The Last Astrokight - Three

"You...." The Dark Knight's cat like eyes were wide like a child's.

"Ahmmuph..." Princess Allura groaned as she tried to get up.

"No!" Lotor got off Lucifer quickly.

"Away from me, devil!' Allura hissed at Lotor as she abruptly whipped out her shortblade.

Lotor blinked.

His mouth twitched, and then...

"AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh!! Hoooo!!" Lotor was laughing!

"Away fiend!!" Allura's blue eyes blazed with fury even as her cheeks turned rosy.

"Ah - aha -" Lotor was trying to compose himself, but couldn't help but add, "Next ye be throwin' rosary beads upon me or givin' the sign of the cross!"

"I would," Allura rotorted,"If I knew they'd get - stop laughing, you - you..."

Lotor was wiping his eyes - he hadn't had such an uproarious laugh since - since he was very young.

"I know, I know..."Lotor was regaining his composure. "Let's see, scoundrel, beast, spawn from hell..- "

"Mophead!!" Allura finished for him.

"Mophead?" Lotor cocked his head as he knelt beside the fallen princess. "That's a new one."

"Stay away!" Allura's eyes narrowed as she branished her shortsword once more.

Lotor smirked. "Just like a small kitten, baring it's claws..."

"Don't patronize me!!" Allura spat.

I get enough of that from Nanny and Coran...

"Uh..." Allura felt a sharp pain and Lotor saw her brief expression of hurt.

"Let me see..." Lotor looked uncharacteristically concerned.

"No! I'll die before I let you take me!" Allura cried out.

"Ahhh....'a fate worse than death, eh? Virgins...ah..so adorable....' Lotor raised a brow. "Ye can always tell when a woman's been raised by her nanny, a convent, or her mother. I grant that no convent can equal a robust nanny - especially a widow! I bet yours is one, eh, Princess Allura?"

Allura's eyes widened. Damnation! He knew!

"Only one as lovely as you could be of royal blood, my sweet." Lotor purred.

"I'm not one of your women..." Allura sat up, wincing.

"If you were love, thou would be in something less - 'confining'.

"You wish." Allura winced. It was if every breath hurt.

The Prince of Doom watched the young princess speculatively. Her ribs, one or more have been broken.... Lotor thought. Why did he care? This woman, princess or no, was like every woman he'd ever bedded.

No she wasn't. Those nightmares - the ones he had had since he was a youngling. He had forgotten them - until he saw her beautiful face and hair revealed. This woman was not some simple conquest. She was the key.

The key to - freedom?

Bah! Lotor shoved the troubling thoughts.

"Take off your armor..." Lotor said curtly.

"I will NOT!!" Allura gulped. He was so tall!

"If I wanted to rape you, Princess, don't you think I would have by now?" Lotors full lips formed a straight line.

Suddenly he quipped, "Besides, armor does infringe on one's pleasure....

"That's all ye think of! Men...." Allura winced again.

"Definitly a nanny - raised by a fat nanny who is always proper even when she's on the pot."

Suddenly an image of Nanny on a chamberpot emerged in Allura's mind, and suddenly she giggled.

Lotor's eyes twinkled at her mirth.

"Hm...hmpth...hehe....ha...oh!!" Allura had her hand over her mouth.

"You're injured, Princess. Even you know that. I know ye have no physician - at least a sober one.

"How do you -? Oh never mind..." Allura finally said, trying to loosen the straps that held her breastplate.

"Let me help you." Lotor's voice was gentle.

What was happening? The two thought to themselves. Neither of them had expected -

This.

It was odd, this - this 'thing'....

Was it a spell, a spirit or Fate?

"Very well...." Allura sighed. "Ye may...."

Lotor chuckled, "Spoken like a true royal, my dear.I like that!"

Almost unwillingly,Allura smiled slightly.

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