Three

Zarkon awoke early, as was his habit, and for a moment laid there in his bed, almost unwilling to get up. He opened his eyes and saw her still asleep, her hair fanned out on the pillow. Zarkon smirked and pulled her close, enjoying her warmth. Usually he got up right away, but perhaps today would be an exception to the rule. He deserved it after all. He nuzzled her neck and Allura moaned slightly in her sleep, as if sensing his prescence. He chuckled, amused with her response. How humiliating it would be for her - awakening in the arms of her enemy! It would be something she would never forget!
He whispered, "Wake up, princess..wake up dear.."
She moaned in her sleep. Damn the drug! It was too strong! He kissed her in frustration and still she wouldn't wake. Dammit! He did not seek to bed a dead woman. He wanted her awake and aware of him - completely. He held her awhile longer - the novelty of holding a woman close still fresh to him. After all, it had been more than three years since he had even allowed himself to be close with a woman. He rested his lips at the crook of her neck and he felt her shiver. He smirked as he thought of the trap he laid for his freakish son. It would be foolproof.
He sighed. He did need to get up and attend to business. He ran his hand caressingly across Allura's waist, willing her to awake once more. She did not of course. Ah well. He was a practical man - he did not wish to waste time. There was always time for pleasantries later. He released his hold upon her and got up, stretching. He smiled. It was time to start his new rule - today would be the day he would don his appropriate royal attire. It wasn't often one dressed for the destruction of a civilization..

Allura awoke, and for a moment, she was completely disoriented. She opened her eyes and looked up at the unfamilar ceiling. She gasped. She wasn't in the Castle of Lions - where was she? She looked down and noticed that she was not wearing her gown of last night. Instead she wore a sheer dress of purple silk. It looked like something a dancing girl would wear. She looked on her arm and noticed a pure gold bracelet upon her arm - it had a small skull's head upon it. She looked down at her wrists and found them manancled by gold chains. She sat up, completely dumbfounded. Then she remembered the night before - of Lotor, Keith - a hand over her mouth - and Zarkon! She gasped. Was she with him?
Her questions were answered just a moment later when he strolled in - just as she remembered him of old - regal, ruthless, commanding. He was not in his uniform of the past three years, he was attired in his royal attire of black, gold and blood red. He looked every inch the King Zarkon she knew of old.
He saw her awake and grinned maliciously and said, "Ah, my lovely slave awakens! "
Allura said furiously, "What am I doing here? How dare you kidnap me?"
Zarkon came over to her and laughed. "I dare much, Princess! Aren't you even grateful that I rescued you from the "evil" clutches of my demented son?"
Allura said, "Grateful! That doesn't explain - "
He grabbed her arm ruthlessly and growled, "I don't have to explain anything to you, Allura! " Then his eyes became crafty and he said, "Do you remember last night, dear? You were quite grateful to me then.."
Allura said indignantly, "I don't know what you're implying!"
His eyes flickered downward at her body and he said, "Why, you don't? We slept in each other's arms.."
His eyes glinted in delight at the horror on her face. Allura thought,..that wasn't a dream!..
Zarkon saw the look on her face and said, "Yes, we did, my dear..and might I say, it was very delightful - for the both of us!" He laughed heartily.
Allura's anger flared. He was lying! She said, "You're lying! I would have never - not with you!"
Zarkon's eyes narrowed, and he brought his face close to hers. He hissed, "This morning you were naked in my bed, princess. I could have taken you, but I had to attend to my new Empire! Don't worry, I will correct the situation very quickly!"
He kissed her roughly, his cold hands clutching at her. She gasped and tried to fight him, but the chains around her wrists impeded her fight.
She thought..new Empire?..dear god, did he take over?..
As if to answer her question, he pulled back and said, gloatingly, "I imagine you have questions, my dear slave! Well, I will be a gracious master and answer them!"
He took his hand and ran it through her loose hair. Allura shivered in revulsion.
Zarkon merely grinned and said, "Thanks to my son's rampage last night, I was able to take over your precious Alliance!"
He was gratified to see her gasp. He continued to stroke her hair and watch the shock come over her face as he told her the events of last night.
"Your leader, Akira is in a coma..Amalagamus informs me he is on life support. I may have him removed from it, or maybe not. If he lives and is in his right mind, maybe he'll fight in my roebeast games..As for the others, well - they are not a problem at the moment. The main thing is that Voltron is no more!"
Allura bit her lip and said, "You think you have us beaten? The people of the Alliance will see through your lies!"
Zarkon laughed at her said, "Dear Allura! They can do nothing! There is no Alliance, no Galaxy Garrison! I rule both! I rule all and all of you played a part in my coming to power, believing me! What fools you are!"
Allura yelled, "I never believed you!"
Zarkon took his hand and roughly caressed her face. He said in a mockingly gentle tone, "I know that, dear..but little good did it do you. I rather admire that though. I never could abide stupidity in anyone.." His eyes raked her body. "Of course, for what I have in mind for you, intelligence does not play a vital part.."
Allura gasped. "You lecherous monster!"
He chuckled. "Can you blame me? You've caused me much trouble over the years, Allura. It is only fair you repay me. I have always wondered what you would be like.."
To her disgust, he kissed her slowly, his cold lips making her shiver with revulsion.
He parted from her and said, "No wonder my son is obsessed with you. Your charms are quite intoxicating! I don't think I will throw you in the slave pits for awhile yet." he smirked. "He will definitely come to rescue his beloved!"
Allura said, "If he comes, I hope he tears you from limb to limb!"
He laughed again and said, "Don't worry, he'll come, and as usual, he'll be distracted by you, and as usual he will fail. He will die as he derserved to long ago." He leaned into her again and whispered evily, "And then when he is dead, we'll have ourselves a celebration - just the two of us.."
She turned away in disgust and he ruthlessly jerked her chin to face him.
He hissed, "You will never turn away from me, princess. Never! You had better become used to your new life here. The sooner you do, the better it will be for you - and your friends back on Arus!"
She spat back, "I'd rather die than be your wench!"
He smiled gleefully and said, "Please! Spare me your pious airs! I don't wish to hear it! I have heard it once too often from you.." He ruthlessly jerked her chin again and said, "And if you persist in doing so, I will have that tongue of yours burned out of your lovely mouth! You will need no words for what I require of you. The body has a language of it's own!" He laughed again at her terrorized face. He chortled, "Already you amuse me! Ah, what a refreshing day it has been! No more pretending.."
She said lowly, "You disgust me.." Zarkon's eyes looked down upon her mercilessly and he said, "You won't feel that way soon.." He kissed her again and this time she fought. He hissed, "Don't fight me, Allura..I have your friends on Arus. One word and I can make the remainder of their lives a living hell!" In terror she stopped and Zarkon chuckled, "Good..my slave. I think I shall start our celebration early.."
He nipped her neck and growled lowly in his throat. Allura closed her eyes, sickened by the sound. His hands gripped her roughly as he continued to kiss her.
Suddenly the comm in the room beeped, and he cursed, "Damnation! I told them not to disturb me!" He got up and answered it, dragging Allura with him. When he cut the comm off, he turned to her triumpantly and said, "Well, my dear. My son will be here shortly. We must be ready to greet him!" To her disgust, he pulled her to him and whispered, "Don't worry, we will pick where we left off.." He kissed her and dragged her off towards his throne room.

Doom Reborn - Four
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