remember," he grinned undaunted as his fingers slipped down to the first tie of her tunic, "that you certainly did not object to being taught the ways of the world. You were an eager little student, weren't you."

She refused to be eager now, making him do the work of unlacing her tunic for her. She refused to even reciprocate, knowing that she would soon enough. It was the game they played whenever he lured her back. The only way of defying him that she had left was how long she could pretend that he didn't affect her.

He didn't mind giving her that little rebellion. After all, he'd get his way with her in the end. It made it more of a challenge though.
How long would it take him to break down those walls this time. Should he taunt her and tease her until she gave in willingly? Should he use his intimate knowledge of her body against her until it drove her wild with passion? Or should he break each wall down forcefully and prove to her once again that there was one master in this relationship and she had no choice but to give in and follow him? Yes, that was what she wanted, in those secret places she tried to deny but that kept her coming back for more. She wanted a man to drag her to the edge of her sanity kicking and screaming and then at the last minute save her from tumbling off the edge. That was what he could do to her that no other man seemed to be able to do. "Follow me." It was not an invitation, it was a demand. He turned on his heel and walked back towards his sleeping chamber, never doubting for a second that she would come.

She didn't move for a long time, wondering what would happen if she just stayed where she was, rooted to the spot. It was easy enough to imagine.
He'd come back out, and she'd end up doing everything he wanted eventually. But he'd make her pay for the defiance in subtle ways, and she would only regret it later.

So she moved to the door of his sleeping chamber, letting her feet carry her over that invisible barrier and into the room where she'd lost everything she'd ever known of innocence.

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