Treasures

~*Treasures*~
A Les Bijoux fan fiction
By: My Valentine

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She was finally mine.

I had searched the world for her, my elusive dark-skinned fairy. The days were spent in the arid sandy deserts or in the humid leafy jungles, my men scouring every town for even a whisper of my jewel having passed through. She was not easily mistakable.

The sleepless nights were spent in the darkness of my tent, whether the moon shone through or the rain dripped down the sides, dreaming of conquering her smaller, darker body with my own. Her brown silky hair splayed across my pillows. The sweet treasure of her mouth opening under my insistence. Her slender fingers clutching my back as I thrust into her again and again. Ah, my jewel, how I have longed for you.

But even after all of these fantasies were blown away like so much sand on a hot desert wind, they always parted to reveal her image seared before me, memories of her previous stays with me. Once was the time I stumbled upon her locked away in my dungeon, shyly trying to hide her slender form from my surprised and wandering eyes. I had been careless during our first fortunate meeting to leave her merely under the watch of my jujus. She was clearly so far superior to a mere harlot, those witless whores proved even less likely to contain her than the solid walls of my winter fortress. She had run away, but I easily found her again and kept her under a closer guard. The second time, I afforded no mistakes. I attempted to keep her with me by impressing her with my wealth and extravagant gifts. I filled her belly with the most expensive wines and delicacies in the land. I clothed her body in luxurious cloths from every corner of the earth – my jewel was to be given only the finest. But her attitude towards me had been wary and distracted, like that of a caged animal that bit not the hand that fed it yet longing, indeed yearning, to taste freedom once more.

I remember the night I came into her room to confront her distraction with exceptional clarity. Ah, yes, she had been naked under that thin silk sheet that separated her dark body from the warm night air that hummed with the music of crickets. She had been surprised to see me, her ocean blue eyes widening in surprise. I had approached her bedside slowly, cautiously, distracting her with my words then pinning her to the bed with my weight before she could jump out. I remember lowering my chin to her ear so I could tempt her senses with my warm caressing breath and heated words. Her body, so warm, so supple, was still beneath mine save for her shallow and quickened breathing, perhaps in anticipation of my love or perhaps in fear that her slightest move or graze of her skin against mine would send me into a frenzy. Silly creature. But oh, those exquisite curves! The gentle slope of her breasts! The sway of her hip, taut under the silk! The feel of her beneath me had nearly driven me wild with desire, but I held it in check until the night when she would be wild with desire for myself alone. And then I would let her have me, all of me and every inch of me with every single thrust.

But my plan had not gone as well as I had hoped. I awoke the next morning to find her silk bed empty, her room unoccupied, and the woman, the creature I so desired, entirely gone. The next several weeks and months had been a search, a careful and thorough scour for the dark-skinned Spar who had so ensnared the senses of this Habit.

And now here she was before me.

In a remote jungle village my men had finally received a tip that a woman of just her unusual description had passed through just the day before. After so many weeks without a single tip, traveling by stale information and rumor, I had finally been given a wealth of information on her exact looks, what she had purchased, what direction she was heading. By nightfall she had been discovered, sleeping on the bare jungle ground next to a circle of smoldering embers.

Huddled up and sleeping on the very dirt and leaves when I had offered her a full bed, silk sheets, and this healthy body to warm it! There were scores of women who would murder for such a chance, and yet she rejected her very fortune! Insolent woman, I will teach her to appreciate the finery I offer her.

My men had forced her from her sleep and dragged her, biting and screaming, to my tent. There I sat upon my jeweled chair, eating from a plate of olives as my men dragged her through the door and held her before me. Her tanned cheeks were flush with frustration, her blue eyes positively blazing with it even as her arms were wrenched behind her back. She was truly exquisite.

I had tried to hide my true desire as I let my gaze wander over her form that was revealed to me by her dirty and tattered dress. I half closed my eyes with impassiveness, commanding them to chain her wrists and ankles even as I dropped another olive into my mouth. Once done, they were dismissed and I rose to circle her proud, heavily-breathing form.

Ah, finally my dark-skinned fairy was mine.

From my height I took in every angle of her that I could. The strong cheekbones of her tilted face, her luscious auburn hair curling down her back, the swell of her shapely buttocks, and muscular slope of her thighs.

“Ah, my jewel,” I said finally, taking her delicate chin between my fingers, She tried to wrench her head away but I tightened my grip, holding it firmly and painfully in place. The warm breath from her nose trickled over my fingertips. “I have searched the world over for you. Surely you must know or you would not have run so.”

She was silent, her deep blue eyes cast elsewhere, anywhere but at my own. Those turquoise eyes that were so unusual in so brown a creature. The handsome contours of her face flickered in the firelight, her full pink lips wet with the nervous licking of her own tongue. Soon, oh so soon, they would be mine to lick and suck with as much fervor as I pleased. Of course, they already were, but patience was sure to be a virtue if I could just convince her to accept me.

“Why do you refuse me?” I wondered, running my fingers further up her strong jaw to the curve of her face and burying my fingers in her smooth hair. “I’m a healthy lover, an able provider, a powerful leader… and yet you have twice denied me.”

She still said nothing. Her silence disturbed me somehow.

“Come now, my dark-skinned fairy. Do not leave your lover in wait. Why have you denied me so long? Do you not desire me also?”

Her blue eyes were looking at me now. Ah, those blue eyes that rippled with all the waves of an ocean and their secrets every bit as hidden beneath the dark roaming waters.

I turned her chin so she could look at the large bed heavily positioned at the far side of the spacious tent.

“I have no qualms with tying you to those bedposts of mine,” I breathed hotly into the umber shell of her ear that dangled with golden hoops, watching a shiver ripple down the elegant sweep of her spine, “But I would rather you come to me willingly. Tell me, my jewel, which it will be.”

It was then that the blossom of her lips parted and she spoke, drawing herself up so regally and proud despite her chains that a surge of respect swelled within me.

“I will not be one of your jujus.”