Natural Life [NC-17!]

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I own both Koell and Am'naelihn Webber. Again these were characters created for the use of an online RPG called NeverWinter Nights. Kaehlin; I do not own him. An old friend does. This was written by me; but also the player of Kaehlin has written some parts, so all-in-all ... it's a series between these three characters.

AN: Am'naelihn Webber is a half-celestial; her and Kaehlin, who is a Tiefling (demon, in other words), have a son together, his name is Koell. Within his veins, the blood from both parents runs, but he carries the looks of his mother moreso then his father. (Both have snow-white hair, but his eyes are more amber, and hers are a clear gold. Both have a pair of white snowy wings on their backs; she is slender and small, while he is tall and muscular, taking after his father. Her skin is the color of pale cream, while his is a mixture of both parents (his father having blood red eyes, small horns at his forehead, grease black hair and dark stone gray skin, carrying with him the foul smell of brimstone); light gray skin.)

Scenerio: This takes place after Am'naelihn is ambushed in some mines far from the city of Rovandon where they all live. Bugbears and goblins ambush her as she's searching through the rocks for gems, fire opals, diamonds, sapphires, all that. She is able to defend herself, but only to a point. The nasties show that their numbers are great, and really, she is only just one young woman, so ... she gets beaten down.

And in steps her son, beating out the nasties in the end, saving her, but instead of him taking her home to his Father, Kaehlin, things develope; her being weak and vulnerable, him taking advantage of that, being the complete opposite of his Father, who is abusive and violent when it comes to just about everything. (all will be revealed...)





Natural Life
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Extreme violence, abuse, incest (mother & son), sexual situations; you HAVE been warned. (No flames allowed; if incest turns you off, hey, don't read, don't comment, just leave. Simple as that. )


As she passed through the front gates, making sure her cloak was kept tight around her body, her hood up and covering her head from the harsh onslaught of the downpour, she kept to the gravel pathway that led to the massive house. Lightning flashed overhead, while a deafening clap of thunder left her deaf, and she flinched, silently praying that she?d find herself within the solitude of her home. In the back of her mind, her feet nearly tripping along the path as she caught the flicker of faint light in the windows of the dining room, she told herself that she?d be given peace for that long, warm, relaxing bath she longed for.

Even after the previous ? activities in the mines, she needed it; she longed to scrub herself clean, to wash him from her.

She stopped just at the bottom of the front steps, staring up at the dark doors that stood before her. The hideous gargoyles that stood on either side of the steps kept most at bay with their frightful appearance, and now, even she, one whom lived here, found herself suddenly intimidated by their sight. A part of her told her to turn away, head to the tavern and spend the night there, while the other half told her to just go inside and get into warm clothes.

Glancing once more to each gargoyle, she forced her feet to move, taking one step at a time, her eyes never once leaving the doors, even as the lightning above illuminated them within its? deadly glow. Am?naelihn took a deep breath, finding herself standing in front of them and looked down to quickly inspect herself. She knew that, beneath her robes that her dress was in tatters, that her body was covered with faint injuries, all ranging from bruises to cuts.

She just continued to pray that there was no one around inside as she made her way to her chambers. Blinking the rain from her eyes, she ducked her head and reached out, pushing the huge door open, slipping inside quickly. The main hall was warm, dimly lit, and most of all ? empty. She heaved a trembling breath, slumping back against the closed doors and brought a hand to her face, wiping at the rain. She needed a moment to compose herself before making her way upstairs; the Gods only knew who she would find waiting for her.

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Standing in the shadows, he watched her in silence, pondering the look of relief on her delicate face, trying to pick through the fear that filled her deep golden eyes. Folding his arms over the broad expanse of his chest, he tilted his head to the side, observing her still. She was pulling her hood off, letting it rest on her shoulders. He squinted, gritting his teeth. Her hands trembled. Trembling hands, the look of fear and relief that no one was in sight, it made one suspicious picture to him.

With that, he pushed himself off the pillar of black marble he leant against and made his way towards her, growling softly under his breath, stepping out of the shadows.

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She saw him from the corner of her eye and gave a small squeak of fright, busying her trembling hands with smoothing the soaked robes over her body.

?You ? scared me, Kaehlin.? She swallowed heavily, hoping he didn?t hear the tremor in her voice and forced a smile to her lips.

?Jittery tonight, aren?t we?? He smirked faintly, watching her reaction, his eyes never leaving hers. He slowly unfolded his arms off his chest, moving to stand right in front of her, and began to unbutton the top of her robes.

Am?naelihn shook her head, taking a slight step away from him, the smile still on her lips, and gently pushed his hands again. ?Let it be; I?ll just head up and change in the bedroom.? She turned, making her way into the main front room, but paused in mid-step, keeping her back to him.

??has Koell returned yet??

Kaehlin absently nodded, his eyes straying over her figure. ?Yes, upstairs. Why??

She turned slightly, glancing at him, and re-buttoned her robe, frowning. ?It wouldn?t be ? r-right of him to be out in such a storm, that's all, Kaehlin??

She turned away, moving for the staircase, but found herself suddenly sprawled out on the floor, the rain from her robes soaking into the carpets. She looked up, staring into a pair of deep red eyes and bit her bottom lip. He towered over her, his eyes narrowed, and slowly lowered himself on top of her, pinning her to the ground beneath his muscled body. Burying his face into her neck, he began to sniff her slowly, his forked tongue slithering out a moment to taste her.

?Where have you been?? He snorted into the back of her ear, casually biting into it, savoring the feeling of her hips instinctively bucking up into his.

?In the mines,? she whimpered, squirming beneath him. He closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into her neck, secretly taking pleasure in such noises she made. He pushed his hips down against her, growling quietly into her damp flesh by the contact.

?Please ? let me go upstairs and change out of my wet clo?? Her words were cut off abruptly, her cry of surprise and pain music to his ears as his teeth easily pierced her neck. She bucked beneath him, her hands reaching up to grip the sides of his head. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her back arching off the ground, her breasts pressing up into his chest.

Kaehlin groaned, letting her blood pool beneath his tongue and responded immediately by pushing his hips roughly into hers, letting her feel his sudden arousal. Another whimper left her throat, and she suddenly found herself back in the mines, lying on the hard, cool ground. When she looked up, she saw dark amber eyes, almost identical to her own, staring down at her, watching her. Her arms were above her head, one of his hands holding both her wrists tight, pinning them to the ground, as his other hand cupped her breast, kneading the flesh gently.

He spoke to her, but she pushed out his words, giving herself to him, letting her hips move to his, and suddenly arched up off the ground, crying out, her body shuddering. She struggled to free her wrists from his grasp, but he merely leaned over her, his hips thrusting into hers, and captured her trembling lips with his, swallowing the soft, enticing sounds she made. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, moaning into his mouth, her breasts bouncing as his thrusts increased. Again she felt the sharp tremor course through her tingling body and arched up into him, pulling him in deeper.

??Koell,? she murmured, arching forward, feeling a rough hand on her breast. The hand faltered, and the numbing sting in her cheek brought her back to the present. She blinked, taken aback, and found herself drowning in the fury that was filled within the dark red eyes staring down at her.

?Kae?? His fist, this time, hit her in the side of her head, silencing her words. She closed her eyes against the spots of light that danced in front of her, whimpering, and struggled to get out from beneath him before he struck at her again.

While trying to regain her senses, she heard the shrill ripping of cloth, and furrowed her brow, squirming on the ground. Kaehlin blinked down at the torn dress beneath the robes and the injuries adorning her curvaceous form in a moment of mute shock. He looked back at her, noticing the swelling on the side of her face beginning, and scowled, standing off of her. Immediately, he delivered a kick into the side of her legs, then again at her ribs.

The disorientated woman turned away from him, holding her side, crying out, and tried to stand to run away from him, but stumbled and crashed into a glass table. Glass shattered, sprinkling along the carpet, embedding itself into her delicate skin. Her head cracked against the ground, the glass pushing itself further into her skin, and as she got her wind back, she began to sob loudly. Once more, before leaving her to her grief and pain, he went to her, grabbed her roughly by her hair and slammed her head back down into the ground, not once, but twice, not caring if the carpet absorbed some of the pain.

As long as he punished her, he was satisfied. As long as she bled, his temper would calm.

She lay there for what seemed like hours, too numb to move. Lightning flashed in the windows, the room pitch black, only to be lit every few moments when another claw of lightning streaked along the dark, cloudy skies. She twitched involuntarily, whimpering, and tried to move, but found she couldn?t. Her head pounded in time with her heart, the blood rushing to her ears; she wasn?t sure of how much blood she had lost, and at that moment, she didn?t care.

He knew, he had to have known.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still see the bright flare of the lightning through her eyelids. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment, blood trickling from the corner of her lips. Only when she felt the gentle caress against her cheek, did her eyes roll back forward, opening slightly to glance up at who stood crouched before her. She opened her mouth to speak, fresh blood trickling from her lips, but the figure put his fingers to them, shaking his head.

?Don?t speak,? he whispered, leaning over her, gathering her carefully in his arms. Cradling her to his chest, trying to not disturb her fresh injuries, he began to climb the stairs, passing where he had sat earlier in the shadows, watching the frightening scene take place.

Her head lay against his shoulder, her eyes half-lidded and staring blankly. She was limp in his arms, her blood stained wings hanging over the side of his arm that was gripping her along her back. As he entered the room, he went immediately to the bed, gingerly setting her down, and then hurried over to the massive dresser, grabbing the candles and lighting them before placing them onto the nightstands on either side of the canopy bed.

?Mother,? he spoke softly, sitting beside her, his fingers gently smoothing over her brow. ?Mother, I?m here ? it?s all right, shh??

In the dim light of the candles, he saw the shimmering droplets trickling from the corners of her eyes, sliding down the sides of her face, soaking into her hair and the pillow. She looked at him, silent, and licked her bottom lip, tasting the blood. Her right hand twitched every few seconds, the fingers going into spasm from the shock of the abrupt beating, of the glass that was stuck in her flesh.

Her vision of her son went blurry, out of focus, and she felt her eyes flutter shut. Her head rolled slightly to the side, her bruised cheek resting against the pillow. Her chest went still, and for a moment, Koell felt his heart lurch. He jumped off the bed, staring down at her, then glanced nervously around the room. If his father returned, and he found him in their room, with his mother dead, lying in the bed, he know that Kaehlin would for sure blame her death on him, even if it had been him who had dealt the last finishing blows to her fragile figure.

Koell went back to sit beside her still form, leaning over, pressing his fingers to her neck. There was a pulse, but a faint one. He then moved down slightly and put his ear to her chest, and breathed a soft sigh of relief, feeling it rise and fall. It was weak, but she was still alive. Rising off the bed, he gave her a tender kiss on the lips; his fingers trailing down her chest and stomach, and pushed open her robes, pushing aside the torn bits of her dress that she tried to salvage.

Her breasts were magnificent, the tips crowned a dark rose, the nipples erect, even in her state. He licked his lips, trying to resist the urge, and failed as he leaned over her, one hand cupping a breast, his mouth capturing the other, his tongue swirling around the tightening bud of flesh. She never moved, never acknowledged what he did to her, and as he left her lying on the bed to fetch the med-kit, her robes spread open, revealing perfection in a body; a sly smirk stole his lips and he shivered with delight, his voice barely a whisper:

?So submissive ? no wonder Father is so fond??