Tale of Obsession: Courting Daphne Ch. 02

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Daphne's dilemma, & the deal Leander offered.
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Part 2 of the 11 part series

Updated 08/31/2017
Created 03/06/2010
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for the very kind comments on the first installment of this story! Amidst the mess that is my life, I was able to find time to write this one very quickly (although -- alas! -- not before I had done three whole-story revisions! Daphne's very short story proves to be quite difficult to write down.. xD). Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed revising it to this final version! ^_^

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The light of the candle beside the bed began to flicker, creating strange shadows in the interior of Leander Van Halen's tent. The candle was almost out, and the flame that consumed it seemed to do its final dance -- vigorous, full of life: a victory dance as it melted away the wax, mocking the prisoner that freely paced back and forth at the foot of the bed.

Daphne tried to calm herself -- just enough to think clearly. She needed to get out of here, to escape from the general who showed her what pleasure is and then threatened to show her pain. But how would she do it? General Van Halen ordered the guards outside to guard the tent well and to kill a woman from her village for every escape attempt that Daphne would do.

'Perhaps...' she thought, as she once again sat on the edge of the bed, 'perhaps I should stay.'

At least, here, Daphne knew she was safe. Nobody would dare enter the tent of Leander Van Halen without permission from the general. Nobody would harm her, knowing that she was under Van Halen's protection.

But, what about the general? Would he really protect her? Would he not hurt her?

Daphne did not know. She did not want to trust him, believing that he only whispered promises of not hurting her to convince her to give up her virginity to him. He would be as brutal as the men who had taken the women from her village. He would force her to give herself to him and then throw her away when he had finished with her, or else share her with the other soldiers in his camp.

At that thought, Daphne shivered. No, she did not want to be a common whore. Her dignity was all that she had left; she could not let it crumble at the face of this predicament.

She looked at the candle when the vigorous dance once again started. Daphne hated the dark, but she knew very well that the guards would think she was trying to escape if she made a move to the entrance of the tent, and no amount of explanation would make them understand.

Feeling defeated, Daphne crawled to the bed, covering herself with the blanket just as the light finally died out. As darkness embraced her, Daphne hugged her knees to her chest. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep, but instead, memories of the past few hours crept into her mind.

Daphne moaned as she remembered the way Leander had held her as they were travelling to the camp, the way he teased her by stroking her breast, promising her more pleasure tonight.

Tonight! Daphne balled up, burying her face on her knees. Leander stayed true to his words. He showed her pleasure like she had never known before. Even now, Daphne could feel his hands stroking her body, warming her in an odd way. She could feel his mouth, hot and wet, trailing across her skin, sending tingles down her spine, sending fire through her blood stream, concentrating on her crotch, building and building...

Hot tears flowed from Daphne's eyes as she caught herself thinking back on that brief episode earlier. Why was her body reacting even to the memories of his touch, of his kiss? Even without touching it, Daphne knew that she was already wet -- down there where Leander had used his mouth and finger to tease her to an orgasm.

Frustrated at herself, Daphne tossed around on the bed, for once grateful that her only companion was darkness. It irked her to realize that she longed for his touch, for the pleasure he could give. She wiped her tears away angrily.

'How could you?' she chided herself. 'How could you, how could you, how could you? Enjoy his touch? Long for it? Wish that you never stopped him? What is wrong with you?'

Restless, she sat up on the bed, tears of frustration once stinging her eyes. Daphne bit at her lower lip, drawing blood, in order to drive away those tears.

"Stupid, stupid girl!" she whispered, covering her face with her hands. "Why? How?"

As she sat there, she could not deny the ache she was feeling on her cunt. She gingerly touched it, quickly drawing back her hand when she felt her own wetness. He caused this -- thoughts of him caused this. Daphne's face burned in shame.

With a shaky sigh, she dropped herself to bed again, staring up and seeing nothing but darkness. She was convinced that she was losing her mind, telling herself that she could not want him -- not this way. She was not allowed to. He was the general who destroyed everything that she loved, took away everything that she had; she could not give in to her own desire for him.

With this conviction in mind, Daphne closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady her nerves. She would deny herself, and in doing so deny him. She would resist him until he gets tired of seducing her, until he lets her go.

Sounds of horses' hooves came close to the tent. Daphne's eyes flew open.

'No, don't come back,' she prayed. 'Not right now. Not when I am feeling like this. Please, no...'

But she heard his voice outside, talking quietly to the guards, asking if she attempted to escape. No, they answered; Daphne had been a good girl. She was inside the tent, perhaps already sleeping. Leander thanked them and dismiss them for the night.

Daphne closed her eyes when she heard the rustle as the flap of the tent was moved aside. the mere knowledge that he was already back made her body tingle with anticipation. Daphne cursed herself; she should not react like this.

She heard him moving around the tent, perhaps searching for something. Daphne slightly opened an eye when she heard a match being lit. Sure enough, Leander was lighting a candle, for Daphne saw flickering light after a while. She closed her eyes again when she heard his footsteps nearing her side of the bed, for there was where he would put the candle. Daphne felt the back of his hand gently caressing her cheek, and she gently congratulated herself when she did not shiver.

A few moments later, she heard the chink of his armour as it was removed. Daphne's breath caught in her throat. Was he undressing? Would he slip beside her naked? To her frustration, the ache in her cunt started again, this time more intense.

The bed moved as Leander slipped beside her, and Daphne was glad that she was lying with her back on him. She did not want to be tempted to open her eyes just to check if he was naked.

However, she was unprepared when Leander brushed her locks away from her neck and kissed it.

An electric shock seemed to travel from her head to toe. Just the touch of his lips on her skin sent her juices flowing. Daphne wanted to hit herself for all the reactions she was showing. And as if to add insult to injury, Leander gently licked at her exposed skin.

"I hope it was me you were thinking about," he whispered on her ear as one of his hands gently squeezed Daphne's breast.

'What?' her mind screamed. 'How did he know?'

As answer to her silent question, Leander continued, "No sleeping woman ever gets excited by a mere brush of her cheeks." He pinched her nipples. "Your little buds here reveal more than you thought they do."

Leander moved closer, kissing her neck again as his hand moved from her breast to her pussy. He groaned when he felt her wetness.

"Turn around and face me, Daphne," he whispered. "You cannot deny your own arousal. It was me you were thinking about, wasn't it, my sweet?"

Daphne was too afraid to move, too embarrassed to speak. She only cursed herself in her head, saying over and over that this could not be -- must not be.

"I said turn around and face me."

Leander's tone had somewhat sharpened, alarming her. She slowly turned to face him, and had barely time to register his nakedness before his mouth was assaulting hers, his tongue demanding entrance. Daphne parted her lips to grant it. Unprepared for the desire that swept through her body as a result of that kiss, she groaned.

The general moved on top of her, pinning her down on the bed. He continued his ravaging kiss while a hand caressed her breast as the other explored her sex. Coated with her juices, his fingers started teasing her bud of pleasure. Every stroke sent Daphne closer and closer to that peak she reached only one time before, but before she could reach it again, Leander would stop, waiting for her pleasure to subside temporarily before teasing her again.

"My sweet little Daphne," Leander groaned as he started licking her earlobe.

Daphne groaned upon hearing her name tumbling from his lips. She reached for him, revelling at the touch of his body. She tilted her head in order to give him better access to her smooth neck.

At that moment, the logical, resisting part of her brain kicked in. Would she really give in to his seduction? Was she willing to lose everything?

No. No, no, no. It was enough that Leander Van Halen had taken her village; she would keep her virtue, her dignity, to herself.

She tried to pull away. This could not continue. She was not willing to be his whore. She was not ready to give him the last thing she had. She was not afraid of the pain anymore; she was only afraid of him -- of him taking everything away.

"Please," she gasped, turning her head away when Leander tried to capture her mouth again. "Please, let me go. Let me go..."

"I will not hurt you, Daphne, my love," Leander cooed, moving his mouth to Daphne's breasts. "I will never hurt you."

She wanted to believe him, only because she wanted him. She wanted to taste the pleasure he would so willingly give. But she was not prepared for what that would require of her in return. She had to find a way out of here, away from this man. He would drive her to a place of bliss one moment, and then what? A lifetime of humiliation afterward?

No, this could not go on.

"Please, Leander, please..." she begged, her voice thick with the tears she dared not shed.

Perhaps it was the sound of his name from her lips that made Leander stop what his hands were doing. "Daphne..."

For a while, Daphne did not want to look at his face. She was too scared of what she would see there. She still had not forgotten how he had looked at her when she stopped him earlier.

A part of her was screaming, begging for more of Leander's touch, begging for the highest form of pleasure that he could provide. She knew it was self-torture to deny herself that, but she was still afraid of giving in, of sharing that part of herself with anybody -- especially this man.

"You want me, Daphne," Leander said softly, gently brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. He traced her lips with his fingers that were still coated with her own cream. "You want me, sweet one."

Daphne shook her head, closing her eyes, trying to fight off the flaming desire that she still felt. The taste of herself on his fingers did not help her cause.

"Look at me, Daphne," Leander coaxed, gently moving her head so that she could stare right into his eyes when she opens her eyes. "Open your eyes."

It was futile to resist; she knew that. Daphne obeyed him, meeting his gaze, just to see the hunger projected in his eyes, the desire to make her his so apparent that it almost took her breath away. Could he really want her that much?

"Do you really want me to let you go?" he asked. "Can you deny yourself the pleasure that awaits you here?"

She swallowed, not really knowing what she was thinking anymore. Her body was aching for him, begging for him; only her mind was fighting his advances. What for again? She could not even remember as she looked into his eyes.

"Daphne." Leander kissed her lips again, gently this time, as his hands started caressing her body again. "I'll strike a deal with you. Let me taste your sex one more time. After that, stop me before I take you. If you can do that, I promise to hold back my lust and let you go. I will release you and let everybody in the camp know that nobody is to touch you, that you are free to stay here as a free woman or leave anytime you so wish to." He waited until she has nodded before adding, "But if you fail, Daphne, you are mine. Forever. Do you understand?"

Daphne closed her eyes, nodding again. It felt as though she had just struck a deal with the devil himself, but it was her only chance to be left alone by him. She knew he would torment her with his seduction until she gives in; this was her one shot at being rid of him.

"I understand," she answered. "If I am able to resist you before you take me, I am free. If not, I am yours, forever."

As Leander started kissing her mouth again, Daphne prayed to every god she has ever heard of, that this insane deal would end in her favour.

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lovebird1805lovebird1805about 9 years ago

In exchange of freedom. .. yah I hope she will be good enough to reject his sexsual torment. ..

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago
It's Wonderful!

Very well done.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago
Slight disapointment

Not quite at the opening standard. You have created a measuring rod

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
Poppy Cock!

And yet one wonders why so many of us have dead beat romances. Use your imagination and dare to admit that you would love to experience this yourself. Leave the writer alone and go get yourself a Daphne or a Leander!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 14 years ago
Keep it up!

In response to a certain negative comment below: these are fiction, it's not meant to reflect real life and so if you're seriously offended by it, I'd suggest that you go elsewhere. Being an adult-literature you're supposed to be able to differentiate between.

To the author: I love this story!! Chapter 2 is a tease...but it's GOOD!! Thank you for writing and I hope everything's okay with your personal life!

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