New Fic: Legend of the Seeker
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grav_ityAN: Okay, this is my first attempt at “period” porn. So many laces! So many underclothes! I totally cheated.
Rating: M
Spoilers: Bloodline, no book
Disclaimer: Like many things in New Zealand, I do not own Legend of the Seeker.
Summary: That which is forbidden is always the hardest to ignore.
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Wizard’s Other Rules
Rule #7: People will make horrible mistakes. You have to love them anyway.
Rule #4: She really is that in to you. Keep your hands to yourself.
She is enthralled by the power he holds over her, and she is excited by the power she holds over him.
She is not sure which of the two is more terrifying.
In her presence, he knows only desire, all thought of his quest banished. Since the first day he saw her, he has followed her with his eyes and coveted her with his soul. Her touch would mean worse than death, but he is always hard pressed to resist.
They’d met so unexpectedly, neither of the realizing the importance of the other, nor the danger. The wizard had warned them to be cautious, to show restraint, but the wizard wasn’t here and his words faded to silence in his absence.
She knows she should not take him to her bed as well as he knows he should not follow her there. They have so many secrets from each other, secrets that could tear destiny asunder, but they do not hear the portents of doom over the rush of the blood through their veins.
His jacket lies carelessly on a roughly carved wooden stool. The cottage is small and rude, and full of all the smells of home. Nothing could be more different for him, since the world changed, and that is the attraction. The straw-fill mattress rests on ropes slung between bedposts. He pushes her down towards it so that the ropes strain, without making any attempt to remove her dress.
He looms over her, silhouetted in the firelight and, for just a moment, her fear overwhelms her want of him. She stiffens, but then he reaches for the lacing of her overdress and begins to slowly unbind them, and she is swept away once more.
Her hands trace his skin under his loosened tunic, and his mouth whispers along her skin exposed to his touch. He withdraws for a moment to pull the tunic over his head, and she follows him up, half sitting to not lose contact with his skin. He pulls the overdress down, exposing shoulder and breast, and locking her arms against her sides before pushing her down again once more.
She reaches down, the only direction he has left her, and unties his breeches. She closes her palms around his half hard length and the mouth at her breast opens in distracted want.
Suddenly, everything about him is hard. He pulls up her skirts and removes her petticoats. His full weight comes to bear on her, pressing down and in with no regard for her comfort. She gasps, neither unsurprised nor unpleased by his ferocity, and wraps her legs around him to draw him in. The pressure inside her is building with every thrust.
She feels the end coming and irrationally tries to stop him, but it is too late and her resistance only spurs him on. Her arms are complete immobilized now, and his every stroke fuels a fire neither of them can resist, whatever reason is telling them. His fingers dig into her shoulders, marks she knows will bruise, but she is too far gone to care.
The wave breaks and she cries aloud in ecstasy. His eyes are wide and oddly blank as he follows her into that dark bliss after a few more erratic thrusts. They lie together until the enormity of what they’ve done sinks in.
He leaves her without a word. She does not watch him dress nor get up when he leaves. Already her mind is working, trying to figure out what to do next. She knows he is too.
After he is gone she counts to one hundred before she rises. She begins to pack. When he returns for her, he will not be alone and he will not take no for an answer. She must be gone before he comes back. Less than an hour passes before she leaves that place forever, carrying with her almost nothing at all.
In nine months time will be born a girl-child. Her mother will hold her in her arms for eight fear-filled days. Her father will wake in cold sweats from dreams of fire when he learns of her existence, but he will never kill her.
He is too afraid that she will have a sibling.
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fin
AN: Okay, so in my personal canon, Darken Rahl is the parent of both Richard and Jennsen. And this is the story of how Taralynn got him to father the second of two children who will bring him down, without telling him of the first one.
Please no book spoilers in the comments!
Gravity_Not_Included, March 30, 2009
Rating: M
Spoilers: Bloodline, no book
Disclaimer: Like many things in New Zealand, I do not own Legend of the Seeker.
Summary: That which is forbidden is always the hardest to ignore.
------
Wizard’s Other Rules
Rule #7: People will make horrible mistakes. You have to love them anyway.
Rule #4: She really is that in to you. Keep your hands to yourself.
She is enthralled by the power he holds over her, and she is excited by the power she holds over him.
She is not sure which of the two is more terrifying.
In her presence, he knows only desire, all thought of his quest banished. Since the first day he saw her, he has followed her with his eyes and coveted her with his soul. Her touch would mean worse than death, but he is always hard pressed to resist.
They’d met so unexpectedly, neither of the realizing the importance of the other, nor the danger. The wizard had warned them to be cautious, to show restraint, but the wizard wasn’t here and his words faded to silence in his absence.
She knows she should not take him to her bed as well as he knows he should not follow her there. They have so many secrets from each other, secrets that could tear destiny asunder, but they do not hear the portents of doom over the rush of the blood through their veins.
His jacket lies carelessly on a roughly carved wooden stool. The cottage is small and rude, and full of all the smells of home. Nothing could be more different for him, since the world changed, and that is the attraction. The straw-fill mattress rests on ropes slung between bedposts. He pushes her down towards it so that the ropes strain, without making any attempt to remove her dress.
He looms over her, silhouetted in the firelight and, for just a moment, her fear overwhelms her want of him. She stiffens, but then he reaches for the lacing of her overdress and begins to slowly unbind them, and she is swept away once more.
Her hands trace his skin under his loosened tunic, and his mouth whispers along her skin exposed to his touch. He withdraws for a moment to pull the tunic over his head, and she follows him up, half sitting to not lose contact with his skin. He pulls the overdress down, exposing shoulder and breast, and locking her arms against her sides before pushing her down again once more.
She reaches down, the only direction he has left her, and unties his breeches. She closes her palms around his half hard length and the mouth at her breast opens in distracted want.
Suddenly, everything about him is hard. He pulls up her skirts and removes her petticoats. His full weight comes to bear on her, pressing down and in with no regard for her comfort. She gasps, neither unsurprised nor unpleased by his ferocity, and wraps her legs around him to draw him in. The pressure inside her is building with every thrust.
She feels the end coming and irrationally tries to stop him, but it is too late and her resistance only spurs him on. Her arms are complete immobilized now, and his every stroke fuels a fire neither of them can resist, whatever reason is telling them. His fingers dig into her shoulders, marks she knows will bruise, but she is too far gone to care.
The wave breaks and she cries aloud in ecstasy. His eyes are wide and oddly blank as he follows her into that dark bliss after a few more erratic thrusts. They lie together until the enormity of what they’ve done sinks in.
He leaves her without a word. She does not watch him dress nor get up when he leaves. Already her mind is working, trying to figure out what to do next. She knows he is too.
After he is gone she counts to one hundred before she rises. She begins to pack. When he returns for her, he will not be alone and he will not take no for an answer. She must be gone before he comes back. Less than an hour passes before she leaves that place forever, carrying with her almost nothing at all.
In nine months time will be born a girl-child. Her mother will hold her in her arms for eight fear-filled days. Her father will wake in cold sweats from dreams of fire when he learns of her existence, but he will never kill her.
He is too afraid that she will have a sibling.
------
fin
AN: Okay, so in my personal canon, Darken Rahl is the parent of both Richard and Jennsen. And this is the story of how Taralynn got him to father the second of two children who will bring him down, without telling him of the first one.
Please no book spoilers in the comments!
Gravity_Not_Included, March 30, 2009
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Date: 2009-04-05 11:21 pm (UTC)Oh, my icon goes perfectly with your LJ's colors.
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Date: 2009-04-05 11:31 pm (UTC)I love it when people friend me and explain why! ;)
Fic: I am glad you liked the twist. I wanted to make it so that you totally thought it was Richard and Kahlan, and then were all "WAIT A MINUTE!" without being too "EW! IT'S HIS MUM!" about it. :)
Glad you liked it! There's another chapter (though it's not so much a story as it is a series of connected themes) in the LotS fic tag, and the explanation of The Rules is somewhere in my various LotS posts.
WELCOME!
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Date: 2009-04-06 04:29 am (UTC)Welcome to you too! It's nice to meet another Seeker fan! I love how the fandom seems to be growing so much lately. My own love for the show is growing as well and I'm remembering how much fun fandom can be again.
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