The Taking of the Moon Maiden Ch. 05

Ronen's head whipped down and his face hardened at the sarcastic not Emmaline had used on the word 'misled'. Ronen had been generous to Emmaline to have even considered keeping the lass after discovering she was not his Emmaline's.

Most would not have been so kind, and Emmaline had thrown his generosity back in his face, his patience at her refusal to accept him was at an end.

"I am no the only liar in this union." Ronen snarled his words. "You led me to believe that you were a woman who had known other lovers. I came to you expecting an experienced whore in my bed."

His voice lowered into a pure growl as he continued. "Do you know why wise men doona take maids to bed? Do you?"

Emmaline shook her head no. Fear at his next words might be choked her breath. "Because, maids doona know the ways to make sure there is no a bairn. Do you know of any of these ways Emmaline?" Emmaline closed her eyes at Ronen's words.

A tremble began in her toes and worked its way up until her whole body was shaking. Ronen grabbed her arms with his big hands and ground his words out so close to Emmaline that his breath stirred the soft ringlets that framed her face.

"I have filled your belly with enough of my seed for you to give me ten sons. Can you tell me that you are no now carrying my child?" Emmalines eyes opened up large and frightened. She lost time of how long she held Ronens stare.

Emmalines mind tried to grasp the meaning of his words, events swirling in her brain causing her to feel dizzy.

Then one thought crashed into her brain. "You louse. You want me to be with child. That is why you are keeping Hilda away from me. You are afraid that she would help me rid my body of any spawn that you would force upon me."

Emmaline could see from Ronens face her words were true. How could he? She became hysterical at the thought of being forever chained to Ronen while Moira was left unprotected with Duncan.

She lost all control and started screeching at him, taunting him with her words, hoping the images they created hurt him.

"I am not carrying your child and I refuse to allow you to put your bastard seed in me." Startled at her vehemence and how her words stung, Ronen loosened his grip on Emmaline. She immediately jerked free and ran several feet from him before turning to him.

Emmaline said the first thing that came to her stretching the taut thread that had kept Ronens anger from raging down on her.

"You are a liar of the worst kind. I despise you." So succumbed with her own emotions she did not notice the narrowing of Ronens eyes, or how he positioned his body, giving the impression of a stalking lion about to pounce on its prey.

"I am not your woman. I will never carry your child. Do you hear me? Never."

Ronen snapped. He sprung forward and knocked her to the ground on her stomach. She lunged up to her hands and knees and began to kick as Ronen dropped to his knees behind her. She tried to crawl away, but Ronen was too strong for her.

He grabbed her by the ankles and jerking them apart pulled her towards him as he let Emmaline's material ride high on her thighs revealing her shapely legs.

Tearing her skirts away from her legs, Ronen moved over her so he could reach could under her chest. He grabbed the material at the front of her dress and ripped it completely from her. Emmaline felt cold air hit her bare breast; she reached to cover her modesty.

With one hand grasping at her cloths and the other trying to hold herself up from the ground, it was easy for Ronen to shove her off balance and press her face down in the dirt. Emmalines hair had fallen across her face on one side and was draped on the ground around her. Ronen reached under her and grabbed a handful of hair that pooled on the ground. Pulling it under her frame he twisted it around his hand. He jerked his arm back and grabbed her hips.

The pull on Emmaline's hair kept her face down so he could free his movements. His hands reached into the slit of her pantalets and ripped them from her removing the last barrier left between him and her delights. Ronens blood surged at the sight of her smooth bottom and all of the treasures awaiting him between her thighs.

He tore at his laces as he came up behind Emmaline. "You will no deny me what is mine. I will put my seed in your womb and you will no stop me." Emmaline gasped at his words and began to struggle harder when he placed the tip of his cock at her already ravaged opening.

"I will you strip naked and put my seed deep in your womb every night until I have your belly swollen with my bairn."

Ronen moved into her slightly. Using both hands to hold her hips secure, he speared her with his swollen shaft clean up to the hilt. Emmaline cried out, bucking and rearing trying to set herself free.

He held her hips tight as he plunged again and again into her already torn opening. Her passage, raw and sensitive began to bleed and juice itself to allow Ronen to slip in her more easily.

Each time he almost completely pulled from her, only to thrust himself back into her, his ballsack slapping hard at the raw and tender folds.

Anger and frustration at her refusal to accept him made Ronens desire hard and quick. He cried out his pleasure as his he bucked into her one last time with such ramming force he raised her knees off the dirt.

Ronen growled, "take it, take all of it."

He ground his hips into her, gushing his seed into her womb, emptying himself completely in her. He held tight to him for a moment keeping her locked to him while his cock throbbed with a primitive need to ensure every last drop of his seed pulsed into his woman's womb. Exhausted and spent he untangled himself from her let her hips slip from his grasp. She fell to the ground softly crying. Afraid to anger him and fearing more retribution she curled into a tiny ball.

Ronen steadied himself. "Will you no relent from this foolishness? It is a woman's place to trust her man in all things. If you would but talk to me, I may help be able to help you."

Emmaline did not move from her position. Ronen grabbed her legs pulling on them as he flipped her over onto her back.

Her naked beauty causing the blood to rush back into his shaft, he pulled her up to stand in front of him.

He lifted her high above his head and began to suck and bite on her stomach, slowly lowering her as he continued across her breast, her shoulders, her neck, leaving a trail of teeth bites and bright red suckling bruises.

"Please, doona fight me anymore; say you will quit this foolishness?" She still did not answer Ronen's question.

A wave of primitive possessiveness swept through him.

"If you will no say you are mine then I will make sure no man will doubt to whom you belong." A growl rose from his throat as he sunk his teeth into the tender skin of her collar bone. Biting and sucking her skin, nashing, at her until the taste of her blood brought him back to his senses. His hands grabbed her hair and forced her head back to stare into her eyes. His heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces as the quiet tears spilled from her tragic filled starlit eyes.

A thin trickle of blood ran from the bite mark at the base of her neck where he had bit harder than he had meant. She stood in front of him, naked, bleeding, and bruised.

"Damn it Emmaline. You have made me lose control again." His voice was raspy with sadness. Ronen had fought and struggled to acquire all his wealth.

There had been many that tried to stop him or take what he had away from him. Ronen knew what it was like to fight for what was his, and this woman was his. Why did she not see it? "You are mine. I doona wish for you to be unhappy, can you come to want to stay with me?"

When she did not respond, he continued. "Until you accept my yoke, get used to accepting me stripping and mounting you nightly." Her eyes widened at his meaning, shocked that Ronen had meant what he had said earlier, Emmaline asked, "You want me to walk around naked?"

"No Emmaline. I will allow no other to lay eyes on your lovely form. However, when I come to you I will expect you to be naked and prepared to perform your wifely duties." Emmaline's confusion marred her features as she looked to him for understanding.

"What if I wish a nights reprieve?" Ronen's reply drove home the senserity of his words. "Then you shall have it, provided your belly is large enough that no one will doubt I have mastered you."

Emmaline bit her lip at the image Ronen painted in her mind. Ronen took Emmaline by the hand over to his horse. He pulled a coat from his bag. The coat was Ronens and it was huge. It was a deep blood red with black fur trim around the sleeves and all around the bottom. He put it on her speaking gently as picked her up and mounted the horse.

"The more I can trust you no to fight me, the more freedom you will get. The more you fight me the more you lose. If I have to ensure you doona take flight, I will keep you with child until the second coming. Do you understand me.?"

Emmaline looked up at him and nodded yes. Then she looked away from him and would not face him again.

At first Ronen tried to get her to talk to him, asking her questions about her childhood in a soft voice, trying to calm her shredded nerves. When she would not answer he finally gave up and they both rode in silence back to camp.

Ronen was twisted in knots, confused as why it should matter to warrior such as himself if Emmaline wanted to be with him or not. Ronen wanted her, Ronen had taken her, and Ronen was powerful enough to keep her. Her feelings were of no concern, or at least they shouldn't be. He could not seem to stop wanting her to turn to him.

Emmaline rode in silence trying to understand how her life had changed in just three short days.

Emmaline knew that a once bound to a man, it was a woman's duty to obey him in all things. She was his chattel to do with as he so chose. But, Emmaline did not wish to be without any voice in her destiny. She could not afford to be powerless. She must protect Moira.

They rode towards the camp, arriving just as dusk had settled. When they first appeared there were anxious worry was on most everyone's face.

Ronen scowled at his people when their faces broke into smiles and relief at the sight of Emmaline bundled in his coat sitting across his lap. He frowned down at Emmaline as he nudged his horse towards their tent. He lowered her to the ground slowly until her bare toes could touch. He grabbed her chin and pulled it up until her face was turned up towards him.

"Doona leave this tent again without my permission. I have put Hilda and Moira in a small tent with guards to protect them from anyone trying to take them, including you." His meaning made clear by the look on his face.

"Go prepare yourself for me. I have had enough of begging you. Be ready to accept me when I return." He bent down and kissed her hard and wheeled his horse and around rode off. Lomus and the old healer Gert, exchanged looks.

"Did you no see his bite on her neck?" Lomas asked the question of the old healer.

"Aye, I saw it." Gert answered. "He has put his mark around her neck. The prophecy is true."

Gert lowered her voice, "make sure everyone knows to keep our Lady well guarded. There be others that will wish to take her.

Lomus shuddered, "heaven help anyone that tries to take her from him," his gaze never faltered from Ronen's form.