Warning: This story contains sexually explicit descriptions. Please do not continue if you are under 18!
Irons on the events on Maelstrom.
Submitted by Tracey
The Witchblade, Sara Pezzini, Ian Nottingham, and Kenneth Irons all belong to Top Cow Productions. They're not mine, though I really wish they were...
This story's based mostly on the TV series.
Ok, this one is the highest rated story I've yet done, for graphic description and also mention and implication of rape and nonconsensual sex, violence, etc. I'm rating this one as an R because I'm getting somewhat graphic here. I'm not really sure whether to call it a "might-have-been" for Maelstrom or just Irons' musings right after the episode, but I think this fits right in-between scenes.
A note from the author - I do not condone rape or violence in any form. This is only a characterization.
The saying goes: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Maybe it should have said like a lover scorned.
I endured seeing, and feeling all that you felt, my Sara, while you lay with your lover just a night ago. I felt every touch you two exchanged, every kiss, and every sigh. I relished how you felt as he filled you and felt the rush when your orgasm washed over you. I also envied, and frankly, hated Conchobar, because he got to do what I wanted to do with you - Conchobar got to have what you denied me.
I know that you would have done ANYTHING for me if I would have aided you in getting your lover back. My only regret is that I didn't have you in my bed under me and in MY hands - me filling you, seeing with my own eyes and feeling through the Witchblade that you were poised on the point of flying apart in passion, your pretty face flushed and your hair spread out over my pillow - before I told you that I wouldn't help you. Then I would have spilled myself into you, enjoyed the dismay on your face just before you screamed your orgasm for the world to hear and afterward, tasted the salt wine of your tears as I destroyed all your hopes.
After I was done with you, I then would have tied you down, then taken you over and over again, despite any protests you might have given - and especially if it cost you Conchobar due to time running out. I would have proved to you then that I had ultimate power - over you and through you, the Witchblade - at that moment and forever.
I might even have had Ian take you and perhaps use some of his more ... exotic skills on you, too, while I watched. I already own him, heart, mind and soul - and even more than that, I have someone he treasures in my keeping... Ian would have no choice except to do as I said, in the end. I have noticed a bit of weakening in the conditioning where you are concerned, and I can't allow that to occur. Nothing, not his independent streak and not even my desire for you, must stand in the way of my possession of the Witchblade.
I have had many women - willingly and otherwise - in my time. I've broken quite a few women in my time, too. Most of them were merely my attempts at controlling the Witchblade by controlling the wielder. You are - and should not be - no different from any of the others before you to me. Power is more important than any woman to me, and you are and should be no exception
I loved the look of revulsion in your eyes as I came close to you when you begged me to save your lover. The stunned and broken look on your face when I told you I wouldn't help you aid your lover was priceless, and I wish I had had a camera.
...But why do I feel so cold inside just thinking about that last look on your beautiful face?
I don't know - but maybe, tonight, I can quash it while I sleep and tomorrow I will be back to my normal self again.
Especially now that I know that tonight, the only thing that I will feel and hear from you in my dreams is abject despair and grief. That, I've dealt with before. It's familiar, unlike this unexpected ... attraction.
Maybe, after a night's rest, things will be ...back to normal.
Maybe tomorrow.
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