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My Goddess	By : KlebKat Category: +S to Z > Voltron Views: 5086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: My Goddess (2)

By: KlebKat

Beta: No Beta

Paring: Lotor/Nanny

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Unusual coupling, AU, OOCness, Simi-noncon.

Summery: During a night on Arus, Doom launches a surprise attack on the Castle of Lions and succeeds in infiltrating it, capturing hostages and one hostage in particular for an even more peculiar reason.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Voltron, WEP does. <..> I really wanted to own Lotor...

A/N: I’m assuming that Nanny showed up shortly after Lotor as I haven‘t seen the series for some time now. So if I’m wrong, I’m sorry. Also, I don’t remember if Nanny had long or short hair, so I decided to make it long.

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Nanny awoke to the sound of faint voices, realizing as she strained her hearing that it was cheering. After a moment of blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she shivered, not wanting to believe that she was anywhere near those games and death trials.

She picked up the wonderful sent of sugar and a few other foods that her mind remembered but could not place. Fallowing her nose, Nanny gawked at the feast on the table that she knew was not there when she had first woken. She stood, slowly walking to the table to view the contents. Her mouth watered, not even Arus had such delicious looking food!

She pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. “Oh, this all looks just so yummy!” She exclaimed childlike, hungry from lack of food and now that she thought about it, it must be pretty late in the day.

Nanny’s excitement faltered and she stopped her hand as it moved to pick up a small bowl of foreign cuisine and a fork. In an instant she knew where she was and now the obvious pampering was starting to spook her. Who would go to all this trouble for her? She sure was not deserving of this lavish setup. And to even think that one of the Doom nobles was interested in her--

Where had that thought come from? No, that was not it. Maybe Allura wanted to see her. Lotor surely would honor the wishes of someone he lusted after. The last dinner I’ll ever have with a woman that I’ve practically raised by hand with Coran. Nanny began to sob into her hands. This was bad, very bad.

She let her hands go to her throat in a nervous gesture, trailing down her exposed skin till her hand went further down than it should have. With a “hu” Nanny looked down at herself, seeing that more than three buttons had been undone. I didn’t do that...

She pulled her clothes together, buttoning her dress back the way it was when she had arrived as fast as possible, jumping as a faint scream reached her ears. I’ve got to get out of this loony bin, she told herself, shivering at how cold she felt.

Something wrapped around Nanny’s shoulders and then crossed across her belly. Warm lips pressed against her exposed neck, kissing the spine. “Why are you crying?” asked a lukewarm voice, hot breath lightly tickling her ear. “Is it because you’re happy?”

A black gloved hand tightly grasped her jaw, forcing her head to lean back onto the others shoulder as the stranger nibbled at the skin on her neck. “Ah!” she breathed, trying to see whom this person was. As the man licked her jugular, she saw a blurry glimpse of blue, gold, and white, but mostly white. “Lotor?”

A satisfied chuckle left his chest and the dark face of the Drule Prince came into her sight, wearing a smile most unkind. “Very good, Mary.” Nanny’s eyes widen, and another chuckle, “Yes, I know your real name, Mary Anne, but how is for me to keep secret.”

Nanny felt Lotor’s grip loosen around her jaw and she bolted away, not thinking, just going.

Once a comfortable distance from the prince, she took in his attire. Lotor--a blueish version of a Dark Elf--was dressed in the usual Drule garb, but it was his royal outfit, not his standard uniform. It consisted of him wearing long, black gloves that stopped at his elbows, skull and bone jewelry on each of his wrists. He wore his trademark skull belt with a long black sash-kilt that nearly touched the floor, his glistening black boots stopping at his knees. His long white hair was brushed back from his shoulders and a golden circlet adorned his head, showing his true Drule authority in regarding his Royal heritage.

For the first time, Nanny considered running out the door, she may be able to escape. Yeah, if guards aren’t guarding the door or if it isn’t locked. But all this thought ran through her mind at a breakneck pace that seemed too slow for Nanny.

“What’s wrong, Mary,” Lotor stood up straight, “do you not like my hospitality?”

Dumbly, Nanny nodded towards the food. “Mine?”

“Yes, the blood dress and jewelry on the bed...you can even take a bath if you want.”

Blood dress? That door looked even better to Nanny now than it did a seconded ago. “You can’t escape,” Lotor cooed as if he had read her mind, his eyes flashing yellow. “Should you even try to flee, I will execute a Voltron member.“

Allura...that meant Allura’s life was at stake, but he would probably never kill her. But Prince Lotor of the Third Kingdom of the Drule Empire would kill Keith and Lance for sure, then Hunk and Pidge. Could she do that, risk their lives for home, country, and leader?

Nanny suppressed a shiver of fear and turned her attention to the floor, unable to do much else. She was not a fighter, which is why she went and hid in the mountains with the other.

She was barely aware that Lotor had walked up to her, using his thumb to stroke away the tears that still stained her face. “Good, I’ll give you one hour to bathe and dress, then I’ll return to dine with you.”

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Nanny felt ill and relaxed as she leaned back in the huge bathtub, an unfamiliar sent floating up from the bubble water that she had made for herself. Nanny lifted her arms up slightly to let perfumed water wash over her shoulders and breasts. The pouf that she had used was left discarded to moved around in a lazy pattern between her bare, shaved legs.

It’s Lotor, god, it’s Lotor! She undid her hair from the bands that kept it up and out of the way, letting it fall into the warm liquid and slid back just enough to have her ears under the surface. Nanny ran her fingers through the dark locks of brown, wetting it down to shampoo. Should I be doing this? What he commands of me? Oh, what does he want with me? Nanny felt another shiver rise within her. Ok, that’s a stupid question. Lotor made it perfectly clear what he, eh, wants.

The forty two year old woman did not know how to feel, this was sick, and Lotor was a sick individual, but it was also--

She did not want to admit it, but it was...exciting. Maybe it was the fan girl in her that knew someone wanted her in such a passionate way. All women wanted someone who was absolutely devoted to them, but not like a stalker. And that is what Lotor was, what he does. Day in, day out, 24/7. An obsessor.

Maybe this was a type of torture, something he planed to do to the Voltron Force. Seduce her and the others; make it seem like everyone had turned against the others. Oh, by Heaven, she was letting her mind runaway and she needed to come back down to earth.

Nanny inhaled deeply then submerged herself in the hot water, tightening her eyes so she could limit the soap that would leak in.

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Blood dress, now she remembered. The Doomain’s did not have a word that could really mean “red”, so the closest word was “blood”. So the dress was simply a dark shade of red, not literally dipped into blood. That bit of knowledge made Nanny fell better about what Lotor had said when she learned of him, but now she had to wear it and for Nanny, it would probably make her look pregnant.

But she put it on and was surprised at how light it was, and she loved how it twirled around her, fallowing behind almost like a queen’s wedding tail. Tons of gold jewelry was left for her to wear on her arms, wrists, and fingers, and she assumed that she was required to wear all of it.

Nanny moved her arms up and down; watching all the gold sparkle, she never really wore anything unless it had long sleeves because of her size. She made a mental note that the only thing that seemed to be missing was a necklace.

“Stunning,” came Lotor’s voice as he walked up to her from somewhere behind. Resting his form on her back, his hands found her waist easily in the drop stile of the dress, breathing in her clean smell as he kissed her shoulder. “Your skin is still damp; it makes you fresh.”

The bigger woman let out a whimper, the Doom Prince running his hands up to her shoulders and down her arms then wrapped around her again, almost in a loving manner. “I hope you like what I brought you.” Then he added, “I’m not sure if it will be in your taste though.”

Lotor took Nanny’s hand and lead her to the table. Pulling out a chair, he motioned for her to sit down.

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After forcing herself to eat several things in his presents, Nanny wiped her mouth and sat her plate aside. I was so hungry, but Lotor shows up and I’m lucky that I can even stomach sipping wine.

Lotor had to repeat himself before Nanny heard him, “Do you know how to dance?”

Nanny opened her mouth to answer, her lips and voice trembling. “I-I had to help the dance instructor teach Allu-ura. S-so I learned too.” Her hands came together at her chest, one over the other, rubbing her knuckles nervously.

The Prince stood, walking casually to Nanny’s side, “What do you know?”

“Wa-what do you...have in mind?” Nanny asked as she stood up quickly out of fear, the chair legs making a hideous noise as they scraped against the hard floor.

The Prince stepped in front of her, taking a wrist in each hand. “How about we start out with a waltz? A simple diamond pattern.” He tugged her hands into standard formation for couple dancing, and for an instance, Nanny could not figure out what was going on as he stepped closer to her. He led in the direction of his right, but she could not move. “Is something wrong? Do you not like waltzes? Or maybe it’s me.” He said the last part with malice, strengthening his grip where he held her.

Nanny gulped, unsure of what to say. She looked up at Lotor, whose face was almost level with hers, and it was quite obvious to them both that she was shaking.
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