Ninian In The Darkness

The full moon has high in the sky as the little half dragon made her way out of the camp, toward the tree line. She had come out so late because of a note that had been slipped into her tent some hours prior, it was supposedly from Lord Eliwood, informing her to meet him. Her heart raced at the idea of meeting him out here, all alone in the darkness, away from the others... just as he had done several times in the past. Her cheeks flush just thinking about what had happened between them all those times.

She came to another small clearing just out of ear shot of the camp, just as the note said... her dear Lord Eliwood must have plans to have her make enough of a commotion that he didn't want the others to hear. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she made her way into the clearing, her eyes narrowing, trying to see if her beloved was there in the pale moonlight. The shadows were playing tricks with her eyes, she couldn't be sure what was what, but she could have sworn she saw a moving figure.

"Lord Eliwood...?"

She called, but the form didn't seem to acknowledge her. She moved toward it, hoping that it wasn't just some random animal... but as she came closer, it moved into the tree line. She followed it as best she could, knowing it just had to be her beloved, who else would have called her out here in the first place? The numerous trees cast long shadows, the canopy blocking out the light from above. There were multiple pockets of shadows, any big enough for him to hide away in; he must have been playing a game with her.

"Lord Eliwood, please come out... I... I don't want to be here alone..."

Ninian called out again, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know why, though... but then, she did. She was out here all alone in a forest full of shadows, out of hearing range of any that could help her, she was totally at the mercy of nature. A gust picked up and blew through the trees, distracting her from the feeling of something coming from behind, and when she sensed it, it was much too late as a pair of strong arms took hold of her, one wrapping around her waist, another around her shoulders, a hand over her mouth, regardless of being out of hearing range of the camp.

She looked up, expecting to see her beloved, but the moon was at his back, she couldn't make out his face. She trembled, eyes desperate to make sure it was her Lord Eliwood and not some other man. But her need for an answer was fulfilled a moment later, when she heard the person holding her speak;

"So glad you could make it, Ninian. I was beginning to think you ignored my little note."

Her eyes went wide in shock and fear, she knew who it was; Sain. She trembled in fear, realizing that she was at his mercy, his arms wrapping around her tightly, making sure she couldn't get away, regardless of how she struggled. She was scared, or rather she was terrified, being out here so far from any help, being bound by this man. He was always a strange one, she noticed how he leered at the women around him, staring at their bodies... she even caught him looking at her a few times, but she didn't think he'd ever do something like this.

"Now then my lovely Ninian, if you wish for this beautiful face of yours to be left unharmed, you won't fight back. If you do, I can promise you that I'll leave you so scared that even the friendliest of hounds would run in terror. Now, I'm going to lower my hand, and I want you to tell me you understand."

True to his word, his hand slips down her face, fingers caressing her small chin. She swallows hard, her eyes welling up with tears. She has such a hard time finding the courage to speak, but she has to, she doesn't wish to go through such pain. Her voice is so small and meek, it tells of total surrender and of great fear;

"I understand..."

At nearly that very instant both of his hands moved, going both up and down her small form, converging on her chest. Much to her shock, they press against her small breasts, and as she gasps he fondles her through the fabric of her dress. She writhes slightly, trying to hold back any noises that could be taken as pleasure, she doesn't want him to know that she's taking some enjoyment from this act of molestation against her will. But her body tells the tale as her little nipples grow hard, hard enough to be felt through her dress. Her crotch has grown moist, if he keeps this up, her juices will soon be running down her thighs.

"So nice to see that you're responding, Ninian. I always thought you'd be the frigid type, but I was gladly mistaken.