Sacrificial Lamb

Author\'s Notes: I wrote this in 2 hours back at the end of October to celebrate the marvelous National Protection from Porn Week (http://shock-awe.info/archive/000967.php).

In the words of Bugs Bunny: \"Ain\'t I a stinker?\" ^_^

Now, the disclaimers:

This inon-non-consensual Valgaav/Filia fanfic. If that\'s not your thing, well, you got here all by yourself, you can lead your li sel self out with that nifty \"Back\" button, so quicherbitchin. And yes, this has sex. The rating is \"NC-17\", the warnings include the word \"rape\". Nowhere does it say it\'s a warm, fuzzy little tale set in Happy Innocent Childhood Gumdrops Land. Don\'t look so shocked.

Slayers - not mine. I don\'t make money off them. The joy of tormenting the characters at the whim of my muse is payment enough.

Archival Rights: Anyone with blanket permission can grab this (or ask me for an HTML copy). Everyone else: ask.

SACRIFICIAL LAMB
-an alternate twist to TRY episode 14.

by Zanne Chaos

Valgaav grinned darkly as he concentrated on the Gorun Nova, hovering it across the levitated pillar to its slot. As the blade slid into its assigned orb, the gateway surged to life, beginning its preliminary activation sequence. Blue lights and red lit up the engravings, mechanisms spun and locked into place. All that was needed to finalize the sequence and open the gateway to allow Darkstar into the world was the lance he still held in his taloned, draconic hand.

A form shimmernto nto visibility near the edge of the pillar, and he smirked in bitter amusement as he recognized the flowing, golden tresses, and the billowing white cape and pink dress. It was the little dragon priestess. So she came out to play, did she? He was surprised she\'d left the side of that wounded Mazoku long enough to bother him.

***

Filia drew in a quick deep breath. She was here now, and so was he. It wouldn\'t do her any good to chicken out, to turn, to flee...even if for a moment, those seemed to be good ideas. What was she thinking, coming up here?

\"My name is Filia Ul Copt,\" she announced, projecting a level of courage she didn\'t quite feel, trying to make herself feel it. \"Daughter of High Priest Bazaard Ul Copt, and priestess of the first Holy Order.\"

He smiled, but it was a dark, mocking smile. \"Ah. You\'re quite an important person, aren\'t you?\" His tone was soft, and sarcastic in its gentleness. The gleam in his eyes made her almost reconsider her idea. But if she ran, all hope would be lost. She still had a chance.

\"In the name of Valla Bazaard, the Fire Dragon King, I pass down judgement upon you!\" she shouted, pointing at him, and praying inwardly that her hand wouldn\'t tremble, that he wouldn\'t see through the determined front. \"Abandon your mad desires and repent your sins! If you don\'t...!\"

His eyes narrowed slightly. \"If I don\'t?\" A chilling smile curled his lips, and suddenly he was gone, only to reappear in front of her, grabbing her wrist tightly with his good hand. Before Filia could react, he had her hand pinned to her back, pulling her tight against him, forcing her to look up at his face. \"Go on and say it, you naive little girl. What will you do if I don\'t?\"

\"Let...let me go.\" Inwardly, she cursed the tremor in her voice.

\"Where\'s youavadavado now, little priestess?\" he mocked.

Filia realized she still had one hand free, and tried to go for her mace. His other arm, still holding the activated lance, came around her to pin her arm to her side. She was very aware of the lance\'s close proximity as he kept her pinned against his body. In an effort to keep herself from dissolving into pure panic, she focused her attention on him.

A sudden heat flushed her cheeks as she realized how close they were, closer than she\'d ever been to another male. The hardness of his body against hers, the way their two forms molded to the other\'s...

He smirked. \"Not so high and mighty now, are you, little priestess?\" he asked. Before she could respond, his lips covered hers in a harsh, demanding kiss. There was no tenderness to it, just aggression as his lips forced hers apart, the pressure pushing her head back, his arms pulling her tighter against his body.

Filia moaned in protest, and tried to turn her head away. Dimly, over the blood pounding in her ears, she heard a clatter as something fell at her feet. His draconian hand came up and ripped off her headdress. Then he cupped the back of her head, his talons tangled in her hair, keeping her locked in the kiss. When his tongue touched hers, she froze in shock, her thoughts flailing wildly as her cheeks flamed with reddened heat. Before she could even finish processing what was happening, he broke the kiss.

\"What are you...\" Her words trailed off. Filia shuddered and her legs almost buckled as he immediately turned head, ad, and began to nibble at her sensitive ear. It didn\'t hurt -- on the contrary, it felt as if he\'d just melted every bone in her body, and it robbed of her of breath more than the kiss had done.

\"Where\'s your condemnation now, priestess?\" he whispered in her ear. She shivered as his breath tickled her sensitive skin. \"Why aren\'t you saying anything?\"

Filia swallowed hard. \"Let me go,\" she murmured.

\"Why?\"

\"I want you to. I want you to let me go.\"

\"I don\'t think I believe that.\" His sharp teeth nipped her earlobe, almost hard enough to hurt but stopping just shy of being truly painful. \"Tell me again. Tell me how much you want me to let you go, to leave you alone, to stop doing this. And say it like you mean it, priestess. Maybe then I\'ll let you go.\"

Filia closed her eyes and tried ill ill her knees into regaining their previously solid state as his lips moved down her neck. She felt the tip of his tongue tracing her pulse, and her nerves quivered. \"I...I want you to stop, I want you to let me go.\"

\"Really, now?\" he purred.

\"R-really...\"

\"Then why don\'t you sound sure?\"

Filia shuddered as he lightly nipped her neck. \"I want you to stop, I do,\" she whispered, but even as she said it, she wondered if she really did mean it. The world was becoming smaller at an alarming rate, reduced to only him, only the sensations in her nerves, only herse dse drowning out the crackling lightning of the destabilized area.

\"I don\'t think you know what you\'re talking about, little priestess,\" he whispered. \"Just like you don\'t know what you\'re talking about when you defend your oh-so-high-and-mighty race.\"

\"What are you talking about?\"

\"I already told you.\" His tone was harsher now, and his lips returned to hers, forestalling any further protests or questions in a brutal kiss. He released her hands and she tried to push him away even as he slid her skirt up, pulling the mace off her garter, and tossed it aside out of her reach. His tongue invaded her mouth as he gripped her hair, and slid his other hand back up her skirt.

Filia shuddered and clung to him for support at the surprisingly light touch of his fingertips as they moved up her thigh and traced around her garter. He chuckled quietly into the kiss and pulled back.

\"Your words say one thing, priestess.\" His tone was mocking, and from him, her title sounded more like an insult. \"Your body says something else entirely.\"

She blushed furiously and tried to break away from his grip. \"Stop it! Stop touching me!\"

\"Tell me why,\" he said. He kept his hand on her thigh, his fingertips gently stroking higher up to her hip. She bit back a gasp, feeling as if her nerves were on fire. \"Is it only because of all they\'ve taught you? Is it because you\'re worried what they\'ll think ou, ou, because of what you think is proper conduct for a priestess? If you really wanted me to stop, then why do you respond to this?\"

He nipped her sensitive ear once more, and traced his tongue over the location of the bite. Filia choked down a moan. Valgaav said nothing more, but continued the teasing bites and licks, sometimes moviown own to her neck. Filia was dimly aware that at some point she had tilted her head to the side, an action which allowed him better access, but when that had been, she couldn\'t say. His hand was no longer tangled in her hair. Now, one arm was around her waist, her hips pressed firm against his, and his fingertips were higher, stroking just under the edges of her panties.

\"Well, priestess?\" he whispered.

\"Hmm?\"

\"Why do you want me to stop? You never answered.\"

Filia tried to concentrate past the fire in her nerves, the thrumming of her own pulse in her ears, his scent surrounding her, the weakness in her knees. \"I... I want... be- because...\" she stammered quietly, trying to draw her thoughts into coherency. Then all hope of coherent thought fled for good as he slid his hand between her legs, under the fabric, fingers over flesh, touching her. When they slid inside her, her legs refused to support her any longer, and only his arm locked solidly around her waist kept her from outright collapse.

\"Your mouth say one thing, priestess.\" Valgaav withdrew his hand, and brushed his now-wet fingertips over her lips. \"This says something else entirely.\"

She could taste herself, her own arousal, and closed her eyes as she tried to will herself into dissolving away in a puddle of blush. Then he kissed her again, his tongue stroking hers, coaxing her into a response. By the time Filia realized her arms were draped over his shoulders, she couldn\'t even recall when she had done that. She moaned into the kiss as his hand once more slid beneath her dress, beneath her panties, his fingers stroking her, touching her, entering her.

Her knees touched the platform as he lowered her, and she found herself laying back, her head cradled by one arm, his lips still covering hers, locked in a hungry kiss. She felt a tug at her hips, and instinctively raised them, letting him slide her panties off. Then he was over her, moving between her legs, drawing back from the kiss, staring down at her.

She barely registered that it was no longer his fingers that were touching her before he was inside her with one powerful thrust. Her scream was cut off by his mouth over hers, his tongue touching hers, one hand resting against her cheek. He remained still for several moments, and the pain abated as her body began to adapt to the intrusion. When his lips moved away to nibble at her neck and ear, she felt herself responding, pressing to him, against him.

Valgaav withdrew and thrust back into her again, but far more slowly than before. Her breath congealed in her lungs and she dug her nails into his back, clinging to him. Filia opened her eyes, looking up at him, and a ragged moan escaped her lips, a shudder ripping through her at the intensely possessive expression in his eyes. Her nerves felt as if they were burning and re-liquefying with every thrust, dissolving her, reducing everything in existence to mere sensation.

If they or the dias were moving further away, she couldn\'t say. Everything felt heavy and weightless at the same time, and the intensity was unbearable. She clung to him tightly, her body reacting, responding, echoing his motions. Just when she thought she was about to overdose on sensation, just a heartbeat away from being consumed by the hunger in her own nerves, just whee coe could no longer breathe, every thought and concern evaporated from her mind as nothing more than the explosion in her nerves remained.

She felt Valgaav withdraw as she slowly drifted down into awareness from the climax, struggling to regain her ability to breathe normally. Filia didn\'t protest when she felt him pick her up, and didn\'t open her eyes until she heard him speak, until she heard other voices, until she felt him setting her down on the ground.

\"Filia!\" Lina shouted. She glanced up to see the others running down the ramp toward her, and she rolled over, curling up, burying her face against her cloak in mortification.

\"A nice attempt at trying to sidetrack me,\" Valgaav said, hovering up and away from them. \"But it obviously didn\'t work.\" He teleported out of sight.

-fin