Allura could only gasp, "Z'aale.." as he gripped her hair tightly.
She
realized to her horror, that they were both completely nude, and
Z'aale had
her pinned to the bed with his body. His face was close to hers.
Strange...he
looked younger than when she last saw him... Allera trying to keep her eyes on his face. She didn't want to look at - the rest of him.
Z'aale Zarkon's eyes were glowing with anger and
jealousy. He screamed at Allura, "You will never mention that name again! Do you hear me? Never! Tell me, Allura, did you share Lotor's bed? Did you?!"
Zarkon slapped her and then looked into her eyes intently.
"TELL ME!!" he roared.
Allura gasped out, "No! But I wish
I did! I-I hate you...." This took much effort on her part, for even as
he cruelly twisted her hair in his hand, she felt an intense desire for
him. He slapped her again, still gripping her hair. He said, "You will love me,
Allura....for I love you.."
Her eyes widened. She screamed, "No!
You can't
love anything! All you can do is hate and destroy!!"
He kissed her
again -
hard. Z'aale yelled at her, Don't tell me, S'auh'eya, what I can or
can't do!
It is your fault! You bewitched me and I cannot stop desiring you! I
own you!
You're mine and no one elses! Do you hear me? Mine! Come,
Allura! I wish to
show you something!"
Z'aale abruptly slid off of her and dragged
her up by
her hair, making her eyes water. He dragged her over to the
window that faced
some of the courtyard, parted the curtains and said lowly,
"Look,
S'auh'eya...my son is dead! I killed him! Look, damn you!" He
savagely pulled
her hair back, making her face the window. The courtyard was
dark, but there
was some light there. She saw a body - a body with long silver-
white hair - a
dark pool of blood on the pavment around the head. She saw his
lasersword
nearby.
She gasped - was it really-? no....ohgod, no.....she
wanted to weep. She had only begun to realize her feelings for Lotor, and now -
Z'aale pulled her away from the window by her hair. He was
grinning and said
softly, "Do you believe me, S'auh'eya? There is no sense in
loving a dead man!
I am here and I will fulfull your desires...You will love and obey only me,
Allura! If
I have to drug you every day for the rest of your life, you will love
me! I
swear it! You bewitched me and I intend to take full measure of
you!! And you
will give me everything I want..."
He dragged her over to the bed,
forced her
down upon it and pinned her again. He was kissing her again,
his hands
aggressive upon her skin. Allura groaned in pleasure at his
touch.She felt her
mind cloud over again. She was trying to fight it desperately.
Z'aale looked
into her eyes and laughed softly. "Resistance is futile, Allura...the
longer
you fight your desire, the more intense it will be.....you will fall to
me,
e'ayma....and when you do, you will feel only pleasure....." He
kissed her
again, his lips roaming everywhere, causing her to shiver in
delight/fear/revulsion. He was right, she knew, she would fall,
and she would
glory in her fall. She wanted him with an intensity - this, her
father's
enemy. But this want was different that what she felt for his son, Lotor.
Her mind
and soul screamed with pain and horror inside, while her body
craved the
completion this man would give her. She whispered Z'aale's
name but in her
mind she screamed in terror. Z'aale kept on, his hands
everywhere and Allura
wanted him never to stop.She was shaking with desire and
cried out his
name. She saw Z'aale smile in pleasure, his victory over her
complete. She
looked into his eyes....they were someone's else's....but where?
All she could
see was Z'aale. All she wanted was Z'aale. Like Kathryn
Alexander before her,
she hated the one who posessed her, but she desired him intently.
With each
touch, she felt herself both live and die in his embrace. She was
breathless
as was he. They were lost in each other, and she could not
escape. Z'aale
whispered endearments and various compliments about her
body which both
thrilled her and repelled her at the same time. Allura prayed in her soul.
Oh - Why?