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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 (3)

By: KlebKat

Beta: I need a Beta

Paring: Lotor/Nanny

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Unusual coupling, AU, OOCness, semi-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 felt lips upon hers, her fingers tugging at the rich fabric of Lotor’s jacket, his fingers slipping into her hair, running through the semi dry, tangled locks. “You’re beautiful when you’re afraid,” he announced after parting.

A sound had begun to rise in the stillness of their kiss, and Lotor found himself smiling. “What’s that?”

“That would be my fathers party. In a matter of hours, Arus will fall, I will have married Allura, and the guests will of had their fun with the parties accessories.”

Oh, how comforting, Nanny’s mind thought sarcastically. So if Allura would be his Queen, what would she be? A mistress? Nanny doubted that anyone on Doom would care about that, and if they did, they would be silenced. Permanently. Then her mind drifted to the final statement. The parties accessories? No, he couldn’t mean...

She gasped and a chuckle met her ear, gentle kisses caressing her cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re not an accessory.”

A hand cupped her ass, and she found that their pelvis’ were being grinded together. Lotor, it seemed, was not just going to treat her to a fancy set up and dinner. “Ah, please,” she found herself pleading, “not this close!”

Nanny’s face was forced to meet Lotor’s, anger clear as day on his face. “I do what I want with you, you’re mine now.”

Tears began to form in her brown eyes again, fear, adrenalin, and anxiety building up with other emotions, her words coming out in a whisper, “Let me go....”

She found her back being pressed against something hard, loud clinks and clanks echoing throughout the room at a deafening rate. Lotor kissed her hard, and she felt his gloved hands run up the backsides of her legs, taking them up until they rested on his hips and she had to use her hands to support her weight against the table. He stood between her thighs, his eagerness pressing against her lower half.

Lotor broke the kiss, his white hair spilling over his shoulders onto Nanny’s chest and the table, his black cape hiding the evidence of his want as it billowed around them, golden eyes piercing into hers. “I will not let you go,” his hand went to her panties, furiously yanking at the white cotton to come off.

“No!” She tried to fight back and he pushed her down until she laid flat on the cleared part of the table, her long, brown hair fanned out like wings, running over the tables edges and onto the floor.

Crack!

Lotor’s hand went to his face, his lips parted in surprise. “You...you slapped me!” Nanny rolled over on her side, scrambling to get off of the table. Stumbling, she ran to the door, all thought dead in her mind save get out repeating in her brain. She pulled on the handles franticly, and started screaming and pounding on the door when it did not open.

“No one can hear you.”

Nanny collapsed against the door, sobbing. “Why? Why me?”

“I want you,” Nanny looked to Lotor, his head thrown back over his shoulder to stare at her, “that’s why enough.”

“No...” the servant slid down to the floor, uncontrollable sobs leaving her throat.

Lotor was by her side in seconds, knelling down and taking her in his arms. He placed quick kisses on her forehead, speaking to her softly and rubbing her back in gentle circles. “You’re so beautiful tonight, Mary.” Another kiss, this time on her cheek, “more beautiful than any angel.”

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Lotor hated to kill any more servants, but he would be damned should he allow Nanny to do it herself. Hugging her shoulders to his hip as he stood and she sat on the bed, one slave hurriedly picked up the broken glass and plates, the food being swept out of the room by another. I don’t think Father will notice two more missing.

He left Nanny’s side as the two women left, shutting the door behind him. He needed to do this quickly and then get back to her before she tried to get out of the room again. As Lotor was lost in thought, the slaves fallowed him to the end of the hall.

The Prince’s thoughts turned to those two servants, and he found himself disgusted. One was black haired, of some serpentine race dressed in red, the other some woodland like beast with brown fur. Mindless pets to serve the master obediently in return for food and safety.

Lotor was notorious in the Drule Empire for his harem, but he was growing tired of them. The women had lost the spark that he had wanted to see daily in them. But with each beating, with each rape, they had lost it, and he was left unsatisfied no matter how he took them.

Finally, the three reached a door and Lotor shoved the doors open what he could, golden yellow light spilling out into the darkness of the hall. Lotor gave the command and both women took their places in front of the opened door as he stepped to the side.

The room was filled with Drule men, some clothed or in armor, others half or completely naked, but all in cots or near one. Each looked to the ladies, cat calls and sly, evil smiles finding a way onto their unpleasant faces. A few moved toward them.

“Hu?“ The one in red said, the other girls head tilting in puzzlement.

Lotor shoved the servants into the room and then grasped the handles, pulling the door slightly to himself. “Boys, these are gifts for your service to the Empire, courtesy of your king.“

Wicked laughter echoed throughout the camber, and both women turned to face Lotor. The first woman began to sob, screaming “No, no!” The men, guards and soldiers of Doom, began to advance on the defenseless women, and the first servant lunged at the prince, falling to her knees, begging. “NO, NO, NO! PLEASE, MY LORD! SAVE ME! DON’T ABANDON ME HERE!” In her pitiful state, she latched onto Lotor’s waist, “GOD, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE!”

Lotor kicked her back into the room, the woman falling ungracefully on her ass, and began to close the doors. “Have fun,” he chuckled.

“SONOVABITCH!” The one dressed in red yelled in furry, anger twisting her features into homely scales. In her rage, she threw the broken glass and plates she carried at Lotor, missing and shattering on the door as it finally closed completely, the sobbing woman in yellow scrambling to her feet with her arms out stretched to plead again with Lotor.
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