Sadly I still do not own Lezard and Lenneth. That honor belongs to Square Enix, and the people responsible for creating the wonderful world of Valkyrie Profile. Doesn't stop me from writing about them though. No profit is being made, this is done purely for fun.

Before reading this, I feel like I should put up another disclaimer. I've held off on posting this for over a year, hesitant over the dark nature of the contents within this fic. This is not a nice Lezard, and if the thought of him forcing himself on Lenneth bothers you, turn back now. There's also attempted suicide in this series, and who knows what other dark elements may come on should I continue. I currently up to part eight of this series, and I hesitate to write more simply because of how I imagine this series ending.

As for the fic, it all started way back when a friend challenged me to write a story with the opening line, "She no longer cried when he made love to her." My mind quickly took a dark turn, and things rapidly spiraled out of control. This is Lezard at his worst, his most delusional, most selfish, thinking he's proving to Lenneth how much he loves her. I'm not even sure how to classify this fic, since it's not a romance. But I'll figure it out.

----Michelle

She no longer cried when he made love to her.

With a pleasure filled groan, Lezard pressed deeper into Lenneth, his eyes fixated on her face. Her platinum curls moved, the wispy strands of hair that framed her face stirred by his breath, by the force of their closeness. A moan was torn from Lenneth's lips, her hands straining against the grip he had on her slender wrists, Lezard keeping her forced down on the mattress.

Her body arched underneath his, breasts rubbing against his chest, nipples prominent and hard from his earlier attentions. Her thighs tightened around his waist, squeezing pressure as she desperately hung on to his body, breathy pants escaping her as he thrusted in and out of her. He could see the struggle in her eyes, the Valkyrie fighting against the pleasure, caught between despair and lust, not wanting to enjoy what he did to her.

"A...AH!!" She cried out, as the tip of him reached all the way deep inside of her. Lezard let out a deep, happy sigh, enjoying the way she clenched him tightly, brushing his lips against her mouth. Teeth flashed, pearl white and dangerous, the girl not accepting his kisses. Lezard didn't care, feeling his lower lip split open, spilling his blood across her mouth. The taste was in his mouth, warm and metallic, bitter even and it only caused him to move his hips faster against hers.

She loved him fiercely, an untamed tigress whose kisses could be deadly. Lezard relished the fight in her, enjoyed the power he held over her slender body. It turned him on, made his blood boil to watch her struggle so bravely, even as she gave in bit by bit. The tears were only the first thing to go, Lezard was sure other things would follow. But for now he would enjoy his small victory, one he claimed eagerly.

Yes, Lenneth no longer allowed her tears to fall, no longer stained her cheeks with their wetness. It had taken weeks to get to this point, countless hours of conditioning on her part. Endless nights, and a good portion of his days spent making love to her, claiming her as his own, breaking her spirit down bit by bit until she no longer sobbed when he touched her.

It had been pleasurable, a task Lezard had taken a shine to, gentle love making meant to ease her fears of him. It didn't always work the way he wanted it to, Lenneth still cringing away from his approach, eyes always wide and wary of him. She still attempted to struggle, to keep him off of her, Lezard relished the surge of power he felt when he held her down.

One more kiss against her lips, mouth firm and unyielding, and then he was whispering in her ear. "You belong to me." His tongue nudged out, licking her ear, as he repeated the words. "You belong to me." He always told her this, Lezard wanting Lenneth to understand that he possessed her fully, owned her body and soul. It was only a matter of time before her heart was to follow.

"Ngh...no!" Lenneth shook her head, trying to jerk her arms free of his hands. He let her, laughing as she beat her fists against his shoulders, her all too human body lacking the strength she had had as a Goddess.

"Yes..." Lezard said insistently, holding back a wince as her nails scratched across his skin. She tried to push him back but he was immovable. Laying flat on her, as though trying to sink more of his body into hers, their skin damp with sweat and rubbing against each other's front. He dropped his hands to her legs, urging them up higher on his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts.

A gasping moan from Lenneth in response, her eyes looking startled. He repositioned her legs, moving them so that they rested on the bend of his arms, even as he lowered his face to her neck. Lips kissing her throat, feeling her heart beat pounding against his mouth, rapid and fast, perhaps too fast. "Don't faint on me now..." He murmured against her skin, reluctantly slowing his thrusts. It wouldn't be the first time she had lost consciousness, the Valkyrie seeming unable to keep up with the pace he set, the amount of times he took her to his bed. Perhaps tomorrow he would let her rest, let her have the day to herself.

Lezard wondered if he could behave himself for that long, if he could really keep from touching her for a full twenty-four hours. His need for her was desperate, he loved her passionately and hard, almost fearing she would be stolen away from him. He had this constant need to touch her, to hold her in his arms, make sure she was real. "I love you so much." He said out loud, ignoring that she didn't say it back to him. "No one makes me feel the way you do!"

He was starting to feel that familiar tingle, the build up of pressure in his loins that made his hips move out of his control. Faster he pumped, dropping a hand down between their bodies, fingers stroking along her center. She let out a whimper, breath catching in her throat as his thumb brushed against her clit. Teasing circles meant to heighten her pleasure.

"St...stop!" Lenneth begged, cheeks turning red, her eyelids lowering. He ignored her, finger working faster, urging her towards release. He could feel her growing wetter yet, slicking the way for his penis, Lezard sliding in and out with practiced ease. A low keening sound from her, a whine and then she was cumming, body briefly tensing up from her orgasm. Lezard groaned, feeling her tighten all around him, body urging him to release into her. He didn't fight the feeling, shooting his fluid into her, slumping forward as his hips started to slow to a stop.

"Lenneth!" He called out her name, letting go of her legs to bring his hands up to her hair. Silk strands were caught between his fingers, Lezard tilting back her head, staring into her eyes as he went to kiss her. She was panting, Lenneth too tired to fight him, practically numb beneath him as he kissed her.

Lezard shifted, drawing out of her, hearing her moan from the sudden movement. He rolled them onto his back, his arms tight around her body, holding her trapped against his chest. He smiled, brushing his lips against her forehead, whispering to her that she had been wonderful. Lenneth didn't respond, merely lay looking up at him. He frowned at the sight of her eyes.

Though she no longer cried, her eyes still glistened with sorrow.