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The harem is more for the Queen than the King.

'Well home sweet, haunted looking, old, burned out building.' The girl thought while walking into her 'bedroom' for the night. She took the coat off and tossed it on to the dirty, bed-like, desk she chose to sleep on tonight. Tired, the girl sat down on a little dusty chair by the desk. The look of tiredness drops from her face, in its place is a look of fear and anger combined, for just behind her she heard the man walk into the room, his boots thudding with each step closer to her.

The thumping stopped right behind her; she felt the man's hot steamy breath on her ear, his massive hand rested on her freezing neck. She shivers as an unknown feeling courses through her body.

"I believe you have something of mine," the man's deep southern voice whispers in the girl's ear. She stiffens as the man tightened his grip on her neck, moving his other down her cold body. "But there may be a way I'll let you keep it." The girl's mind races, she knows all too well what this behemoth of a man wanted, but she cannot understand why he would want that from her.

The girl had never seen herself as good looking and especially not appealing to anyone. Sure, she has a great body- thin and pale- but to the teen girl she was anything but beautiful. The pain that shot through her neck kept her from thinking any more on the subject.

"Ta-take your coat and go, I-I didn't take anything out of it-I swear I didn't." The girl says in a quick, fearful voice. She does not want to give this man what he wants; only once, in her eighteen years alive, had she ever let a member of the opposite sex have that.

The black haired maiden heard the large man chuckle behind her, "it's not like you have a choice in the matter." The girl had never felt the mixture of things that is flowing through her body now, fear of this man, excitement for the rush going through her, anger, hate, love, all of these feelings because of this seemingly mortal man. She cannot move, he made sure of that; she wanted him to leave her alone, but at the same time, she wants more. The girl is in conflict with herself.

The man is so close to the girl, the back of the chair is the only thing keeping their bodies from touching. The man stands, seemingly to walk away, the girl knows better; he steps to the side of her. His hand leaves her neck and travels down to her slim waist to meet his other. His grip tightens when the girl starts to move, but delicately, as if he did not want to hurt her. He pulls her body out of the chair, pulling her to him- her back against his chest.

The girl cannot stand being this way; his scent is making her wild, she feels like a caged animal waiting, wanting to be free. Her body is stiff, rigged in fear. The man seams not to be more than mortal. His body heat is non-excitant to her; he is cold, more so than her, but the thoughts of what he could be never formed in her mind. She cannot think about anything but the closeness of his body, his hands now touching her stomach. She feels only him, not the cold rain, not the mix of feelings she had just minutes ago; all she feels is the large scary man behind her.

The man seemed to be waiting for something from her. He wanted her to take him willingly, but she seemed to be in a limbo: to want him or not to want him. He wants her now, he knows her desire for him; they need and want the same as the other. He moves his lips down her neck, kissing it; he feels her shiver beneath them. He stops at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, he licks it, bites it, his eyes watching her every move. The girl cannot suppress the moans that are escaping from her lips, her head moves to the side giving him full access to her; her minds wants her to stop him, but her body wants him to continue.

The young woman can feel a power coming from this man in waves; he takes her thoughts from her mind, her blood from her body.

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