Attained Obsession (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 13th February 2014

Characters: Benani, Crolarin
Description: The Unknown Creepy Person is revealed and he gets what he wants.
Location: Amber Hills Hold, Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 5, day 20 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Zathris, Zelanka, Karhal
Rating: PG-17

Benani

"It's just this way my Lady." Crolarin was solicitous, gesturing her
forward with a wide sweep of his hand. "I must say that I'll miss the
little younglings here at the Hold. They're an amusing bunch come
lesson time. I was looking forward to teaching your two, but perhaps
it's for the best that someone new takes care of their education." His
green eyes met her gaze. "It wouldn't do to become too close to your
charges." He nodded down the hall. "Their gifts are in my quarters. My
belongings are in my little wagon, but I left these out, just in case
you would accept them."

Benani smiled at the Harper. "Well I'm certain the children will
appreciate the gifts," she said. "You know how they can be, always
wanting the next thing." She pretty much knew the general vicinity
where the Harper's quarters were. As Lady of the Hold she frequently
reviewed the plans with Zelanka. "But I'm sure they're going to miss
you."

Coming to his door, Crolarin flicked his gaze down the hall and then
back the other way before opening his door. "After you."

"Thank you," she smiled and entered the room.

Crolarin smiled and paused, his ears intently listening. He heard it
then, the cries of shock. Now... He walked up behind Benani and with a
sigh, spoke softly. "I'm sorry for this, Lady." He pulled a stout club
from its place near the door and with a quick flick of his wrist
struck her a blow on the back of the head.

Her world went black. From that point on she lost all sense of time or
even conscious thought. A brief moment of semi awareness was met with
someone lifting her head and giving her a drink of wine and then the
hard surface she lay on began to rock and blessed blackness came to
claim her again.

He didn't have a lot of time and Crolarin knew it. While they were
busy with the Guard Captain and the furor, he had to get her outside
to his wagon without being to obvious. He waited until the sound of
running feet down the hall faded and with a satisfied smile, rolled
the limp woman into a thick blanket. Hefting her quickly over his
shoulder, he opened his door, looked both ways down the hall and
walked quickly out of one of the hall's outside back doors. With
hurried footsteps, he found his wagon. Checking his surroundings once
again, he laid his prize on the back of the small wagon, taking the
time to stroke soft hair. "We'll be together now. Everything will be
perfect." He bent, brushed his lips over her brow and swiftly pulled a
thick tarp over the woman and his belongings. He wasted no time in
climbing aboard the wagon and flicking the reins of his stout little
runner. He didn't rush; he didn't want to be too noticeable, just in
case.

With the furor within the Hold, Crolarin's departure was unnoticed. He
kept to the main road until the small little dirt trail appeared. It
was barely wide enough for his wagon, but it was overgrown enough not
to be too well known for the other hold inhabitants. Soon, he reached
his destination. She was his! All his!

~*~
Her head pounded and there was a rumbling in her ears she couldn't
really identify. Her eyes opened briefly but she couldn't really see
anything and her mothers ear didn't hear the babies so she gave up to
the darkness once again.

Everything was perfect for them. He had decorated the small inner cave
with items from her bedroom and vanity. He had hauled a large mattress
from the stores. He had food, fellis and wood for a fire. It was a
good fresh start for both of them, at least until the end of winter.
He hefted Benani in his arms and laid her carefully on the bed. **Our
bed** His smile grew. Her idiot husband may have been aware of the
cave system, but no one knew about this minor outlet. The branches
covering the opening would keep it safely camouflaged. He had Benani
all to himself.

That thought brought his attention back to the still form on the bed.
His eyes slid down her supple form, admiring the treasure he now
possessed. But as his eyes drew to her hands, they narrowed to slits.
With a snarl, he grabbed her hand, and angrily tugged her wedding band
off. No! She was his now! Not _his_. He threw the ring on the ground
and viciously stomped on it, grinding it into the stone floor with his
boot heel. The gold bent and he stomped harder, kicking and grinding
until the ring was hopelessly smashed and mangled. With a furious
menace, he kicked it into the fire pit. She was his now! Not Zathris'!
His!

He took several long breaths, forcing himself to calm. It wouldn't do
to frighten his treasure. His eyes flicked over her and he licked his
lips in anticipation. She was free of Zathris, but she was still a
Lady and he a lowly Harper. A harper who could perform certain duties.
He went around to the side of the bed and bodily lifted her upper
half. Sitting, he leaned her against him, bent a tore a strip of
cloth from the sleeve of her gown. It was a lovely material, so it
would do. It took a bit of a struggle, especially with her so limp,
but he placed her arm along his and with his free hand wrapped the
strip of cloth around their wrists.

"I Crolarin, take you, Benani, as my wife. To have and to hold, to
command and to protect." He looked down at her and smiled. The fellis
had done its work, but he only needed her just a little awake. He
whispered in her ear. "Beloved...wake for me. Just a little. I need
you awake."

Benani's fogged brain roused to the whisper and she felt the softness
of the bed and his warm breath on her cheek. A sweet smile curved her
lips though she didn't open her eyes "Yesh," she inquired softly.

"That's my Lady." He nuzzled her ear, inhaling her scent for the first
time with such closeness. She smelled exquisite. "I am I your husband,
beloved? Do you take me for your husband? " He breathed along her
neck, shivering at the soft skin. "Say yes, beloved..."

His breath tickled her neck and she giggled. "Yes, of course. I'll
always love you," she sighed. Then she tried to lift her hand to his
hair but her arm wouldn't obey her and her mouth sought his for a
kiss.

"Then we are man and wife." To the deepest dark with Zathris! She was
his now! By her own words, she was his wife. A wife he had full rights
to. He didn't have to restrain himself; she was his to do with what he
pleased. It didn't matter to him that she was drugged and it certainly
didn't matter than she wasn't aware of her surroundings. The fellis
made it so much easier.

When her mouth sought his, he gave a delighted smile and he pressed
his lips to hers. Finally...and they were a soft and luscious as he
had dreamed. They were...perfect. Hunger that he had denied for so
long reared its head and he bore her back onto the bed, lifting her
hands and holding them down with one hand. His free hand hurriedly
lifted her skirts and settled his body between her knees. He had
wanted this for far too long. It was his wedding night and he would
have his prize. Yanking her skirts up to her waist, he looked down and
groaned at the vision. "You're beautiful, Benani.."

She responded fully to the kiss as she always had and sighed when he
bore her back on their bed. "Oooh," she said in surprise when her arms
went over her head and her eyes opened for a moment but all she could
see was the fire and shadow of her dressing table before she felt her
skirts lift and the cool breeze bathe her thighs. "Don't ruin the
dress," she admonished as her legs opened for him.

He spoke softly. "You won't be needing it anymore." Crolarin released
her hands and pulled himself up to a kneeling position. "You're too
lovely to stay so covered." Pulling his knife from his belt, he
gripped the skirts, lifted and carefully slit the dress up the middle
before tugging it apart. His voice caught in the silence of the cave.
"You should always look like this." Sprawled before him, ready for
him, ready to please him. A sense of power washed over Crolarin as he
took in the loveliness of the naked woman in front of him.
"Always..." He could do that. He reached to stroke a hand down the
middle of her chest and to her abdomen. The perfect woman. Quiet,
demure, ready to be pleasured. He liked that idea. Licking his lower
lip in anticipation, he reached to cup one breast in his hand and
groaned. She was so soft, so full. Eager for his wedding night, he
shucked his clothing off and settled back to kneel between her thighs.
All his. This luscious woman wasn't going anywhere.

He smiled to himself. This was his wedding night and he would take the
time to enjoy it. He bent cupping both breasts in his hand to massage
the warm flesh. She felt better than he had dreamed she would, all
soft scented skin, pale in the firelight. His hands stroked to her
abdomen, kneading the soft swells of her hips and then to her thighs.
He spread them a bit wider and...

~*~
She flew and then succumed to the fellis.

As she lost consciousness, he groaned with replete satisfaction. The
marriage was consummated. No one could deny that she was now his in
every way, shape, form and fashion. His! Lifting himself off of her,
he stumbled a bit before rubbing his eyes. As much as he wanted to lay
down beside his new wife, he had work to do. Even he knew that until
she fully accepted him as a husband without the fellis, he would have
to take steps to make sure she stayed until she did. It wasn't an
option. He would not allow _his_ wife to be taken from him now.

It was an easy matter to clean Benani up and then burn the rather
lovely dress in the fire. She'd not be needing it now; he had meant it
when he had said she should always be ready for him. Here, there was
no need for her to be clothed. Later, when she knew her place, she
could be rewarded with clothing and she would be thankful for what he
provided. Next...he glanced at the woman on the bed and a smile lit
his face; he moved quickly, getting the leather straps.

He looped one around each ankle, and with a strong corded rope, tied
them to the base of the bed. For now, he would see to her needs, just
like any good husband.

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