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- 1-Learning Curves
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<center> �I like
your spirit, but I will have to break it.� </center>

�� Evolet�s startling eyes darted
nervously to the women around her. Their hands worked furiously around her,
reddening her lips with a paste of berries and chalk, darkening her eyes with
khol. Honey mixed with ginger sweetened her mouth as well. She couldn�t tell if
it was nervousness or the taste of it that kept her licking them, perhaps both.
The women, dressed in their thick hoods and drapery, wordlessly invaded her
space. Stripping her down to nothing, only to dress her again in a ridiculously
long but unbelievably soft dress, rubbed strongly scented oil into her legs and
arms, down her exposed back. They even tightened the locks of her hair with
fragrant wax until they shone, then fixed bits of gold on the ends.
�� In the large room around her, they
lit small fires on yellow columns. Smoke from a pot of smouldering herbs rose
lazily in the air, twisting in one slender nearly phantom thread, filling the
room with its strangely sweet aroma. An older woman, with a large fan of blues
and greens, fanned the perfume to each corner of the room, muttering what she
thought were blessings as she touched every wall. They were preparing the room
and Evolet�s heart raced in her chest to know for whom they did it.
��
�� The doors opened with a heavy groan
and Evolet stood, hearing him enter, feeling the air in the room change as he
thundered inside. The women who had crowded her suddenly dispersed, scrambling
at the sight of him, quickly moving to gather their clay pots and bowls of
sweetly fragrant things in the scoop of their drab skirts before running for
the door. Not a one raised their eyes to him as he strode past, dwarfing them
and everything in the room with his thick frame.
�� Slowly Evolet turned, squaring her
shoulders, lifting her head to the man, the beast
that destroyed her home. He looked different, his head without that tightly
wound blue wrap, showed long tight nearly-black curls that spilled over his
broad shoulders, the sides, curiously enough, shorn bald. The severe lines of
his face were subdued some, making it softer despite the rigidly fixed square
jaw, angled cheeks and intense black stare. Most of the clothing he wore during
their long journey was gone now. He only wore a reddish-brown leather armour
vest and a robe. His heavy arms flexed as he approached her, hands stretched
out at his sides, far away from the knife she glimpsed strapped to his hips.
�� He meant no threat to the beautiful
creature before him. Now free of her savage cloths, dressed in the nearly see
through flax he chose for her, she was a true beauty. Her delicate womanly
curves filled the dress she wore pleasingly, stretching the turquoise fabric
over her full breasts and over her slender hips, parting to show her long legs.
Her newly clean skin seemed to glow in the candlelight, the hilbeh and almond oils that clung to her
flesh making her shine in the darkened space. The blue-eyed woman was the most
breath-taking sight in all these lands and she belonged to him. Only him�
�� Her first lesson would be understanding this.
�� He spoke, his voice a deep and
soothing purr as he stepped closer, his hands still out in placation. She
couldn�t hope to understand him, but she didn�t need to. The look in his black
eyes was lascivious, the intent in them obvious and dangerous.
�� He neared her and she took a sharp
breath, his big hands sliding to cup her cheeks, the gnarled and roughly padded
fingers scratching her lips. She smelled his musk; the spicy scent clung to his
sweaty skin and overwhelmed her as he pulled her into his arms. He held her
chin in a pinch, raising it to his face, moving her mouth nearer to his as he
drew her closer. He smiled feeling her wrap an arm around him, not knowing she
only reached for the blade that sat in the small of his back. She saw the
ornate turquoise handle peeking from behind his back and as he moved his arms
around her, she finally found the courage to reach for it. Evolet closed her
eyes, pressing her cheek against his as he scented her neck. Listening to the
deep breaths he took against her skin, feeling his fingers sink in the ropes of
her hair. He took another step closer and the handle seemed to find her hand,
effortlessly tucking itself right into her palm. Evolet gripped the end and
discreetly slid it free of its leather sheath, hugging him closer to disguise
the action of her rising arm. She was going to drive the thing into the back of
his neck, down to the bone if she could manage it, but as she came down, his
hand jut away from her chin, crushing hers in mid-air.
�� She looked up to see fire in his
dark eyes, his features twisted in a scowl. He was angry and made no effort to
disguise that by keeping silent. He rumbled venomously as he twisted her hand,
wringing her fingers, forcing her to drop the blade. He gripped her throat with
the other hand in a claw-like vice, his fingers gouging into her chin as he
awkwardly and painfully arched her backward. He lifted her by the neck, her
tiny bare feet kicking furiously as they left the ground. She couldn�t breathe,
the blood trapped in her head pounded furiously in her ears. Her hands fell
over his, trying to pry apart the calloused fingers as he angrily backed her
toward the bed. She could feel the edge of it against her legs and she twisted,
trying to move as far away as possible but there would be no escape. She kicked
him in the stomach and thighs, but only received muted grunts. His grip never
lessened, even as he tossed her down onto the pallet and mounted her. With the woman
firmly pinned under him, he let her go, his annoyance showing as he released
her face with a violent shove. In time she would learn not to fight him. His
will was not negotiable by anyone, least of by her.

�� Evolet fell to the bed blinking,
slightly dazed by the strike, her eyes rolling a little before they focused on
the mountain of flesh that sat atop her. Despite her fear she fought him still,
pushing and slapping at him, furiously swinging her balled fists, pelting his
heavy chest. She fought harder seeing the Warlord watch her with an amused
grin, feeling his kept laughter bouncing his heavy body. She wanted to wipe
that smug expression right off his face, but the fiercer she thrashed the more
he smiled, nipping playfully at her fingers as they passed his mouth with dark
chuckling. He was thoroughly enjoying her cattish display, pleased with her
fiery determination, until she punched his face, snapping his head right.
�� The line of his mouth hardened as he
tasted the metallic pang of copper, twisting into a bitter frown. Blood beaded
his lip and painted the back of his heavy fist. Evolet�s eyes widened as he
turned back to her, his hands furiously undoing the tie around his waist. While
he did enjoy her fighting spirit, he would not tolerate such disobedience. As
he told her once before, he would
break her. Fighting would only make it harder on herself.
�� The rope slid from his hips and was
wound around her wrists, pulled tight as he forcibly stretched her arms above
her head and tethered her to his headboard. The harder she struggled, the
tighter the binds became, but still she fought. Evolet thrashed against the
ropes until it physically hurt to move her hands and she was too exhausted to.
All the while, the Warlord waited patiently above her, stretched casually over
her twisting body, his dark eyes coolly flicking from her angry face to her
reddening fists. Evolet realised too late he was waiting for that precise
moment, where she was too tired and too tightly wound to move anymore. When she was completely at his mercy.
�� She fell back against the bed with a
defeated whimper, shutting her eyes tightly, sending tears rolling back to the
pillows under her head. He smiled again, like he knew her very thoughts and was
amused she had been too stupid to realise it before. Slowly he rose to sit on
his haunches, still atop her legs, as he unhurriedly stripped, shrugging off
his robes, twisting his muscled brown arms at his side as he eased out of the
yards of rich fabric. Un-strapping the thatched leather amour
from his thick barrelled chest, pushing off the heavy cuffs that encircled his
wrists. His body told of many battles, scars criss-crossing the centre
of his chest and over his pecs, winding down his thickly muscled arms. They
were a testament to his strength, something she could feel intimately now as he
stretched over her.
�� Evolet shrunk back into the bed,
taking a sharp breath as his rough hands slid over her sides. He fisted the
edges of her dress and tore it away, little by little,
ripping the neckline from just under her breasts down her stomach, laying her
open to him. His hands smoothed away the torn edges and travelled over her soft
flesh. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so. From her arresting blue eyes to
the soft curves of her womanly hips, she was perfection�and entirely his.
�� Slowly he bent to her belly and
pressed a kiss there, another on her hip, and another at the swell of her
breast. He kissed her all over, loving her body with his mouth, nipping at her
neck as he moved to her lips. She turned her head immediately, hiding her face
in his palm, knowing his intent was to kiss her, but he turned it back, staring
intensely in her eyes as he lowered his lips to hers. Evolet opened her mouth to scream but was struck silent by how
tender he was. The intimate embrace began as a soft peck before his tongue
gently opened her mouth to him, swirling lewdly against her tongue as he sucked
at her lips. Her hands pulled against the restraints to push him away but soon
fell lamely onto the bed as he deepened his claim on her mouth. He brushed her
cheeks with his wide hands and an unexpected sensation tightened her stomach,
zinging like lightening in the sky through the tender flesh between her thighs.
She had not felt that with anyone but D�leh, and this man was not D�leh.
�� Not
D�leh�she reminded herself, opening her mouth wider, baring her teeth.
�� With a roar he pulled away, holding
his mouth nearly full of blood. She bit him and hard. He could feel the flap of torn flesh scrape against his teeth
as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. Evolet realised she was in for a terrible
punishment when his hands went to his waist again, pulling the leather belt
from his hips
�� He rose off her legs and grabbed
them before she could think to kick him, flipping her on her stomach, twisting
her arms like laces in a whip as he forced her to lay face down on the bed. He
slid a hand under her belly, lifting her bottom in the air and Evolet twisted.
She feared he would take her like this, bent over, his hands holding firmly to his
hips as he forced his flesh into that most forbidden and painful of places
between her cheeks. Mounting and ravaging her like the Mannik did, squatting
behind her as he forced his flesh into her without care.
�� Evolet was so lost in her worried
thoughts she didn�t even feel the first strike until her cheeks began redden,
the blood collecting at the site of the first lash. She turned to watch him
raise his arm, the strap of leather clutched firmly in his heavy hand, flailing
as he swung it with force to crack against her again. She screamed and
scrambled on her knees to move away but he held her fast, riding the bucking
motion of her body as he lashed her twice for trying to run. She was not to
move. She had to accept each lash just as boldly as she defied him. She
belonged to him and she would learn to obey.
�� Firmly held about the waist, another
strike sizzled her flesh, sending heat to flush her
trembling cheeks. Evolet closed her eyes and gripped the post where her hands
were attached, letting the odd sensation left in its wake surge through her
body. He worked methodically down her backside, laying fresh red line after the
next down toward her wet thighs. The pain of each fresh strike warred with the
throbbing ache of her cheeks until it built into something on the verge of
pleasure. With every lash, her cries became more perverted, sounding less like
throws of agony and more like moans of pleasure. Her captor noticed the change
as well and adjusted her position roughly, striking down with such force his
curled black locks vibrated. This was punishment, something to remind her to never refuse him. She was not supposed
to enjoy it�at least not this time.
�� The strike landed and her screaming
climbed, becoming shrill and high. The sound aroused him, sending blood to pack
his hardening cock. It seemed to jut further and further away from his body as
he landed hit after satisfying hit. She sobbed freely and genuinely now, blubbering words he knew were pleas in her foreign
tongue into the pillows around her face. The words were beginning to meld into
her pained screams when she said something new. It was barely discernable over
her heated cries, but enough to halt his hand for the moment. He leaned to one
side, looking at her from behind her red bottom and asked her to repeat it,
stroking the tender curve of her ass.
�� He did not know her language, nor
did he care to learn it because she would come to know his soon enough, but he
recognised the phrase immediately. It sounded the same in any tongue, spoken
with that same dejected shame and defeated emotion that transcended the
inherent language barrier. An apology,
he smiled darkly, still caressing her cheeks. But it wasn�t enough he knew she
said it. The female had to know he knew as well.
�� He repeated her words and slapped
her bottom with a wide hand, pushing her to do the same. It was by no means a
subtle suggestion but Evolet defied him as long as she could stand it, not
wanting to give him the satisfaction. She struggled to hold still despite her
quaking legs, letting him strike at her again and again, until she could take
no more. The words flew out of her mouth with a scream, loud, audible, distinct
and clear. She repeated them softly over and over as her head bowed between her
slender shoulders, hot tears of shame rolling down her straight and pointed
nose. Yielding to him like that was painful in its own right but not more so
than letting him strike her raw. Her bottom was a flame and only during that
merciful pause did it cool and subside; she would have said anything to feel
that relief again.

�� Evolet gave a thankful sigh as the
belt he clutched, slowly left her hip and was tossed to the floor, discarded as
he moved to press a kiss on her shoulder, murmuring something against the skin
of her neck. He accepted her apology and now that she had seen the error of her
ways, it was time to show her his capacity for giving her as much pleasure as
he did pain. She moved willingly with him as he turned her to lie on her back
again, slowly easing her abused bottom down to the soft bedding. He stretched
over her, sliding his taught scarred chest with swirls of shiny black hair
against her heavy breasts.
�� Evolet closed her eyes feeling the
swollen length of him grind against her thigh as he moved himself to part her
lips. He was thick, the shaft of him almost three fingers wide. It felt like
even more as he plunged inside her.
�� His thrust brought a sudden flash of
pain and Evolet threw her head back with a scream, pulling against the binds. She
begged him to stop, pleaded, as she twisted her body away, but he thrust
forward again, grabbing her face to hold her still as he tore through her
virginal barrier with a pronounced grunt. Evolet screamed louder, feeling blood
dribble between the cheeks of her ass.
�� Slowly he opened his eyes, her
desperate screams reaching him in his ecstasy. He froze in place at her pained
expression, watching her writhe with hurt under him. He hadn�t expected she
would be so pure, that he would be her first, although the realisation
delighted him immensely. Still, if he had known, he would have been far less
rough with her as he wished her to enjoy it as much as he did.
�� The man moved his hands to the sides
of her, looking in her face as he slowly he pressed forward, forcing his flesh
deeper inside her. She gasped, tears rolling down her round and flushed cheeks,
her legs parting further as he pressed them down with his heavy hips. He moved
a little at a time, giving her time to adjust as he sank deep into her tight clutch,
slowly introducing her to his length and girth. It took some time, slowly
pushing forward and sliding out, measuredly moving forward her until he could
ease fully inside her without seeing tears, but it was not without its rewards.
He was so completely inside her, his balls crushed against her sex, his hips
were glued to hers, but she did not wail. She moaned, soft and light, hiding
her face away in shame. He smiled and thrust forward triumphantly then,
punching at her with his cock, grinding against her wet pussy. Owning her trembling body with each forceful stroke.
�� Evolet�s eyes rolled behind her dark
lashes, her legs instinctually folding over his body, holding him closer. He
purred something in that throaty language, a soothing ripple that only made her
fall deeper into this heated sensation. The man had brought her from the worst
pain she had known, to the best pleasure she could have. He cored her
leisurely, sliding from her body with ease, pushing forward to the hilt with a
soft grunt, bumping against her sensitive centre. His hips pressed against hers
again and moved in slow circles, rubbing her with his weight, sending pleasure
bursting warmly in her body. Evolet dug her heels in as she arched toward him,
moaning loud and long.
�� The Warlord found himself transfixed
on her mouth, the source of that maddening and delicious sound. He dipped his
head to hers and pressed a soft kiss against it, opening her with his tongue as
he thrust again, harder. She moaned into his mouth with a squeak of pain. It
hurt still, but she was braver now, still keeping her legs wrapped around him,
raising her hips to meet the rough connection. He surged forward again and she
still held him, her face turning, pressing her cheek against his lips as she
struggled to weather the niggling pain. She was enjoying it now. He could feel
it. Her body moved with his, recoiling and pushing forward as he did. And every
time he stroked deep inside her, he could feel her walls tighten that much
more. Her insides closed on him with force, tugging at his cock, the lewd
motion making his eyes roll.
�� He threw his head back and took hold
of her hips, pulling her body tight against the ropes as he slammed into her.
His ragged breaths and chortled grunts melded with the wet smacking of their
flesh. The sound like freshly cut meat slapping on a butcher�s table echoing
without cease in his bedroom chambers. He was so close and so was she. The
muscles in her arm flexed as she pulled her back off the bed, spreading her
legs wider, watching with open mouthed awe as his dick slid into her again and
again, every thick inch of him disappearing deep inside her. Filling her
completely over and over, sending pleasure zinging through her body until she
quaked. He pumped with urgency inside her, trying desperately for that blissful
relief that teased them both. Every hot strike he gave made her pussy swell,
coiling the muscles in the pit of her stomach tighter and tighter until it
finally burst with a pleasured scream.
�� He gave a hoarse grunt as her walls closed
hotly around him. The sudden and forceful grip sent him lurching forward
between her legs, his eyes springing open to meet her blue gaze. Now this
close, she could see his eyes weren�t black at all, but a ring of dark brown
and so intense, she couldn�t tear her herself away. Not that she could if she
wanted to. He held her head, angling her face to his, commanding her to keep
her eyes on him as he thrust harder. She would watch him as he came with a
roar, gushing his most carnal release inside her. She
would remember the precise moment she truly became his.
�� He tossed his head back, the sound
of his release leaving his throat in a ragged bellow. His hands held her hips
tighter as he thrust forward a final time, arching his back as he impaled his
cock fully inside her, his stomach shuddering with his panting. Her
sporadically contracting walls milked him and it was his right to feel it on
every inch of his dick. Bringing him pleasure was her job now and it was one
she did very well.
�� His body jumped with her pulsing
insides, jerking wildly as she unwittingly coaxed out long white streams of his
fluid. He held her legs against his chest to steady himself and slowly opened
his eyes, his head ceasing to spin. Evolet lay near unconscious under him,
fully spent, but ever obedient. Her drowsy eyes struggled to keep on him,
flashing wide and then small with her drooping lids. It brought a smile to his
lips, one that only widened as he pulled out of her with a wet plopping sound.
�� Stretched beside her, he stroked her
cheeks, his hand covering her eyes like one does to the newly dead. He told her
to sleep, rest, and gather her strength. Tomorrow would be a brand new day,
with more lessons she would learn by his hand and his flesh.

�� Evolet opened her eyes, waking
suddenly, finding it difficult to breathe. The lights of the dying candles
danced on the ceiling above her, the flames shimmering off the pools of hot
liquid that had eaten into the waxen column. The smell of them mixed with that
of the incense which was still thick in the air but no longer burning. She was
surprised to find her hands free, the ropes that once bound them, coiled in a
pile near her head. She took her arms down to her stomach, halting abruptly as
they slid across firm and warm flesh. The reason she couldn�t breathe lay atop
her chest, hugging her body into its big brown arms, his dark curls wet with
sweat splayed across her shoulder. She moved slowly, trying to be as subtle as
possible but he noticed the shift immediately and hugged her closer with a
grunt, his hands travelling over the curves of her sides. She wasn�t going
anywhere, least of all, anywhere away from him.
�� There was a soft knock on the door
and Evolet lay her head back down, closing her eyes as if she were asleep as he
woke with a start. He spoke and the door opened, the
women from before hurriedly entering, carrying trays of fresh fruit and sliced
meat and pitchers of mulled wine. They lay the bowls of food and drink on table
parallel to the bed and left as quietly as they entered, leaving their Master
alone with his conquest again.
�� Slowly he returned to her, turning
in his seat to look down on the woman. His
woman, with the bluest eyes he had ever known. He stretched an arm out and
slowly eased down beside her, kissing the valley of her breasts, over the sweet
swells of her flesh to her neck and finally her mouth. He growled contentedly
seeing her eyes open, feeling her move under him. She was aware her hands were
free, that only his lips pressed against hers kept her there, but she dare not
move away.
�� She was learning.
�� He broke their kiss with a smirk and
turned, returning to the food at the bed�s side, bringing a bowl of sliced
orange fruit to his lap. Evolet watched as he bit a slice, taking it carefully
between his lips and snipping off a half, then offering the rest to her. He
meant her to eat. He wanted her to be well fed and healthy while he continued
to violate her.
�� With a disgusted snort, Evolet
turned her head in refusal, but he persisted, moving the half eaten slice to
where her mouth now was. She pushed at his hand, trying to force it away, but
he would not be moved. He growled a single word at her, the bass making her
tremble with foreboding. She would eat, or he would make her eat. It was that simple. He would not ask her again, nor
did she want him to. He could hear how her stomach ached for sustenance; it
demanded what he held despite her protests. The juice that wet her full lips
was sweet tease, one she could not stop tasting even as she pouted. He only let
her petulance persist because she peeked her tongue from between her lips to
taste it and the sight aroused him, sent heat flushing from his head to his
feet.
�� Evolet faced him and the Warlord
grinned as she opened her mouth, moving her head to take the slice from his
fingers. He spoke again, only to make her look up at him as he fed her. Like a pet, she thought ruefully, taking
the food from his fingers. His other hand trailed along the column of her neck,
stroking her with a smile as he watched the muscles in her delicate throat work
as she swallowed. Evolet continued to stare at him, like she knew he liked, as
she reached for another slice. But he set the bowl away, deliberately out of
reach. He took another slice in his fingers and held it out to her, saying a
word. He said it again as he bounced the fruit in front of her.
�� He wanted her to repeat him. He
wanted to begin her learning of his strange tongue but Evolet turned away,
indignant. She did not need to learn his language. She would not be here long,
D�leh would come for her, he promised he would. And she would not give this monster the
satisfaction of hearing her repeat his perverse tongue�but her hunger called.
Her stomach toiled fiercely, ravenously devouring what she had just swallowed
no doubt. A long moment of silence passed between them before she pushed her
hair from her face and spoke, repeating the word in a soft huff, gaining a dark
smile from her captor.
�� He said the word again encouragingly
and stretched forward, pushing that piece past her lips as well, letting her
enjoy her reward as he moved to the next dish. She would learn the names of
each of the dishes the servants brought this way. He stating the name, holding
some out for her to take when she repeated him, but the fruit was by far her
favourite. When he was seemingly done with teaching her and ate to fill
himself, she reached for the bowl of orange pieces and setting it between her
crossed legs, packed slice after slice into her mouth, stretching her cheeks
comically before swallowing them all up.
�� She reached for more but he took the
bowl away again. He had been watching her, laughing inwardly at the start and
then rubbing his cock in anticipation. The juice that dripped down her chin
gave him a delicious idea, one he hoped they both would enjoy. Evolet tensed as
he hurried her into his lap, pulling her close by a thick arm to sit over his
heavy thighs. She could feel his member, thick and jutting, bouncingly tap at
her swollen lips. She thought to object, she was still sore, her wrists, her
bottom, and definitely between her legs still pulsed with ache, but she shoved
it aside. He would take what he wanted anyway and fighting would only prolong
it.
�� So lamely she sat in his lap, arms
at her sides, and her legs spread over his. Her beautiful eyes watched intently
as he took a fistful of the fruit and crushed it in his heavy hand, dappling
her shoulders and collar with big messy drops. He discarded the squashed mess
and moved to touch her mouth with his wet fingers, sliding the sweet liquid
over her lips. He smiled devilishly seeing her tongue peek out to lick where
his fingers had been and then coil around his thumb. He pushed his finger
inside her mouth as he bent his head and dragged his tongue across her breast,
flicking and swirling her nipple. His other arm held her about the waist,
hugging her fleshy mounds to his face, filling his mouth with her breasts. He
groaned throatily feeling her bite softly on his thumb as he twisted at her
nipples.
�� She only did so to silence her own
sounds of pleasure. She didn�t want him thinking she enjoyed this and she also
didn�t want to remind herself she was. His hands grabbed hers and brought them
to his shoulders, telling her to hold him closer as he suckled her flesh.
Evolet sunk her fingers into his lush curls and looked toward the ceiling, her
eyes rolling like the tide, fluttering behind painted eyelashes. If D�leh was
going to come for her, it had to be quickly. He had to find her before she
learned to not care if the man under her, slowly pressing his dick inside her
sex, heard her pleasured screams.

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