From: "Vasaris, the Fuzzy Dragon" <vasaris@az.com>

(rated R/NC-17 for sexual situations.  Haedin was displeased with someone's
behavior, what can I say?)

[Haedin]

"Come, my dear.  You will need to prepare yourself."

Haedin Meradh held a hand out to his tool, his expression showing nothing
but sincere shock and upset, though his dark eyes laughed down at Coneta's
stunned expression.

"I... I..."

"Please, Lady Lothar, allow me to assist you.  Your husband was a good
friend, and it is my duty to come to your aid at this time."

She stared up at him, blinking in surprise.

"I... thank you, my Lord."

"Will you allow me to escort you to your rooms, my dear?"

She leaned into him, though he knew she wanted to rebel from his touch.  He
placed an arm around her, treating her as though she were made of spun
glass, and made his way toward his suite.

"What are you doing?" Coneta hissed.  "My husband is dead!  And Gerard!"

"Indeed, this is so...  Uheni, my good man -- Lady Lothar is most
distressed.  I am taking her to my suite.  So much less distressing than the
rooms that she shared with her husband."

Though he placed no particular stress on the word shared, Coneta stiffened,
and Uheni's eyebrows rose a miniscule fraction.  "I will inform her page.
Lady Lothar, I realize that this is most terrible for you, but we will need
you in Council this day.  Will you be able to be there?"

"I... yes.  Of course."

"I will see to it that she is there, Lord Uheni.  Please tell my sister that
her handling of the situation was all that anyone could have wished for."
He gave his sister's majordomo a vulpine smile, and then proceeded to guide
his newest tool toward his suite.

"What is going on!" his little toy demanded as they entered his rooms.
Haedin did not reply, taking a seat and observing her agitated pacing.
"This is madness!  My husband is dead, you fool!  The estate will pass
completely out of my hands."

"Pet.  Calm down."  His voice held a smooth authority he knew she had not
heard in what appeared to be far too long.

Coneta's head snapped up, blue eyes going wide.  "My lord Hae--"

"Disrobe."

"What?"

"I think you forget who is in charge here, pet."  He smiled softly, almost
gently.  "Disrobe.  Now."

"No."

"Ah... how delightful.  My rebellious pet is back.  I shall so enjoy
breaking you again.  No monies, no jewels, no nothing... they're all
entailed, aren't they pet?  No power, no nothing -- unless I set it
right..."  Dark eyes gleamed.  "Your little girl has a son now, having
turned whore on her own.  Has impressed a queen, or so I hear.  Young
creatures are so fragile...  I wonder what little Lecia would do, without
her child, without her dragon..."

"You wouldn't..."

"My dear toy, nothing scares me.  I'm more than willing to let Lotherra go
to your brother-in-law and his wife.  He has an heir and it will bring
stability to that region.  Give me a reason, pet.  Why should I give
Lotherra to you?"

"My lord..."  Blue eyes caught his and he admired the way they shimmered
with shame and despair.  Her hands moved to her dress, somewhat awkwardly,
divesting herself of the formalwear that held her.

"Yes, that *is* what I am.  You may no longer answer to your husband, but
you will always answer to me."  She began to move toward him, and he shook
his head.  "Have you earned a reward with your behavior, dearest pet?"

Shaking her head, Coneta stopped.

"Kneel."

She obeyed.

"Not like that, legs open, Coneta.  Offer yourself..."  She flushed,
spreading her thighs and leaning back slightly, thrusting her breasts into
prominence.  Haedin smiled.  "Yes, that's better.  Hmmm.  Like that do you?"

"No!"

"Liar.  I can see what you want.  Smell it.  You want me to touch you, don't
you little pet?"  Dark tresses began to tumble from their assigned loops and
whorls, and she moaned slightly.  "Tevran is good, isn't he?  Sweet and
gentle, except when you want it a little rough...  But he can't give you
this, can he?"  Haedin stood and walked over to her, walking around her in a
tight circle.  "What do you want, pet?  Power or pleasure?"

"Perhaps I should simply take you to Daorith, train you as a body servant
for the lords that serve me.  You'd have a never-ending supply of men, pet,
ready to ride you, fill you, maybe even bring you off.  Tevran's cock, when
you've been especially good.  Mine, whenever I choose to give you a real
reward.  Maybe I should just leave Lotherra to Darril.  He's a nice enough
boy, unfortunately devoted to my sister, but the loss of Lotherra in council
is of no great import to me.  Perhaps it would be better that way..."

"My lord, please..."

"Please what?  What do you want, pet?"

"Wha-- Whatever you choose to give me, my lord."

"Calculating little thing, aren't you?  Certain that once you're away from
me, things will be what you want?  I think not, pet.  Anlon!"

His pet's pet came through the side door, carrying a bundle of black and
beads, laying it carefully to one side once the boy saw the woman kneeling
on the floor.

"My lord?"  He didn't spare anything more than that single glance for the
toy, and Haedin smiled slightly.

"Hands and knees, pet."

"What--"

"Now, or I swear that Lecia's son will be dead within a week."

His pet complied.

"Lovely, isn't she, Anlon."

The boy turned to look at her, biting his lip slightly, his breathing
suddenly spiking.

"Do you want her?"

"Y-yes.  She is...  wonderful."

"Then take her.  She is here for your pleasure for the next hour."

"My lord?"

"Your service has been exemplary, and you are deserving of a reward...  But
Anlon...  Remember... she is your whore, you are not hers.  It is not your
responsibility now -- or ever -- to see to her pleasure.  Do you
understand?"  The boy's eyes darkened, and Haedin watched as, indeed, the
young -- man -- availed himself of her body, and was impressed by the
servant's creativity.

When Anlon was finished, Haedin sent the lad to run Coneta a bath. She lay,
breathing heavily and slick with her servant's leavings, taut with
unsatisfied desire.  Haedin laughed as she stared up at him in misery.

"You may come now, pet."

And she did, with no other touch than the vibration of his voice.

"Never underestimate me, pet.  Anlon will wash you and dress your hair...
And I suppose you will simply have to wait and see what I will do in
Council."  He smiled sweetly.  "Had you had a little faith, pet, I would
have told you, but now...  I'll let you think on it...  Will you be a Lady
or will you be one of my whores?"

Haedin walked out, and leaving her on the cold stone floor.

-----
NRPG --

I will do more with the council as soon as everyone at the Warren Proper is
through to morning.

Respectfully submitted,
Jill E. Flansburg
Haedin Meradh, Lord of Daorith Pass
Xylian Warren
DragonLands

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