The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She had been crying. He knew as soon as she sat up and her hand swiped across that beautiful face, even though she refused to stare him in the eyes. It was a blessing in disguise. Because Malik wasn't sure he could stare her in the eye without guilt pounding him like a sledgehammer and making the shame show on his face. The shame, however, was coupled with rage. He knew she was hurt. And most probably angry as well. Just like him. They both knew the reason for her anger. Only one of them knew the reason for his. And disclosing it would be a very, very bad idea. No matter how much it pained her to know that he had selfishly inserted his dick in each and every whore in the brothel before coming to her. He had anticipated her question. In fact, it was all he had been thinking about for the past few days. All the questions that she would be bombarding him with. One would think he would be prepared to answer her by now. He wasn't. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and slightly shaky at first before it soothed and became a bit more calm.

"I came looking for you, Amaya. I couldn't find you anywhere in the abode. I was worr..."

Malik's words trailed off as he stood there watching her turn slowly to face him. He would have melted instantly on seeing his angel in this condition if not for the tremendous fury that was built up inside him. He swallowed. More questions. They were direct. They hurt him a bit as well. But he deserved it. And he had a feeling there was more coming his way if he stayed in the church with her longer.

"I want you, Amaya."

It was the simplest and most truthful answer he could provide. He wanted her. And only her. Everything else had just been...he wasn't sure what it had been, but maybe it had been a big mistake. A mistake he had knowingly or unknowingly enjoyed. All the way from him following the Warrioress into her room to him rummaging through the brothel to unleash his frustration on the women. But whatever had happened was in the past now. He couldn't turn back time. He had to face the consequences. With the Warrioress as well as with Amaya.

She wasn't looking at him. It was as if her eyes were trying their best to avoid him on purpose. Malik took a step forward and extended his arm towards her face, palm facing up, his fingers about to lift her chin even as the next words left his mouth.

"I'm so glad to see you..."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She stepped away from him, backwards. Two, maybe three steps. It was instinctual of a hurt animal. Right now, Amaya felt like a hurt animal. She might be a whore. Once a whore always whore or so men believed. That didn't preclude the fact she could feel.

"I want you, Amaya."

Those words. Those four simple words. They made her blood boil. Her eyes snapped up to his face. They blazed with anger.

"You... want...me."

She repeated them with a deceitfully quiet air. Amaya stared at him as if he spoke nonsense.

"You just shoved your cock into every single bitch in the Abode and now, you want me."

This was suppose to be a holy place. Someplace to seek refuge and find peace. There was little of that in Amaya right now.

"You humiliate me in front of them. I was wrong about you, was I not, Malik? I thought you cared. I thought I mattered to you. What kind of fool have I been?"

Her voice grew louder as she stalked away from him, moving across the church to put some distance between them because right now, she couldn't stand to have him near her. She didn't care if her voice carried to the priest that dwelled within these walls. All she could feel was the heaviness of pain in her heart.

"I may be a whore, but I was your whore, Malik. You bought my time. You bought me."

The tears welled up in her eyes but she refused them the right to exit.

"I. Was. Yours. But for some reason, that wasn't good enough for you. Do you even care that some of those bitches are bragging to whomever will listen that MY patron no longer wants me? Have you any idea how much it PAINS me to listen to their bragging voices as they expound detail upon detail of how you took them and they LIKED it?! WHY, Malik? Why? In all this time you and I---- "

Her voice cracked. Her lips clamped together; her eyes closed as she tried to gain some composure.

"In all the time we have been together, never once have you sought another and I would have known if that had been the case. Just as I do now. You are rich. You are handsome. They all knew you could have any whore in the Abode and yet, you chose me. You chose me and saw no other. How jealous they all were of me. They all waited for you tire of me and did not. And now I am to be pitied and laughed at. I'm not good enough for you anymore, did you know that? Did you know that I can't hold your attention any longer..."

Her hand lifted to pass over her face. Once. Her tone, somehow calmed. Became resigned and resolved.

"It does not matter what they think. Right now, they are young. But when their looks and their bodies fail them, when age starts to tell, where will they be then? Aside from that, they do not matter. It is how you made me feel that does. It is the images I see of you with them behind my closed eyelids. It is the images that haunt me.

When you told me the story of your parents and how they met, how your father gave your mother a coin each time... I thought..... "

Her voice broke down to a ragged whisper.

"I thought you were trying to tell me that you cared for me. I thought wrong, didn't I?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His heart sank for a moment as she stepped away from him. The look on her beautifully sad face and the emotions in those once sparkling eyes as they met his made him lower his gaze with shame. She continued to speak even as her voice resonated in that hall, growing louder, angrier and sadder with each step she took away from him. He had infuriated her.

Was there anything he could say or do at this point that would not make her feel this way? Probably not. The damage had been done. How could he have been so inconsiderate and stupid! He could have gone to any other brothel and taken out his frustration there. How did he not realize that his actions would hurt, humiliate, and make his angel cry in pain?

Her words didn't surprise him. They did still sting like a thousand bees descending upon his soul. Malik's hands were curled into fists, his eyes shut for a moment as he took a deep breath and swallowed the anger, taking a step forward in her direction. He noticed that tears were right on the edge and would drip from those lovely eyes any moment. He hated himself just as much he hated the Warrioress right now.

"Yes. I want you. Just as much as you want me, if not more. I do care...about you, Amaya. I do not care about all those...they were just..."

He paused before saying something that he would regret. The betrayal of trust in those angel eyes was not easy for him to stomach. It hurt like anything. Especially since he was the cause of it. She was trying to put distance between them. He was trying to close it, taking another step towards her, his voice as calm as possible, with a hint of frustration to it.

"You are still my whore, Amaya. You are...more than just a whore to me. I would have never set foot in a church if I...if you..."

He had sensed the change in her tone as she continued. He thought perhaps she might calm down and forgive him. Another long stride forward and they were merely inches away from each other, standing between the wooden pews with her back a few feet away from the left wall of the church where the long rows of benches would end. Malik lifted his face to try and meet her gaze. It was like staring directly at the sun. Blazing. Hot. But he would stare at it even if it burnt him to the core.

"Open your eyelids. What do you see? This is me standing in front of you. The same Malik that told you a story about his parents. I've come for you, Amaya. And I am not leaving until..."

He took a deep breath, his voice breaking off once again. Why was it so hard to finish a sentence? Maybe because he wasn't used to talking. A man of few words. Long conversations made him uncomfotable. He was a man of actions, not words. Except when the wench had him under her mercy. Get her OUT of your mind, you bloody fool! And concentrate on the lady in front of you! Another reason was that he simply didn't want to hurt her anymore by saying the wrong thing at the wrong moment. He wished he could get all those haunting images out of her head. He wished he could go back in time and...

"You were not wrong. You. Are still. Mine."

There was a slight shakiness in his voice as he almost growled those last words before swallowing, his breath askew. He wanted to take her into his arms right at that moment, even though she was not in the mood to even touch him or look at him with any sort of affection.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She wanted to hate him. Her own fists clenched at her sides as her anger consumed her. Anger at him. Anger at herself. She had a good idea what had driven him to do what he did. She wasn't going there again. What good would that do? Except maybe to fuel her anger. Amaya knew, deep down, where the blame lay. It was far easier to focus on the hurt Malik stirred in her.

"You are a greedy bastard, Malik. It is not enough that you have dipped your cock into every whore in this place and now, you come to me? Your arrogance is as insufferable as your pride."

He was too close to her for comfort yet, she dared not turn her back on him. Instead, she backed up only to find her back against a wall. Inwardly she swore. Her eyes darted around, looking for an escape route. There were only two ways to go, to the right, but she'd end up trapped against the alter or to the left, along the wall and hopefully to escape. Amaya eyed him. There was no way she was going to be able to dart around him. Her chin lifted as she glared at him.

"You expect me to fuck you after all that? For what reason, Malik? Comparison? Or because you have come to think of me as your property? Just stay away from me. I do not need your patronage. I'll find a way to survive. I did it before you came along. Your money means very little to me...."

The urge to lash out, to hurt him as he had hurt her, was stronger than ever. Somewhere inside her, she knew it was the pain in her heart that was making her speak as she did. She did not care. She hurt. She wanted to make him hurt too.

"....your money was good for one thing, buying my way out of this place. That's what you were good for, Malik."

She was dying inside with every word she spat at him. Yet, she couldn't stop herself. It did not matter who or how the pain was wrought. The simple fact was, it was there, shredding her to pieces and she was unable to stop the flow of words that erupted from her.

She had played the devil's fiddle. Now it was time to dance to the devil's tune.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She was trying to move away from him as if he was a disease. Something she was afraid to touch. It pained him just as much as it made him furious. Furious mostly with himself, but also with the Warrioress. Her back hit the wall and his eyes shot to her face. Why was she retreating this way? Did she think he was going to force her or harm her without consent? Come to think of it, he wasn't exactly sure of it himself. But he would never harm her, no matter what. Not in a bad way, anyway.

Then her words surprised him just a bit. He knew he deserved it, but it still hurt. The way she was lashing out at him almost made him angry at her. He was telling himself to be calm and not hit back. After all, it was not her fault. He was the one who had done her wrong. But what else could he have done? She was telling him to stay away. No way.

"There's nobody in my head today but you, Amaya."

He noticed her eyes darting in either direction as she stood with her back now pressed against the wall. She didn't stop the insults though. Her final words hit him like a bullet in the chest. Did she really believe everything she was saying? Malik was quick to move in front of her, both his hands rising, palms pressing flat against the wall, arms on either side of her head as he breathed down on her. She was testing his patience.

"So, now that you have enough money to buy your way out of this place, you don't need me. Is that it? But I thought my money meant very little to..."

He didn't finish the sentence. His mouth was merely inches from her forehead. The rage within him was starting to surface. And she wasn't making it any easier for him to control it. Even though he loved her dearly. He started spitting out words.

"I know you survived just fine before I came along. I did too. But you ARE RIGHT. YOU ARE NOW MY PROP..."

Malik paused for a second before drawing his arms back and dropping them to the side, his lips pursed, standing absolutely still in front of her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Too close. He was too close to her and she didn't trust herself at the moment. There was too much going through her head right now.

"I know you survived just fine before I came along. I did too. But you ARE RIGHT. YOU ARE NOW MY PROP..."

SLAP!

She stared at the red mark left by her hand on his cheek. Her hand hurt like hell. She had hit him that hard. She had never lifted a hand to Malik before. Ever. She was shocked she had done so. It was as if her hand had a mind of its own. The strike had just came out of nowhere, a reaction to his words and why it did, baffled her. After all, she had referred to herself as his property. Why did it hurt her so to hear him say it?

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She might be tiny and fragile but the woman was feisty, fierce. Her sleek, tender hand might not have hurt him as much, his head almost unmoved after the blow, but he felt the slight pain along with the expression of surprise on his face. She had startled him. How dare she slap him! The anger boiled inside Malik as his fingers tentatively touched the cheek that she had slapped, his eyes moving away from her face and almost squinting down to observe the palm against his face, before he turned his gaze and glared at her, breathing fire.

His hands were in fists at his sides and he was trying to cool down, but she was making it difficult. He swallowed the insult and tried to close the distance between them, pressing forward, taking a deep breath.

"I'll forgive this time. Only because it's you."

His right hand reached up, the back of his fingers caressing her cheek gently, his body lightly pressing against hers, trapping her between him and the wall, his left arm going horizontal, close to her ear once again, palm pressing flat to the wall.

"I thought you liked being my whore...my PROPERTY, Amaya. No?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He'll forgive....

She slapped his hand away from her cheek. Of all the arrogant, conceited....

But his next words.... She was already upset and her temper was near the boiling point with him.

"I thought you liked being my whore...my PROPERTY, Amaya. No?"

She slapped him again.

"I liked being your woman, Malik. Not your property, not your whore."

She spit the words out as if they were something sour on her tongue. Her hands came up, giving a sharp, hard push against his chest as she sought to escape him. If she didn't get away from there, from him, things were going to be said and done that could cause irreparable damage to what? Their relationship? Had they ever really had one? She gave a bark of laughter. It was a horrid, ugly sound, filled with so many different emotions it would be hard to decipher them all.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He glanced towards his hand and chuckled as she pushed it away from her cheek. Such a stubborn and feisty little woman. She had managed to fuel his anger at the wrong time. He was in no mood to tone himself down or apologize to her for anything right that moment. What he wanted was...he wasn't exactly sure...but he knew he wanted her. One way or another. Just the way it used to be. He wanted her submission to him. Without question. He wanted her love and understanding, even if he couldn't tell her his whole story. And here she was trying to run away from him, not to mention hit him in the face, not just with words.

The second slap only made him more irritated with her. Again, he was surprised. He didn't think she would do it after his warning. It took him a moment to realize that she was trying to force herself away from him, her hands shoving him away by pushing at his chest as he listened to and absorbed her words. At once, both his arms came close together and grabbed both her wrists firmly as she struggled between him and the wall of the church. He shoved her back against the wall with slight force before releasing her hands and barked, clutching her chin between his fingers, eyes glaring into hers.

"I will forgive you one more time" he paused, "If you liked being my woman...then be my woman. Come with me. Can you? I don't think so! Because you're a whore! That's what you are. You want the money even though you say you don't. I wonder if I stopped paying you, you'd probably spread your legs for some other fool, won't you?"

A soft laughter followed as he chuckled. His fingers moved away from her chin and stroked her cheek gently, before withdrawing from her face entirely, his expression softening just a bit.

"No, maybe not. Because I know you love me" he almost mocked, "You are MY whore, Amaya. And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of that."

He was breathing hard. His anger resurfaced as the softened expression on his face was gone. If she was going to slap him again, he was prepared for it. He wasn't exactly sure why he was saying all these things. He didn't want to hurt her. But she was being a bitch. He was conveniently going to place the blame on the Warrioress for messing with his head and creating this situation. Damn her!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her head banged against the church's wall when he shoved her back. The force hadn't been enough to cause harm but it was sufficient enough to cause a slight ache back there. She tried to jerk her chin from his fingers. Any other time and she more than likely would have thrilled at his actions, not this time. Combined with his words and she was seething beneath the surface like a volcano.

"No. I won't come with you and why? Because of your own actions. Fuck every damn whore in this place if it pleases you, but not me. Not like this. I want no part of it. And you don't pay me, do you? You pay the Abode. Tell me, Malik... did your pockets feel the sting of your rampage through the valley of whores? Did you pay out extra coin for the ones you brutalized? Was it worth it? And now, you come to me seeking what? Solace? A soothing touch, a balm, an angel's touch?"

The last was said with sarcasm. The last thing she could be described as was an angel. She was anything but.

"Go ask one of the other whores for it. Especially those you left purring. I'm sure they would be more than happy to meet those needs now. Although, some of them prefer it rough, but then, I'm sure you are more than aware of that by now, are you not?"

She poked his chest to emphasis her next words.

"I am going to get in your way, Malik. Me. Your arrogance is insufferable. Go bathe. You smell of sex and whores. I will even guess your cock is still wet with them."

She pushed away from the wall with a wince and headed for the doors of the church. His company was not wanted, not now and maybe not for a long time to come.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He listened to her words quietly, his blood still boiling inside. They both were saying things that they were going to regret later. Hurtful things. Why? He couldn't understand right then. As she poked him in the chest, his rage subsided, although the fists remained curled on either sides of his body after his hand withdrew from her chin with another chuckle.

"...an angel's touch?"

The words echoed in his head. Was he going to melt? Not yet. Not completely. More words were spit out as she continued to talk before pushing him away and heading for the doors. He growled and strode behind her, his hand clutching her arm firmly and yanking and twisting her closer. In an instant her tiny frame was pressed against his chest, his left arm gripping her waist firmly, eyes staring down with lust, rage, passion, and emotion into hers.

"Not like this? Then how do you want me to fuck you, my angel? I know you don't really want me to go and fuck all those other whores. I told you when I entered this church that I am here for you, and you alone. I only fucked them because..."

His voice trailed. He saw the fury in her eyes. It could have scared any mortal. He couldn't complete the sentence. He would never be able to. Shame, guilt, anger, frustration, violence, and love created waves of discomfort within him as he stood there, clasping her tightly in his arm. He leaned closer to her ear, his lips barely touching her, while his other hand made sure she wouldn't move out of his grasp, holding down her left arm tight against her side.

"I know very well who likes it rough and who doesn't. And...you can try getting in my way. I assure you, you will fail. And you haven't yet come close enough to even smell me. How do you know what state my cock is in? Hm? Or perhaps, you'd like to find out?"

Their voices were echoing across the grand room of the holy place they were fighting in. The air surrounding them was growing hotter by the minute.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She spun around with the force of his grip on her arm, bumping into his hard firm body as his arm wound around her waist with a viselike hold. Both of hands slapped against his chest as she struggled to free herself. Just short of exhaustion, she became still with his infernal voice ringing in her ears.

"You do not understand yet, Malik? I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOU. TO. FUCK. ME. AT ALL."

There! Maybe spitting the words out individually made it easier to sink into his thick skull. Knowing it a fruitless effort, she struggled against him again, to no avail.

"Why not? You've already worked your way through them once. How much more could you possibly hurt me? And I could care less WHY you fucked them. You. It's always about you, is it not? The only time you think about me is when you come to my room. Out of sight, out of mind."

His lips were too close to her ear. An electric tingle rolled down her spine. She turned her head slowly toward his, her eyes held a smoldering light in their depths.

"You had me against the wall just a little while ago. It didn't take much effort to smell you. The stench carries."

She sneered at him. At that moment, she hated him with every fiber of her being.

"Release me, Malik. Now. "

Her voice had become a viper's hiss.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Her words made him throw his head back just a bit and let out a laugh that echoed across the main chapel. His expression turned serious as soon as he stopped laughing and gazed down at her once again.

"No, I do not understand, Amaya. And I do not believe you either. I think you want to FUCK me just as much as I want to FUCK you. Why don't you admit it?"

He took a pause before continuing, his fingers reaching up to stroke her cheek affectionately, thumb tracing the outline of her bottom lip only briefly while his fingers caressed her cheek. He knew if his thumb went any more closer to her lips, she might just chew and spit it out. That was the intensity of her emotions at the moment.

"Out of sight, out of mind." He uttered the words with hurt, disappointment, and frustration. He thought about her more often than she could imagine. This was the worst time to convince her though. "Is that what you really believe, my angel? Do you think the only time I think about you is when I come to your room? Have you ever considered the times when I really want to but don't..."

Malik stopped abruptly. There was no point in discussing that. He shook his head ever so lightly from side to side, eying her with amusement, frustration, and anger mixed together while she looked up at him with scorn and contempt in her eyes. His eyes darkened slightly, fingers withdrawing from her face before they tucked the tresses of the silken hair behind her ears. His voice was laced with sarcasm and humor as she hissed at him.

"Release you? Oh, so you're going to give me orders now that you're my woman, and not just my whore? Hm...I'll have to think about that one."

He leaned closer to her ear and whispered in a shamelessly hoarse tone, his grip around her waist tightening just enough to let her know who was in charge at the moment and feel his hard body against her soft suppleness.

"You know what I think? I think you want to be pushed up against that wall once again."

His lips brushed against the whorl of her ear before moving down as he breathed fire against her neck, not touching, the fingers of his right hand sliding up her spine and getting tangled in her hair for a moment before his head dipped back to stare into her blazing eyes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

"Of all the arrogant, conceited... "

Her hand came up to swat his fingers away from her face. Annoyance filled her eyes.

"Damn you to hell, Malik. Is that all you can think about tonight? Fucking?"

She glared at him, her eyes turning darker with emotion and it wasn't the emotion he was use to.

"Oh, I've considered the times you, mostly of late, might have come to me and did not. I imagine those times were of her, weren't they? Why don't you go fuck her instead?"

His grip around her waist tightened. His whisper in her ear, raw with emotion, sent tingles tumbling over each other down her spine, electrifying her body. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to stand at attention. His lips against her ear and the feelings it invoked in her, made her want to cry. For just a moment, she allowed the feel of his hot breath to bath the side of her neck and let her emotional floodgate open. Then her hands were shoving against his chest.

"Go be a rutting pig elsewhere, Malik. I'm not willing to be your last available cunt for the night. What in hell makes you think I want a cock that is coated with the juices of all the whores in the Abode inside me, your cock?"

She was angry but more hurt than angry. She'd never understand men and how they could shove themselves into so many women for whatever urgent purpose at the moment and separate their minds, putting it all in convenient little compartments. Humans have a more refined sense of feelings and emotions. There was little excuse.

She didn't care if his hand was tangled in her tresses. She shoved against his chest and turned with the intent of putting as much space between them as possible. Her heart was breaking and she was thinking like a woman, not a whore. It was a fatal mistake.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik's lips curved into a devilish smile as he gazed deeply into her soulful eyes, his fingers hardly budging from her cheek as she tried to swat them away, the fingers of his other hand firmly cupping her buttock, then easing over her hip.

"I will happily go to hell if you accompany me, Amaya. And for your information, all I can think about tonight, is you, my angel. I think I already made it clear when I came here."

Why don't you go fuck her instead?

She continued to test his patience. His eyes darkened. They bore down into her, his clutch around her waist twisting her body swiftly by some ninety degrees and roughly shoving her up against the wall. His hand left the tresses of her sexy hair and was suddenly around her throat. Fingers curled and dug into the tender flesh as he squeezed.

"I did not fuck her! She fuh..."

Malik paused, breathing fumes, lips still parted before they pursed, closing his eyes as his fingers loosened their grip around her neck just a bit. He had no intention of letting the Warrioress creep into his mind at the moment. She had given him enough sleepless nights. And troubled days. That bitch! His volume kept rising as he spoke, opening his eyes.For a moment, he thought he saw the Warrioress in Amaya's eyes. It was just a reflection. His own messed up mind was trying to eject her from his conscious thought.

"Do you really want to talk about those times... or do you want to talk about now? I'm not the one who is obsessed thinking about her, or the other whores at the moment. You are!"

He remained unmoved as she tried to push his body away from hers, trying to create distance between them. He didn't want to hurt her. He had not wanted to take his anger out on her when he had walked into the place. But she kept making it more and more difficult for him. His hand dropped from her neck, the other arm still curled over her hip.. His voice calmed slightly, but not enough as he held her between his rock solid frame and the chapel wall. The words echoed around the hall.

"What do you want me to do, Amaya? Huh? Bathe my cock in some holy water inside your church so that it gets cleansed somehow? And then you won't smell the stench anymore?"

There was a frustration in his tone. He had lied. He was obsessed with the wench. She kept slithering in from between the cracks in his mind. He hated to admit it. And even if he didn't, now was not the time to be thinking or discussing about it. Would there be a time when he could discuss it with Amaya? Perhaps not.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

"She what?"

Instead of ending on a defiant note, she ended with a squeak of surprise. So intent on putting as much distance between them as she could, she hadn't been thought about him stopping her. He brought her up short with a hard, sharp twist. She found herself roughly shoved back against a wall, his hand on her throat. He dared to squeeze her neck and her eyes narrowed as she stared back at him defiantly.

Their voices were heatedly rising and apparently Malik's blood flow was all in his cock. Apparently, working his way through every whore in the Abode had done nothing to sate him. Now, he came back to her.

"Respect the Church, Malik. Holy water and your cock should not be spoken in the same sentence. What do I want you to do?"

His hand was still on her hip. Jerking away from the wall, she pressed against him. The depths of anger clearly in her eyes. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Standing on tiptoe, her lips found his ear.

"Bathe."

She attempted to shove him back and out of her way as she sought, once more, to escape.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He watched her with slight amusement and a lot of rage that had been building up inside him for past several days, not just because of her but due to several other reasons, which concerned her either directly or indirectly. She was struggling to break free from his hold, shoving, pushing, jerking away and hitting him with her tiny but quick hands. It was all in vain. He quietly stood there like a wall of stone, trapping her between his body and the chapel wall behind her. Then suddenly, her hands grabbed his tunic and her face rose a few inches up towards him, her mouth whispering something in his ear.

When she attempted to shove him back and escape as her heels touched the ground once again, he roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him, their chests thudding against each other. Their eyes met and gazes locked as he stared down at her for what seemed like eternity, breathing fumes. One arm was clutching her waist while the other was idle. He knew she would resist. He knew she would struggle till the end and hit him with everything she had. Words and fists, both. He would be patient. He had been so far. If it had been any other woman besides his angel, she would have paid dearly by now.

Malik's left arm suddenly loosened it's grip over her waist only to shift down, brushing against the curve of her buttocks and rest against her back upper thighs. One powerful jerk and he lifted her up in the air, tilting his head to the right. His other arm that was resting immediately came up for assistance to toss her over his left shoulder. Legs would flail helplessly, her hands were free, and that ever so feisty mouth of hers was open as well, but he didn't care. She could attempt to do whatever she felt like in order to escape. Punch, scream or kick. He had a feeling she would attempt all of that and more, but he had had enough of her. He began walking towards the entrance of the church.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

"MALIK!!! What do you.... where are you..."

She swallowed, her eyes wide with surprise. Her small fists pounded on whatever portion of his back she could reach.

"Damn you, Malik. PUT ME DOWN. NOW. I am not some sack of potatoes you can simply sling over your shoulder and carry off."

When he kept walking, she started to kick her feet as well. She swore in anger from her upside down position and grunted every few seconds from having her stomach pressed against his shoulder as he walked. Her blood was rushing to her head and Amaya was starting to feel it pounding there. She was getting dizzy. She tried a different approach.

"Malik," she implored in a softer voice, "set me down, I beg you. I can barely breathe and I'm starting to get dizzy."

In the meanwhile, she was silently wondering where they were headed and why.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He completely ignored her as they exited the chapel and kept walking in the direction of the Abode, which was not very far from there. Her limbs tried everything but he was as steady as a rock. Mind and body. She was lighter than a sack of potatoes for sure. He felt like slapping her ass when she kicked him but he refrained with quiet amusement mixed with a deeply hidden anger. Her tone suddenly changed. The voice became softer. More dramatic. He was not falling for it. There was no way she was going to faint or vomit from whatever fake dizziness she was feeling. He eased his hold on her just enough to let her stomach slide down his shoulder to the front, but not enough that her head could come upright all the way. They were not too far from the destination anyway.

He strode through the gardens as the intensity of her retaliation decreased. Kicking open the wooden door, he entered into the tunnel that would eventually lead them to his own private place inside the Abode. His hand went up to her head and forced it down behind his shoulder in order to avoid letting her get hurt as he himself bent down and crouched through the narrow entrance to the tunnel before it gave way to a much taller passage. It was dark except for the flickering scones that lined both sides of the walls. As they approached another door, tall enough for both of them to enter standing upright, he pulled it open with his hand this time.

He almost threw her down onto the bench that was positioned against one of the walls. He turned and pushed the door closed, locking it with the large key that dangled from the thread around his neck. The other door on the opposite side was locked in the same fashion using the key. He knew it would take her a few minutes to realize what had happened, especially if she had indeed felt dizzy earlier. He stood towering before her, his unsympathetic eyes boring down, as a wicked grin formed across his lips.

"Don't give me that look! You asked me to put you down. Feel better now? Or are you still having trouble breathing?"

Behind them, a wooden tub, large enough for more than two people, filled with hot water was ready for him, as always, situated across from the bench. This was his own private bath house. She had asked him to bathe. He was going to bathe for her. And she was going to witness it with her own eyes, whether she liked it or not.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Finally! He dumped her unceremoniously onto a wooden bench. Amaya sat there, catching her breath. She eyed him as he locked the door he had kicked open. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had secrets where the brothel was concerned. Jumping up, she ran for the back door, the one further back. It rattled but that was all. Locked. How cozy. They were now locked in some underground room together. The room was dimly lit by the wall sconces. Her eyes narrowed as she peered about, looking for a weapon. She was going to need one if he refused to release her.

"Malik.."

She stood at one side of the huge wooden tub filled with water, arms folded over her chest.

"Let me out of here. Why did you bring me here? Did you think that by taking a simple bath, I'd let you crawl between my thighs? It's going to take much more for that to become a reality. "

She continued to watch him. Whatever his reasoning for bringing her here with him, it was not going to change her mind. She had enough. Let him go swing his cock at every other whore in the place. Again. She was sure they wouldn't complain. From the sounds of it, there were more than a few willing to get on their knees and beg for it. Again. She wasn't going to be one of them.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik watched quietly as her eyes darted around the room. She was looking for an escape. There wasn't any. Not until he allowed it anyway. The only items that were in the bath house, apart from the huge wooden bowl filled with warm water and the bench, were a variety of herbal soaps and ointments kept next to the tub, fresh towels on the bench and clothing that was concealed inside a hollow in the wall above the bench.

He stepped towards her with a swift movement, his hand going to the back of her head and bunching her hair into his fist. His other hand clutched her hip as he yanked her towards him, sliding his arm around her waist from behind while he twisted her around. His voice was a raggedy whisper as he pressed his mouth to her ear as close as possible, pulling her head back. His prick poked her ass lewdly.

"Crawl? If there's anyone who is going to be crawling over here, it will be you, my angel."

He released her hair only to shift to her side and before she had time to regain her composure, two muscular arms lifted her up in the air and threw her into the tub.

SPLASH!

Malik then started to unbutton his shirt slowly as he stared down at Amaya with a mischievously wicked gleam in his eyes .

"I brought you here so you won't accuse me of not bathing. You can see it with your own eyes. If you want, you can wash me yourself, in whatever non-simple way you want me cleansed. If not, you can get out of that tub and just watch me until I am done. I don't have any spare clothes for you though. And it does get cold here pretty quickly, especially on a wet body."

His eyes continued to linger over her in the evilest, and most carnal way possible as she emerged from the water.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her eyes had been roaming the small underground chamber and by the time she sensed him moving, it was too late. She found herself against him, her back to his front, her head yanked back against his shoulder. Her hair was fisted in his hand. His ear was pressed to the shell of her ear. His damn cock, stood stiffly, poking her in the ass.

"Crawl? If there's anyone who is going to be crawling over here, it will be you, my angel."

He could rot in hell. She wasn't crawling for him.

What happened next, happened to quickly before she could forestall it. He had the audacity to pick her up and toss her into the tub. The water closed over her head briefly before receding, leaving her coughing and sputtering where she sat in the tub, drenched. She was soaked!

She got to her feet and started shivering. Her teeth rattled against each other until she had the sensible thought to sit back down. Why not? She was already soaked to the skin. The water in the tub was hot. Her nipples were taut buds, poking at her blouse. Her wet clothes clung to her like a second skin and Malik, that devil, stood there, unbuttoning his shirt with a wickedly lustful look in his eyes.

He could go to hell. She was not going to fuck him nor was he going to fuck her. Wash him? WASH HIM? There was no way in HELL that was happening. Her lips twitched in a sneer. At least he would be rid of that cloying smell of sex with other women and their own scents that seemed to have soaked into his skin. The tub was big enough for the two of them. She hunkered down in the water to wait him out.

And heaven try to help him if he tried to touch her. He'd find himself with a handful of hellcat. She pushed her hair out of her face, glaring at him the whole time.

Give me a reason to hurt you. Please.

Prayer or thought. At this point, it simply didn't matter.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His shirt dropped to the floor as he continued to watch her delightfully shivering little soul inside the bath tub with that same wicked glint in his eyes. He had expected her to splash her way out of the tub and attack him. If not physically, then at least a verbal assault. The way she had been doing until now. He was wrong. Maybe she found the warmth of the water pleasing and comforting. Maybe she was tired of talking. But he could see the fire and the rage in her eyes and he would be an idiot to consider her anything but dangerous at the moment. The hard part was, he was never going to hurt her in a damaging way. She was his angel, after all.

"I see you like my tub. I should have brought you here earlier."

Her wet body as it emerged from the water for a brief moment before
sinking, the hair plastered over her face and the thin fabric that clung to her chest made Malik growl softly inside his throat like an animal. The pants were next as they pooled next to his shirt. He stepped out of them and stood stark naked in front of her while she glared at him with those beautiful eyes. She looked like a wild cat, ready to pounce on him at any moment and scratch his flesh out. If that happened, he knew how to handle her. She was not the Warrioress who would threaten and tame him using weapons. There were no weapons in the bath house. This was raw masculine strength against delicate feminine ferocity locked in a room together.

"I'm glad you have decided to bathe with me. I'll wash you if you wash me."

He stepped closer and lifted one leg to immerse it into the water as he spoke, his voice arrogant and teasing. His gaze didn't waver from her face as his other leg joined in, creating a gentle splash before his entire body began to disappear, submerging only a foot or so away from hers. He leaned back against one edge of the tub, extended his legs and threw his head back for a moment, relaxing. Then, opening his eyes and bringing his head back up, he stared at her for a moment. He glanced from her face to the collection of various bath soaps and ointments on her side of the tub and then back at her.

"No? Ok then."

A quick jerk of his head followed.

"Grab the soap from over there."

Saying that, he took his eyes away from her face and slowly started trailing his fingers over the length of his other arm, rubbing it, pulling it above the water level, his pheripheral vision wary of her the entire time.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Like his tub? Her glare got more furious.

"More like it is damn cold outside of it and since the only way to stay warm, considering you dumped me here in the first place, is to stay in the water."

The cord of anger, the hint of sullenness, not to mention her eyes breathing unholy fire in his direction, should have been signs that she was not exactly happy with him. Not to mention the fact it just kept getting worse. He seemed to be enjoying this little nonconsensual tete`-a-tete´


"I'm glad you have decided to bathe with me. I'll wash you if you wash me."

Joined him? Like she had a choice? Did he think she wanted to be here? Unceremoniously dumped into his bathing water? Maybe she should thump him on the head. Maybe that would make his brain work again.

She folded her arms over her chest and just scooted down into the water more. She opened her mouth to tell him what he could do with his damn soap, then closed it again. Carefully sitting up, she snaked out an arm and her fingers closed over a bar of soap. She didn't waste a minute of time before she launched it straight for his head.

"Fuck you, Malik."

She proceeded to degrade his mother's heritage by calling him names. She didn't even know the dear woman but it was simply the only way to get her point across.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He playfully swatted the water with a powerful flick of his palm, watching her shamelessly, the droplets splashing against her face even as she glared at him. He knew she wouldn't be able to get out of the tub once he had dumped her in it. The warmth was inviting. There was a twisted smile on his lips as she spoke.

He realized that the intensity of her anger was only getting higher and higher with each of his arrogant actions. It was not his fault. He watched as she folded her arms at his request to hand over the soap to her. She wanted to say something. He could see it on her face. She wanted to hurt him. When the bar of soap came flying towards his face, he was almost ready. Almost. His right arm emerged from the water only a second late than it should have as the piece of soap brushed fast enough against the back of his little finger before hitting his forehead and sinking into the water. Malik chuckled and stared at her as she uttered those first three words.

"Once I am done bathing, Amaya. Then you may fuck me. Wouldn't want you to smell the...stench...of the other whores on me now, would I?"

The next words out of her mouth turned his amused, mocking expression into a dark, furious glare. His hands clamped onto the edges of the tub as he lifted himself from the water and launched himself at her, on his knees. The fingers of his right hand were gripping her neck as he pulled her hard and fast against his body. One hand on her throat, his menacing eyes bore down into her, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"If you ever disrespect my muh...ever again, I will kill you with my bare hands. Did you hear me? I will..."

He was fuming. He hated himself for saying that. He could never kill her. In the back of his mind, he knew she was only trying to hurt him for his actions, and not degrade his mother's heritage. She had punctured his heart, however, in more ways than she could understand, maybe unintentionally.

"All I have given you is my lov....how dare you..."

He growled, widening his eyes, his fingers not relenting as they continued to clutch her throat firmly, the pressure subtly increasing and decreasing, his other hand tight around her body as he held her close against him, wet rippling muscles crushing delicate feminine curves, hugged by the thin soaking fabric as she shivered. No words were spoken for a long time after that. Their eyes did all the talking. Eventually his hand slid away from her neck even though his hold on her was as firm as before. He turned his eyes away from her in an almost saddened expression before closing them, dipping his head back and taking a deep breath.