The Might of His Strength, chapter 5
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scripsiTitle: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 5/?
Word Count: 960
Characters: Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell, Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Rick O’Connell
Pairings Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Imhotep, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/Imhotep/Ardeth Bay, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Rick O’Connell
Warnings: abduction, non-con, violence, magical coercion- tags are likely to be expanded as the fic continues.
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
The fic on AO3.
The kiss deepened, Imhotep’s hand in her hair loosened its grip, and he let his fingers run down her back. A flare of desire shot through Evy’s body, and then her senses returned to her. She broke the kiss and took a step back, meeting Imhotep’s eyes. He smiled down at her, but there was no warmth in his smile. Not like Rick’s smile, which always made her feel happy. That she would feel any kind of yearning for the man who had only minutes ago threatened to kill her husband was absurd. And yet she had felt it; could still feel it coiling inside her. Evy glanced at the armlet, and then at Imhotep again.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Not much. I’m only making sure you will receive me warmly. I have no wish to hurt you.”
“If that was true you would stop this now. You are already hurting me. Please leave me alone.”
“You should accept your destiny and submit to me.”
“I will never do that willingly. Whatever you do.”
“And yet you have no choice.”
When he reached for her again Evy fought him. The compulsion he had put on her grew stronger as he touched her again, putting her body on fire despite her will. But she could still fight him, to prove to herself, and him, she didn’t want it. Had Imhotep been a normal man she might very well have broken free, but his strength was too much for her, and despite her struggles, he had little trouble dragging her into the bedchamber and throwing her down on the bed. Evy tried to get up, but Imhotep only gestured, and her arms were spread wide, and invisible ropes slithered around her wrist and held her down. Imhotep’s hands skimmed over her body and her clothes fell apart and were discarded.
At the sight of her nakedness, some of Imhotep’s calm deserted him. He looked at her with a hunger which frightened her, and Evy fully expected him to assault her with no more preamble as she was now completely defenseless. Instead, he kissed her, then trailed kisses down her throat, and further below, his lips soft but insisting on her breasts. His teeth grazed her nipples and Evy could feel them harden and become more sensitive. She pressed her thighs together, furiously trying to ignore how every heartbeat pulsing through her body seemed to increase her desire. Imhotep’s touch felt like it scorched her; it felt like it must mark her with its heat. His body, heavy and muscular covered hers, and a knee nudged her legs apart. He was aroused himself now, his hard length pressing against her. Evy expected him to enter her, but he raised himself slightly, his hand skimming the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, and then she could feel fingers penetrating her, his thumb touching her where she was most sensitive. Evy moaned, trying to twist away from his touch, but somehow she only pressed herself harder against his hand. Imhotep kissed her again, a longer, deeper kiss that made her gasping for air when he released her. The relentless onslaught on her senses drove her nearer and nearer the edge. She tried to fight it, but it felt too good and she was lost, arching her back as she convulsed around his fingers.
Imhotep took her then before the last wave of pleasure had ebbed away. He moved inside her harder and without the tenderness, Rick always showed her. He claimed her body as a conqueror, not as a lover, no matter if he had ensured her pleasure before. And even so, despite the roughness Evy came again before it was over, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Afterward, Imhotep left the bed without a word. Evy’s arms were released, and she curled up into a ball, watching him standing with his back to her, unmoving, looking out of the window. Evy was bone-tired now; the day had been long and filled with unpleasant surprises. But she didn’t want to sleep before she could wash Imhotep from her body. She slipped out of bed, and even if Imhotep must have heard her move, he didn’t acknowledge it.
After washing herself, she paused and looked into the bathroom mirror. What she saw was an Evy with tangled hair and a bruised, hurt look in her eyes Evy didn’t recognised. She touched her lips, swollen from too many unwilling kisses, and almost burst into tears. To stop herself she tried to remove the hateful armet instead, even if she knew it was of no use. She soaped her wrist, trying to ease it over her hand, but it was too tight. Then she banged it against the marble basin, so hard it hurt her. It ought to have shattered; flint was easy to break, but the magic Imhotep had imbued it with had made it impossibly strong. Despite that, Evy smashed it against the basin again and again, heedless of the pain it caused her.
Then Imhotep is there, stopping her arm from another useless blow. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close. He touched her hair in a soothing caress, and Evy looked up at him in anger.
“You have no right to comfort me. No right!”
But then the tears came anyway, and she wept against Imhotep’s chest while he held her. When her sobs finally ceased, he gently washed her face with a cloth and led her back to the bed. When he lied down beside her Evy tried to push him away, but he ignored her and pulled her close to him. Too tired to fight him anymore, she fell asleep with Imhotep’s arms still around her.
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 5/?
Word Count: 960
Characters: Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell, Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Rick O’Connell
Pairings Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Imhotep, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/Imhotep/Ardeth Bay, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Rick O’Connell
Warnings: abduction, non-con, violence, magical coercion- tags are likely to be expanded as the fic continues.
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
The fic on AO3.
The kiss deepened, Imhotep’s hand in her hair loosened its grip, and he let his fingers run down her back. A flare of desire shot through Evy’s body, and then her senses returned to her. She broke the kiss and took a step back, meeting Imhotep’s eyes. He smiled down at her, but there was no warmth in his smile. Not like Rick’s smile, which always made her feel happy. That she would feel any kind of yearning for the man who had only minutes ago threatened to kill her husband was absurd. And yet she had felt it; could still feel it coiling inside her. Evy glanced at the armlet, and then at Imhotep again.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Not much. I’m only making sure you will receive me warmly. I have no wish to hurt you.”
“If that was true you would stop this now. You are already hurting me. Please leave me alone.”
“You should accept your destiny and submit to me.”
“I will never do that willingly. Whatever you do.”
“And yet you have no choice.”
When he reached for her again Evy fought him. The compulsion he had put on her grew stronger as he touched her again, putting her body on fire despite her will. But she could still fight him, to prove to herself, and him, she didn’t want it. Had Imhotep been a normal man she might very well have broken free, but his strength was too much for her, and despite her struggles, he had little trouble dragging her into the bedchamber and throwing her down on the bed. Evy tried to get up, but Imhotep only gestured, and her arms were spread wide, and invisible ropes slithered around her wrist and held her down. Imhotep’s hands skimmed over her body and her clothes fell apart and were discarded.
At the sight of her nakedness, some of Imhotep’s calm deserted him. He looked at her with a hunger which frightened her, and Evy fully expected him to assault her with no more preamble as she was now completely defenseless. Instead, he kissed her, then trailed kisses down her throat, and further below, his lips soft but insisting on her breasts. His teeth grazed her nipples and Evy could feel them harden and become more sensitive. She pressed her thighs together, furiously trying to ignore how every heartbeat pulsing through her body seemed to increase her desire. Imhotep’s touch felt like it scorched her; it felt like it must mark her with its heat. His body, heavy and muscular covered hers, and a knee nudged her legs apart. He was aroused himself now, his hard length pressing against her. Evy expected him to enter her, but he raised himself slightly, his hand skimming the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, and then she could feel fingers penetrating her, his thumb touching her where she was most sensitive. Evy moaned, trying to twist away from his touch, but somehow she only pressed herself harder against his hand. Imhotep kissed her again, a longer, deeper kiss that made her gasping for air when he released her. The relentless onslaught on her senses drove her nearer and nearer the edge. She tried to fight it, but it felt too good and she was lost, arching her back as she convulsed around his fingers.
Imhotep took her then before the last wave of pleasure had ebbed away. He moved inside her harder and without the tenderness, Rick always showed her. He claimed her body as a conqueror, not as a lover, no matter if he had ensured her pleasure before. And even so, despite the roughness Evy came again before it was over, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Afterward, Imhotep left the bed without a word. Evy’s arms were released, and she curled up into a ball, watching him standing with his back to her, unmoving, looking out of the window. Evy was bone-tired now; the day had been long and filled with unpleasant surprises. But she didn’t want to sleep before she could wash Imhotep from her body. She slipped out of bed, and even if Imhotep must have heard her move, he didn’t acknowledge it.
After washing herself, she paused and looked into the bathroom mirror. What she saw was an Evy with tangled hair and a bruised, hurt look in her eyes Evy didn’t recognised. She touched her lips, swollen from too many unwilling kisses, and almost burst into tears. To stop herself she tried to remove the hateful armet instead, even if she knew it was of no use. She soaped her wrist, trying to ease it over her hand, but it was too tight. Then she banged it against the marble basin, so hard it hurt her. It ought to have shattered; flint was easy to break, but the magic Imhotep had imbued it with had made it impossibly strong. Despite that, Evy smashed it against the basin again and again, heedless of the pain it caused her.
Then Imhotep is there, stopping her arm from another useless blow. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close. He touched her hair in a soothing caress, and Evy looked up at him in anger.
“You have no right to comfort me. No right!”
But then the tears came anyway, and she wept against Imhotep’s chest while he held her. When her sobs finally ceased, he gently washed her face with a cloth and led her back to the bed. When he lied down beside her Evy tried to push him away, but he ignored her and pulled her close to him. Too tired to fight him anymore, she fell asleep with Imhotep’s arms still around her.
