Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Slave ❯ A Slave Now ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Fey Slave
Genre: fantasy/romance
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. This is just a FanFic. Enjoy!
Summary: Duo, a Fey villager has been captured by the Norman invaders. He has been claimed as the property of Lord Heero Yuy
Pairings: 1x2 (centered), other pairing later (maybe)

 

 

“You will kneel before your master,” Goth growled as he shoved the Fey boy to his knees.

 

Heero looked down upon the smaller man. He was young, not yet sixteen summers, Heero would guess. The Fey was youthful but fully grown into his adult body. His chest was well defined, stomach flat with a slight muscular undertone, and hips slender, firm lead to very lean, shapely thighs and legs. A wealth of auburn hair adorned him, falling to his slender waist. Yet, the lordship could not truly see Duo's face for the Fey gazed downward and his hair covered most of his features. Still, the warrior could tell the Fey's features were fine boned, and the firmness of his body drew his eye again. The brown robe the Fey wore, spoke of modesty, yet not outright poverty. He wondered instantly, if the Fey be a virgin. He had not taken any slaves as his own, in this campaign to break the Fey stronghold of Garth, preferring to give the bounty to his men.

 

Still, this one perplexed the Norman lord, even as the Fey's angered and intrigued him. `This one would be a pleasure to conquer into submission', he thought as he looked askance of Goth. “Is he the one that led the Welshmen to safety on the cliffs?”

 

“Aye,” Goth answered curtly. “He deserves the lash! Those Welshmen killed ten of our men, if not eleven, before they escaped with this ones help.”

 

“Nay!” Heero expelled sharply. “He will not be marred that way, unless it is by my hand for his disobedience.”

 

Goth appeared surprised, and it was an unlikely occurrence upon his grisly face. “Then you will keep him, my lord?”

 

“Yea,” Heero responded. “I will bridle him as my slave. The looks of Duo's alone will be worth much in the future.” Heero looked to the east from the hill they stood upon, before he turned his gaze back to Goth. “Take him to my tent now and bind him against escape. We have yet to break through the Fey's wall this night. I would have done with this place and be onto the next.”

 

Duo saw the Norman lord's hide boots stalk away as the barrel-shaped brute named Goth hauled him to his feet. Duo had been too frightened to lift his head to view the Norman lord's features, but his impression was that lord was a strong man and larger than most Fey males. All of the Normans loomed largely, compared to his kind, and if this Norman lord appeared at all as Goth's gnarled face, he was sure to vomit if the Norman lord laid his hands on him. Yet touch him the warrior would, of that he could not be mistaken. The fear of it made him sickly as Goth pulled him roughly into a tent.

 

“Were it left to me, I would beat you!” Goth boomed as he shoved the captive away from him and Duo stumbled, landing on his knees yet again. “Now strip bare, slave,” he vented harshly.

 

Duo caught his cry of denial in his throat as he heard the sound of Goth's sword being lifted from its scabbard. Would this solider ravish him? Terror was tight in his stomach as his hands shook reaching for the bottom hem of his robe. Duo dared not to glance upward at the menacing Goth as his trembling hands pulled the robe over his head. Duo had given all of his under clothing as bandages and he had nothing left on underneath. As soon as its cloth left his fingertips, he shielded both hands between his thighs and his head down allowing his hair to fall forward. In this moment he was thankful for his hip length hair.

 

“That will do you no good,” Goth's rough voice told him. “For tie you I will, with your arms behind your back, and I surely hope that they pain you. Now lie down on your stomach!”

 

Duo could bear it no longer as he cried out his fear and denial. Goth must have expected this, for he was upon the Fey in a trice. He grabbed his wrists harshly and forced Duo onto his stomach with his brute strength. The air was knocked from Duo's lungs, and he lay grasping as Goth tied his wrists and ankles, even taking his sandals from his feet.

 

“Now see if you can escape,” he muttered.

 

“I beg you do not ravish me!” Duo cried desperately.

 

The angry growl that came from Goth made Duo flinch as he pulled the fey onto him back, while he knelt beside the slave. “What?” he blurted, looking down at him. “I have sons as old as you,” he hissed, rising lugubriously to his feet. Then he bent and plucked up a large fur from the pallet beside them. “I leave you to the younger and better man!” he spat, dropping the fur over Duo's nakedness as he turned to leave. “You just dwell on that boy, as you lay naked and tied, waiting for your lord. And, I hope that it pains you I do,” he continued to mutter as he left the tent.

 

It was then, Duo cried out his fear in choked sobs that continued into helpless weeping. He was a slave now and the imprisonment of it was agony, upon his cringing soul.

 

 

It was in the blackest of night when the Norman lord came into his tent. Duo had such terror inside him that he never closed his eyes once in all the long waiting. The Norman carried a torch with him and Duo forced himself to gaze upon his new master, and what he saw made him suck in a tight breath. The lord was so much larger than his brothers; he was huge compared to Dou. Armored, yes, but still brawny with strength nonetheless.

 
The warrior's shoulders were weighty, and his thighs thickly lay. He was taller than other man Duo had seen, with his wild head of untamed brown hair. It was thick and fell in all directions in a brown tangled mess. , but it was his face that arrested Duo the most. This was no fair skinned Fey male, but a bronze-skinned, masculine warrior. The word warrior breathed in every intense angle of his strong features, from the dark shadow on his jaw, of a beard not scraped in days, to his nose, slightly swollen from battle. His eyes were an unusual shade of brilliant blue, gazing down at Duo as the small Fey shivered in unconscious rebellion upon what his capturer eyes were asking, before he turned his eyes hastily away.

The Fey should never have looked upon him so boldly! He would misconstrue the beautiful creatures gaze for an invitation that Duo would never give to him. Even as this thought entered Duo's mind, he was crying out his denial. "Nay!" he cried.

  
Yet, the warrior was already upon Duo, down on his knees beside the smaller man, lifting the fur away from fey quaking nude body beneath. "You will not deny me, Fey slave," he growled, even as his fist tangled in Duo's unbound auburn hair at the back of his head. Then he pulled Duo's hair, forcing his neck to arch backward, bowing his naked body toward him. The fey was supine beneath him and completely powerless "Have I the need to take a lash to you?" he asked coarsely, shifting his intense gaze over Duo's bare chest, down over his flat stomach, down to his slender hips, to then halt on the exposed auburn triangle mound between his thighs and his slightly erect member.

 
The warrior gaze remained focused there, on his captive's vulnerably bared sex, as he shook Duo's head and hissed, "Answer me!"

Coward! He was naught but a weakling coward, Duo thought with agony, even as his cried out in terror and confusion. "Yes, beat me, for I will never willingly be thy slave!"

"You will never hold against the pain. Your mere fragileness will defeat you," the lord muttered angrily, still holding Duo's body arched to his rabid gaze. "Yet . . . if you insist to test me, I have no choice but to prove it to you."

 
Duo would have sobbed out his surrender, but his voice was too tight with fear as the Norman lord hauled the Fey up onto his knees before him. The warrior pulled at his hair again, forcing his head backward, with his deadly gaze fiercely laid, as he watched Duo frantically twisting his wrists against the bonds holding him prisoner. His chest heaved as frightened pants escaped his throat.

 
"You are so frightened now, pagan Fey, that you pant near to fainting," the dark lord muttered as his free hand rose upward to clasp Duo around the throat.

 
Duo thought surely the warrior would choke him to death, but his wide hand, while rough-skinned with calluses was gentle in its touch. The warrior held him there, so vulnerable, so frightened, while the edges of his fingertips stroked Duo's exposed throat. His thumb circled the hollow above his collarbone, while he caught and held his captive's gaze with eyes so vivid, Duo felt as if they spoke secrets to him. Secrets of his fate and the surety that Duo was now his and nothing on earth that would change the power in which he held the Fey dominated to him.

 
"Yea . . . but say to me, you are my slave, and will obey me, boy, and I will not take you from my tent to lash your fair naked body for all my men to see," he claimed quietly, as he ran his hand down Duo's heaving chest and resting on his flat tummy. Duo quaked, but this time with more than fear inspiring it. "You would never last, pagan nymph, and I would despise blemishing your pearly buttocks so."

 
If hecould speak, Duo thought in agony, but his throat was as tight and trembling as his body. Duo could do naught, but look up at his dark master helplessly.

Suddenly there came a shout outside the tent, the nearest voice yelling, "My lord, they have broken through the wall!"

   
The dark Norman lord glared toward the tent opening, yet no one appeared as he raised his voice loudly, "Yea, I will be there at once!"

   
When the warrior tuned his gaze back to the small elfin male, Duo saw triumph lighting his startling blue eyes, and then whence he spoke, his voice was a deep tenor. "You have been rescued, pagan Fey, for the moment. Yet—while I leave you for this time, think upon my command. You will never have the hope of defying my determination for any length of time."

 
His knuckles strayed downward lingering over Duo's silken stomach and then brushed over the tuft of hair between his thighs then cupped his manhood. Duo flinched away from his touch with a frightened pant, yet he released him saying, "Lay down again, fair Fey, and I will cover you."

 
It was so awkward, but Duo wanted nothing as much as that mere fur to cover her nakedness. So he managed, and the warrior remained true to his word, placing the fur over the fey before he stood. "I would care for nothing better, than to fuck you the first time, in the lord's chamber of Garth," he stated arrogantly before he turned and left the tent.

 

TBC

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