Ronon Masters Kushiel2

Chapter 2: Embrace of the Empress

A/N: The Empress picked Ronon. Now, lets see how Ronon Embraces the Empress… and "Warning! Some men are as hot as they appear! This chapter is very sensually detailed!" I wanted to watch Sated…um…I mean Sateda before continuing this story. Now that I have, let the games begin!

The Empress' Rooms:

Ronon was taken to an elaborately decadent set of rooms that were being used by the Empress for her stay at the planet. He walked past the dark wood tables with intricately carved designs and gilded mirrors on the walls at the entrance. He wandered into the lovely gardens of the courtyard where the sunlight shined on his upturned face. There was an assortment of purple, pink, and white flowers that entwined with the sunlight to create a warm and soft fragrant haven.

Ronon guessed that the Empress' rooms must be at the top of one of the many towers to have direct access to the open sky. He walked under several trees letting the leaves brush against his face and hair. He found a side door to her bedroom and walked inside carrying several white flowers he had gathered during his brief walk. He placed them next to the massive bed then proceeded to run his fingertips over the wooden posts of the bed that mimicked the style of the tables at the entrance.

He paused from exploring the room to glance at the bedroom door wondering when Empress Keira Solondre would be joining him. He knew she had picked him for his sensual presence and lack of conformity to the social rules, but how far would she want him to deviate from said social rules now that they were to be alone?

They had explained all the rules to bedding an empress earlier. He knew that he was expected to wait for her in the bedroom and to only react to her direct requests during the very formally laid-out sexual evening. She picked him, so at least in part he knew she was hoping not to adhere to the rules. Ronon determined to allow her to set the pace and precedents for the evening instead of following the guidelines. For that very reason, he went back to the garden because that was where he would be if there were no rules for conduct.

Further Down the Hall:

Keira walked arm in arm with Lady Gwen on her way back to her rooms.

Gwen gripped Keira's arm and lowered her voice, "So, have you decided what you want to do with that hot handsome handful that is sitting on your bed no doubt this very moment?"

Keira flushed as she pictured him waiting for her, "I…um…I don't know."

Gwen turned to see the panicked look on her close friend's face, "You don't know?"

Keira's voice raised several pitches, "I don't know alright!" Then she attempted to control her voice so the guards walking with her small group would not overhear her. "I mean…I know what to do, but I am not sure I can be the aggressor. The formal guidelines say that he can only do what I ask of him. I can't just walk in there and say, 'hi hot guy. Get naked in the bed and kiss my entire body.' Oh my goddess, there is no way I can say that to him."

Gwen almost stumbled at her friend's words as she suppressed a furious laughing fit. "You can say that if you want to."

Keira smiled then and took a deep breath, "It is not like I have never been with a man before. The few of them that there were only cared about political gain, but this man seems to simply want to serve the Goddess Freyja with me."

Gwen finally lost her control and had to stop walking to giggle and look sideways at Keira.

"Ok, so I am an idiot. We have established that. Now, what do I do?"

"He is a wonderful looking man with a wicked grin that lets me know he knows what he is doing. When I was bathing just after the Selection and a wonderful towel-boy named Daniel Jackson helped me dry off. I asked him what he knew of this Ronon Dex. He said that he was rough around the edges, but that he is very protective of woman. He has put his life on the line for others countless times and took nothing in return. I asked about his sexual habits. The towel-boy looked embarrassed and said that he had never seen him actively go after a woman before. He is going home soon after the Midsummer Masquerade, so he is not after you for any political reasons. So, you can safely sleep with this yummy man knowing he went out of his way to be selected by you for you. Just go and have fun."

Keira pulled her back to walking, "Easy for you to say."

"Oh, for me? Can I borrow him tomorrow before you send him back?"

Keira let go of her friends arm with slight shock showing on her face, "What?"

"Just kidding…well, some of the court ladies asked him to stay over a few hours with them when he leaves you tomorrow. They said he bowed and said something about only being here for you."

Keira paused to think about that then said out loud wondering about his own world, "I wonder what Specialist Ronon Dex's home world language is? I have only heard him speak in the common tongue."

Her friend smirked, "But tonight you will get a taste of the Specialist's Tongue!"

Keira flushed contemplating just that.

High Noon:

Ronon sat under a tree in the garden eating an apple he just picked. He noticed it had been about two hours since he was selected. It had to be close to noon he surmised by the position of the sun in the sky above him. He knew that she could not come to him directly, but he thought she would be here by now. So, he closed his eyes leaning back on the soft vine covered tree trunk and breathed in the richness of the half eaten apple in his hand.

A servant had brought him a selection of foods an hour ago that he ate readily. He continued to sit with his eyes closed remembering the strange way the female servant looked at him because he was not following the guidelines. He did not care in the least.

His thoughts bounced back and forth in his mind about the first few moments that he saw Keira. A low growl escaped from his lips as his desire for the lovely Empress swept over his body. He dropped the apple and conjured up in his mind what she would look like without the satin dress on. It was that exact moment when he heard her enter the front door.

He kept his eyes closed, but he could feel and hear her moving around in the rooms. She was looking for him. He heard a soft gasp as she paused at the garden door that he left propped open. Ronon could feel her eyes sweeping over his body. He fought not to let a light grin of satisfaction creep into his face as he remembered he took his shirt off moments ago when he picked the apple.

Keira froze as she watched Ronon taking a nap in her garden under an apple tree. She wanted to go to him and run her hands over all his tanned warm skin, but she felt almost panicked again. He was so extremely exotic and handsome in a very masculine way that made her almost fear him. Would such a man truly look at me the way I look at him?

She leaned against the doorframe and continued watching his muscled arms and chest as she thought over what to do. Keira could not make up her mind if she should go to him or wait in her bedroom. She had planned it all out in her mind that she would walk into the bedroom and whisper to him, "Take me." It was just what formality needed for her to direct him to pleasure her, but she should have known it would not be that simple.

As her eyes grazed hungrily up his finely toned abs to his face once again, she took a step back. His eyes are open…! Embarrassment crept into her face as she fought against the blush that would no doubt cover her entire face and chest.

Ronon's kissable lips curved with a wickedly mischievous grin as a look of satisfaction spread across his intriguingly striking features. He stood to his feet in one fluid motion with his head tipped slightly down as his electrically sensual eyes returned her hungry stare. He stalked toward her only wearing his leather pants, which did nothing to hide his state of arousal caused by her attention.

He was well aware her gaze dropped to his only article of clothing as he walked to her slowly allowing her a full view. His highly toned legs pressed against the leather as his bare feet soundlessly prodded along in the short grass. He stopped walking and took a deep husky breath standing a few feet from her.

Keira stood completely immobile as Ronon stalked toward her like a predatory animal. For obvious reasons, her mind flashed an image of a wolf being tamed by a woman's soft touch. Her heart bounded as if it were a rabbit attempting to escape a starving wolf. She almost took a step back, but he noticed her reaction and paused in front of her.

Watching, wanting, needing…

She knew that now was the time for her to offer and invitation, but she could not fight down the urge to run. Keira wanted to run to the safety of the guards out in the hall, she wanted to run into the brazen hunger that could be quenched in his arms.

My goddess what am I doing with such a man? He looks as if I am a banquet feast to be devoured…I need to say something.

Ronon lifted his right arm behind his neck and released the leather strip that held his hair back out of his face. His brown hair that was twined in dreads fell forward to frame his face.

Ronon's abrupt movement startled Keira causing her to gasp in air. Her hand went reflexively to just below her neck as if to hold her heart in her body.

Have I been holding my breath? I can't believe I jumped like he scared me. My goddess the man is fine!

She looked at him as she tried to bring her court façade to show on her face, but it was not workingSo she tried some positive self talk that Gwen had taught her. You are here to serve me… I am the Empress. Her imagination took control and pondered over all the possible meanings of the words 'serve me'.

Ronon noticed her startled reaction with puzzlement. All of the women here so far had more then welcomed him into their beds joyously. Have I done something wrong? Maybe she does not want me to be spontaneous.

He searched her eyes to finally see that she was very desirous of his attentions. Now he knew her reaction to him was because she had little practice outside of the formality of the guidelines. There is a whole world of pleasure she has been missing out on because the men who have attended her in the past were idiots.

Ronon lowered his gaze and his knee to the floor as he did during the Selection. He paused then raised his hazel eyes up to her slightly frightened brown ones. "Yes, you are the Empress. I am here to serve you my lady." His voice was lower pitched almost like the rumbling growl of a wolf as he continued oh so very sensually, "Command me, and I will obey."

Keira turned around so that her back was to him. I said that out loud? Oh my goddess I said that out loud.

She noticed she had turned away from the intensity of his glair and voice. She could not turn back or it would show just how much he was affecting her. So Keira opted for another approach.

"Follow me." Keira started walking toward the far side of her bedroom where the bed was. She stopped at the bed and had not yet turned around when she could feel his body heat behind her like a molten sun.

She so desperately wanted to lean back into his muscular warmth. For most of her life, she was forced to comply with everyone else's wishes that she was having a hard time being the one in control. But with such a man, being in control was not your job.

Keira shivered delightfully as she felt his heated fingers trace the outline on the back of her dress as he started to undo the buttons.

Thank goddess, he took my indecision as a request to undress me and not me being and idiot. Why can't I let go of how I think I look and instead enjoy how he feels? I am an idiot.

Ronon stopped unbuttoning her dress as he heard her whisper four quiet words. He started second guessing himself. She thinks she is an idiot for picking me? She regrets choosing me?

Ronon stepped back from her and kneeled again. His pride was being challenged and the look on his face was not friendly, which was why he did not look up as he spoke. "You are not an idiot my Empress this is easily fixable. If I am not what you desire, I will go and send the guide to allow you to select another."

Ronon waited for her dismissal or acceptance in silence. He would never take a woman against her will or allow a woman to be with him because she felt bound to tradition and formality. Maybe he had been wrong about what she meant and maybe he was right, but this was the only way to know for sure. He would never bed a woman who was not completely agreeable with the idea.

Keira could not believe how many times today alone she had made a fool of herself. Do all hot and tempting men make women act like this?

Ronon remained completely still as Keira turned to him. She could tell that her slip of the tongue again had caused him to react negatively to her. She had never had a problem of this sort in the past and was wondering if the stress of her new position in life was taking a larger toll on her then she knew.

Keira took a step so that her body was almost touching Ronon as he kneeled in front of her. "You are the one…that I…want."

Keira raised a slender hand to toy playfully with one of his dreads as his eyes focused questionably upon hers. She felt a moment of desperation as she felt her strength and self-preservation fade.

She knew if she did not talk truthfully with this man that he would leave and she would never fully know him. "I may be an Empress, but I am new to all of this. I am not use to commanding a man to my bed. I would prefer to come across a man and for us to mutually decide to worship the Goddess Freyja together. That remains to be my wish."

Ronon paused allowing her a moment with her thoughts as she leaned even closer inspecting his long hair. He slipped one hand up her gown and lightly played with her calf. He half expected her to jump, but instead she closed her eyes and leaned fully to him pressing her hip against him. Ronon leaned forward and grazed his lips over the soft feminine fragrance of the waistband on her gown.

Keira held more firmly to the sides of his upturned face as both of his hands under her gown trailed up her calves and slowly over the back of her knees. "Well, it seems you have your wish because the moment I saw you I wanted you. And you picked me as well."

Ronon pressed his large hands further up exploring the soft skin of her legs then over her hips. He rose to his feet with graceful precision as every muscle in his body flexed in a manly show of power. As he rose to his feet, he let both of his muscular arms encircle her slender waist pulling her hard against his shirtless chest.

Keira gasped in with pleasure as the lower half of her body brushed lightly on his leather pants. With a flick of one of his wrists, Ronon moved the gown the rest of the way up and off. Keira leaned forward for balance as her hair flung out behind her as her forearms and hands clasped to his naked chest. She could not seem to catch her breath. One moment she was standing wishing that Ronon would simply take her and the other she was naked in his arms plastered to his half naked body. It was almost too much for her to bear as her heart skipped and bounded like a rabbit trying to escape.

Ronon could feel the reaction her body had to his close proximity. He reveled in the instant arousal that shivered over her body as he held her face to face in his arms. He kept one hand around her waist firmly as his other hand traced up her back bringing even more shivers of pleasure that escaped as delicate whispers of joy from her lips.

Keira stared into his eyes as if hypnotized as his arms and hands played havoc on her sensitive skin. She pressed even closer if that was possible to wrap her arms around his neck. This caused her breasts to press firmly against his muscular pecks. He took several slow steps further into the bedroom causing the lightly sprinkled chest hairs to tickle her nipples that were already hard and aching for more attention.

Ronon made it to the bed exercising every ounce of self control as he fought against his bodies need to throw her to the bed and ravage her lush body. He started releasing her waist and she slowly slid down his rock hard body.

Some things are harder then others.

She found her footing and tried not to let her hands run down to that area of his body she just became highly aware appreciated her. But she could not help herself. A man this attractive should come with a warning label, 'Caution! Brain functions may be irrevocably impaired! Exercise extreme caution because this man is hotter then the depths of Hell!'

Ronon's breathing started to get deeper and more audible as her hands slid down him just as he body had only a moment ago. Keira's hands felt singed by his body heat as her hands moved over his sculpted abs that begged a woman to bite them. Her fingers lowered to the evil pants that kept her from touching more of his skin. She quickly undid the fastenings of the dark leather pants.

As she moved to slide her hand down into his pants, Ronon caught her attention as he reached a hand through her hair and grasped the back of her neck. His other hand caught the waist of his pants and jerked them so that they would fall to the floor. Then, his hand grabbed hungrily for her waist as his sinuous lips pressed firmly to hers. A blaze of fire sparked from his lips as they played and teased as he claimed her for his own.

Her hand immediately finished sliding down his body to be happily surprised and almost nervous at the length and breath of his swollen need. Keira stood there enraptured in hunger and overwhelmed by his prowess as his mouth ravaged hers with his hand holding her neck and hair in place. It was as if he had claimed her and branded his seal upon her body as his hand around her waist pressed her soft body to his.

In one movement, he picked her up twisted in almost mid air and landed on the bed so that she was sprawled out on top of his naked body. Keira threw back her head as her hair fanned out behind her almost the same moment she landed because of his impressive ability and swollen hardness already inside of her.

The heated and moist femininity of her power pulsed franticly around him as he rested both hands on her waist. He allowed her a moment as her eyes glazed over in an intoxicating spasm of arousal as she ground her hips into his. Ronon's skilled fingers had only played a few moments upon her delicate folds before her body grinding body exploded in a wave of pleasure that erupted over her like molten lave.

Ronon grit his teeth and looked away from her pleasure for a moment as his own body threatened to follow her in her climax. He did not want things to be over that soon, but he wanted to draw out every moment of pleasure he could from her body. He continued to grind slowly with his hips and delicately massage her with his hand as he felt the after effects pulsing in her body. He felt her building reaction to the sensations as she screamed out his name as this time a more fierce orgasm racked her body.

Keira fell forward onto his toned body as a moment of surrealness encased her heated body. She could still feel him pulsing and hard inside her as her own body continued to flex around him. She closed her eyes and breathed in the manly sent of his skin as he lightly rubbed on her back. Never had she been with a man who could so easily arouse and pleasure her as this man could so masterfully.

With her face pressed to his chest, she could feel the heat from his skin and hear the frantic beat of his heart. Keira felt emboldened as she pressed her lips to his heated skin and lightly nipped with her teeth. A low rumbling growl escaped Ronon's lips only moments before he claimed her lips again.

Ronon rolled her over on her back as his hips masterfully pressed against hers as he filled her with his hardness. He held still as he was buried deep within her, which caused a light whimper from her lips as she tried to get him to continue.

She looked pleadingly into his eyes, "I need more."

He kissed her again and thrust once more then broke the kiss with a wicked grin, "Not so quickly my Empress. I will give you more…a lot more." Keira closed her eyes allowing herself to completely feel his body as she gripped him with her heated femininity.

Ronon growled in her ear and stood to his feet still buried deep inside her. She clung to him for very life as he slowly ground himself into her walking out to the garden. He paused every now and then to give her a powerful thrust and capture her cries of pleasure in a kiss.

He was pleased that he had to hold onto her tightly to stop her from riding his hard body to fulfill her pleasure. She sighed as if in pain because he was mercilessly teasing her and not giving her fully what she wanted. He did not intend to make it so easy on her this time.

Ronon thought, A little pain and little torture.

The end.