|A Little Love Bite
Yet another Lemon fanfic by RVincent
This is my first attempt at a Zel x
Amelia fanfic so take that into account before you ream me. Standard
fanfiction disclaimers apply, I do not own Slayers nor claim to. I
mean no insidious copyright infringement and am using the characters
only for the enjoyment of myself and other fans with no attempts at
profit being made whatsoever. This fanfic can be distributed far and
wide providing the content is not changed and credit is given where
credit is due. Secondly, this fanfic contains adults only material.
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Thank you for making it through the
opening. Hopefully you enjoy this fanfic though it does get a little
dark toward the end, and thanks for reading!
*****************(I love snowflake openings!)*****************
Suffice it to say,
stomping through the middle of a tropical forest was not the way
Amelia would have chosen to spend summer’s hottest days. Heat she
could deal with, their journeys through the desert had proven that.
And the humidity along the shoreline had been more than tolerable.
But the combination of both, the oppressive feeling of the
atmosphere whenever she swung her arms or took a breath, it was
almost too much.
“Mr. Zelgadiss…” She huffed out,
adjusting the strap on her backpack and stopping for a moment.
Amelia watched him take a few more steps before finally slowing and
all together halting his pace.
“What is it Amelia…?” He didn’t even
bother to turn and face her.
She noticed that despite his heavy
cloak and cape not a drop of sweat had bled through. Whereas upon
looking down at herself she was sure she could wring enough sweat
out of her clothes to fill a kiddy pool. “I was thinking, it’s about
noon…” She wiped her hair from her eyes and looked skyward through
the canopy of leaves overhead to confirm the time with the position
of the sun, “I think we should take a break…” Rather than her normal
suggestion of rest, her tone carried with it some extra firepower
saying instead, We need to take a break…
Zelgadiss picked up on her mood and
cast his own gaze skyward. For a moment her seemed to be considering
her suggestion but sighed dismissively, “Just a little further
Amelia, we’re almost there…” Without another word he picked his pace
up right where he’d left off, leaving Amelia fuming and sweating
Still, she knew that getting upset
wasn’t going to solve a thing, and if Zelgadiss had said they were
almost there, she had no reason to doubt him. He wasn’t the type to
lie if only to drive her on. They had after all been traveling on
their current quest for well over a month and this was the first
time he mentioned they were closing in at all, let alone almost
there. Amelia swallowed hard and grabbed the flask from her side,
drinking heavily from it, dismissing the impulse to conserve the
water for once.
Suddenly Amelia lashed out, smacking
her shoulder as she felt another fly bite deeply into her flesh.
Miserable, but with the slightest glimmer of hope she continued on
trudging after Zelgadiss. The path was only a path at all because
Zelgadiss had made it that way. Beneath their feet lie an old stone
roadway but it had lain in neglect so long that trees thicker than
her waist sprung up between the stones, making for a hazardous
walking surface. It was however better than walking even a few feet
off the road where the foliage was so thick that you could walk off
a cliff without even realizing it. At least the cobblestones kept
most of the nettles and thistles out of her path and Zelgadiss with
his sword kept most of the others at bay.
The fact remained though that she was
utterly sick of their latest adventure. Leave it to her to
decide to track down Zelgadiss after all this time just to head off
into some hellacious humid forest. She wiped the sweat again from
her head as she ducked beneath a limb that extended over the path.
It had been nearly a year since the two of them had been involved in
the great battle against Dark Star but nothing had changed. She gave
Zelgadiss the space she thought he needed but he was the same
stubborn man he‘d always been. She wished Lina was here, or Gourry,
or even Xelloss, someone… Being around Zelgadiss for so long was
starting to get her down.
Tripping and nearly falling she
caught herself against a tree trunk. It was a moot point though,
without wavering she picked up her pace to compensate for the
momentary delay the stumble had caused. She sputtered out a deep
breath through her lips, her sweat spraying off in tiny droplets.
Her arms were red from pushing aside branches and from the
irritating oils of leaves brushing up against her. And her outfit
was in the greatest degree of dishevelment that she could ever
remember, torn with green stains covering it from brutally slain
foliage, and adorned by heavy sweat stains beneath the arms. The
saddest part was that the spare she carried in her backpack was in a
significantly more dilapidated sate. Worse yet there had not been
nor did there look to be any water in sight forcing her to wear the
same outfit day in and day out.
Up ahead she saw Zelgadiss stop
abruptly. Seizing the moment she stopped as well to catch her breath
“I think we’re here….”
Amelia immediately spit out her
water, “Wha-what?!” She called out, hustling foreword, for once not
feeling inhibited by the oppressive weight of the backpack. She
caught up to Zelgadiss, looking around frantically but she didn‘t
notice anything special, “I don’t see anything….”
She trailed off as Zelgadiss chimed
in, “Listen.” So Amelia went silent and they both stood there for a
few moments. Beyond the occasional buzzing of insects by her ears,
and the intermittent hooting of the indigenous wildlife though
Amelia couldn’t hear anything. She was about to say just that when,
at the edge of her hearing, she picked up a familiar sound. Muffled
by echoing between hundreds of trees and through brambles and briars
she finally picked up on a wonderfully memorable sound.
Zelgadiss picked up on her smile,
“Can you hear the waterfall?”
Amelia nodded so hard it looked like
her head might come off, “Uh huh!” Looking around though all she
could see was forest, “Where is it?”
“We just keep following the road…”
Zelgadiss pointed down for emphasis. “It can’t be that far now.”
“Well, let’s hurry up and get there!”
Amelia shouted, taking the lead for the first time in days. Suddenly
Zelgadiss felt magical energy gather up ahead of him, he was about
to call out when he realized the source was actually Amelia, “Blam
Gush!” She called out extending her hands foreword.
The current of air generated was
strong enough to rip the smaller plants out from the roots and send
them airborne. It stripped leaves from trees and tore off their
smaller branches. All in all it proved to be an effective way for
Amelia to clear her path, “I didn’t even know Amelia knew that
spell..” Zelgadiss mumbled through the roaring of wind as he tried
to keep up with the accelerating princess amidst a maelstrom of
plant parts raining down from above.
The chaos died down rapidly and soon
enough the two of them broke out from the forest and into a
clearing. Amelia stopped dead in her tracks, “Water!” She cried out
throwing down her backpack and damning modesty by throwing off her
shirt before jumping into the pool of water before her with just her
bra covering her torso. Zelgadiss’ eyes went wide but he didn’t say
anything, instead trying to distract himself from a suddenly playful
and happy Amelia by taking in his surroundings.
Before him stood a modest waterfall
maybe 10 meters high. And beneath it was a large pool where the
falling waters had etched out the reasonable swimming hole that
Amelia was taking advantage of at the moment. She was alternating
between dog paddling in tight circles and backstroking her way
across the water. He had to smile as he caught sight of her again.
He refocused quickly enough, bringing his attention back to the
matter at hand. The path that they had been following seemingly
forever spread out into a semi-circle to meet the riverfront. Over
the years the river had expanded and erosion had since caused the
stones that at one time butted up against the river to fall into the
river and become consumed by it, but that wasn’t what Zelgadiss was
“Come on in Mr. Zelgadiss, the
water’s great!” Amelia called out splashing around but for the
moment honestly not caring if he joined her or not.
He waved her off, “Maybe later..”
Walking up to the river her followed the bank along to the base of
the waterfall. It looked to have been formed through some sort of
tectonic activity as the height of it was matched by the land all
around it. On reflex he cast a Ray Wing on himself and ascended to
the top of the waterfall. Finally looking around he found what he
was looking for. Ruins. If he hadn’t have been looking for them
though they may have gone unnoticed. The level of overgrowth in the
area was phenomenal and not a single one of the structures were
standing over a meter tall, likely knocked down by the local seismic
activity. And here he was worried that the city might not even
As usual it was his hope that maybe
the city would reveal something to him about a possible cure. It had
been famous in antiquity for having a great army of chimeras, among
them some based on a human template such as himself. Zelgadiss
sighed out though looking at the task ahead of him, the weeks or
months that it would take to comb the ruins for information and then
there was the depressing reality that the likelihood of finding
anything useful was, as usual, nil. Being one of a kind never hurt
so much. Still, he managed a smile at the thought of Amelia, and how
much faster things would go with her help.
Walking over to the edge of the
waterfall he casually jumped from the cliff and landed solidly on
the ground, his impact sending deep vibrations through the ground
and into the water causing Amelia to turn slightly at the sensation.
“So, are we done already?” Amelia called out, half sarcastic and
Zelgadiss answered her question with
the knowledge he just acquired, “The city is right up there.” He
said pointing above, then seeing her suddenly disheartened look he
added, “We can start looking it over tomorrow though, no hurry.”
He got a splash of water in his
direction as a reply, “You better believe it can wait till tomorrow,
I’m not getting out of this water until that smell I got over the
last few days goes away…”
Wisely Zelgadiss chose not to comment
on that particular smell, a combination of soiled mattresses with
wet feet and dog hair. At times it had hardly been tolerable even to
his stout sense of smell. Watching her, he realized that she had at
some time kicked her pants off too, leaving her swimming in just her
underwear. Quickly he adverted his gaze to the ground and stumbled
over to her backpack picking it up. “I’ll go set up camp then….”
She was either ignoring him or her
ears were too full of water for her to hear clearly, but he turned
back to her just in time to catch her dive fully under water. He
sighed to himself but had to admit that a quick dip in some cool
water would feel pretty good about now. Looking at the river another
thought occurred to him, and he quickly decided to make a boat
during their time searching the ruins. Just riding the river back to
the coast would make their return trip considerably more pleasant.
He hauled the backpack up and started hiking over to a clear area by
the river some distance away. It was shaded from the sun by a
remarkably tall tree overhead but still a good enough distance from
the forest to afford some protection from scavenging wildlife and
insects excellent features in a campsite.
Silently he started to setup camp.
Just the occasional splash from Amelia and the thrumming sound of
water dropping making up the ambiance. He pulled his tent from his
pack and unfolded it. Driving a few stakes into the ground with the
flat of his hand before getting inside it and propping it up with a
few poles to make it hold its form. Satisfied he turned his
attention to Amelia’s pack. He pulled out her tent, it wasn’t folded
up at all, just jammed in there. It wasn’t like Amelia at all.
Zelgadiss thought about it for a minute, reassessing his thoughts of
how miserable she might have been over the last few days before
starting to setup her tent as well, vowing to take it easy on her
Zelgadiss laughed a
little to himself as he stoked the fire, “Finally out of the water I
see.” Amelia timidly walked up to the campsite shaking the wetness
out of her hair and trying her best to cover her chest and hips with
her wet pants.
“You could have at least left me a
towel, I was yelling for you to throw me one!” She cried out in mock
Zelgadiss scoffed, “I was busy
stoking the fire.” He said as if it had the highest degree of
importance in the world.
Sighing, Amelia walked over to her
backpack and bent over to root through it, drawing Zelgadiss’ eye.
He quickly turned away though, ashamed of himself for even looking
despite the brevity of it. Eventually Amelia came back with a towel
covering all of her important bits and took a spot on the ground
near the fire. The sun had already set behind the trees though it
was likely still a little ways away from the horizon. For the first
time in days though Amelia felt cool and relaxed so she let herself
drop back onto the palms of her hands, stretching out her feet and
taking a deep breath.
“So, did you enjoy your swim?”
The question caught Amelia off guard,
“Yeah.. I did….” She replied, sinking down a little more and pulling
her feet back from the fire. “..and tomorrow I’ll have some clean
clothes again!” She rolled off her hands and sat up again, going
over to her pack and pulling out some of her disheveled clothes
before wrinkling her nose at them.
“Maybe you should just burn them…”
Zelgadiss commented wryly as he took in her expression of disgust.
“Do you have to make a sarcastic
comment about everything?” Amelia snapped, dropping her sullied
shirt atop her pack and giving Zelgadiss a embittered look.
“Feh… and here I was trying to be
empathetic for once…” He muttered to himself more than her. She
scowled at him and he realized he’d pressed the wrong buttons again
just as passionately as ever. Amelia stared him down for a moment,
maybe expecting an apology, or something. Neither was forthcoming
and with a huff she crawled into her tent without so much as another
word. Knowing how stubborn she could be, he doubted she would be out
again till dawn. And the next morning he could look forward to her
flying out of the tent frantically searching for a place to use the
bathroom and acting like nothing had happened the night before. He
sighed loudly, she really was a piece of work at times. Honestly he
blamed Lina, she managed to have quite the effect on the princess as
far as he could tell.
Zelgadiss stretched out and grabbed a
nearby stick. Reaching out with it and giving the fire a poke he
toppled some precariously stacked logs deeper into the inferno. As
the sky darkened, the dancing flames cast ghostly patterns across
his stone plates, some reflecting the light entirely mirror-like and
others absorbing the light leaving pools of shadows. He leaned back
slightly, looking over his cursed form and thinking yet again about
his quest. Dwelling on the futility of it, all indicators so far
pointed to him being just as crazy as Rezo for believing that such a
procedure could be reversed. But he couldn’t bear to just lie down
and take it like that. Still, he had to wonder, what would be the
final straw that would allow him to give up on his quest, should he
have given up already? Amelia’s feelings for him were obvious…. Then
again he couldn’t just consider her, she had a whole kingdom behind
her. Phil seemed to be the understanding type but no one would be
delusional enough to let their daughter get married a monster.
He reached out again and grabbed a
small stone, tossing it into one of the logs sending up a small
firestorm of burning embers swirling into the cyclone of heat above
the blaze. Cursing himself for stringing her along this far, he
wouldn’t be able to hide behind feigning ignorance much longer and
he had to wonder which of them would be forced to break it off.
As the night grew longer Zelgadiss
finally had his fill of depressing himself. Adding a few more logs
to the fire to keep it burning through the night he made his way to
his own bed and was surprised to hear Amelia still fumbling around
in her tent this late in the night. He did have his suspicion though
as to what she was up to. Picking up the flap to his tent, Zelgadiss
moved inside and closed it behind him. No sooner did his head hit
the pillow then he heard Amelia rush out of her tent, “Couldn’t hold
it till morning…” He chuckled to himself as he turned over to let
sleep take him for the night.
Sure it was hot. It
had been hot for the last couple weeks. But at least the breeze
blowing off the water made it more tolerable. Nevertheless, Amelia
was sweating profusely carrying stone tablets between the camp and
the ruins. Zelgadiss hadn’t asked her to do it but she could tell it
was just about the only thing she could do. After all, she couldn’t
read a word of whatever dead language was inscribed on them so she
wasn’t much help on the thinking side of things so that switched her
to being the muscle.
Of course their camp being at the
bottom of the waterfall only made her job all the more difficult.
Even a simple spell like Ray Wing could really put a drain on anyone
who’d cast it as many times as she had in one day. After delivering
her most recent stack of tablets to the campsite she made her way
back over to the waterfall. Deciding that it was time for a break
she let herself drop down on one of the smooth rocks close to the
water with an ’Oomph’. Letting the spray from the rushing water cool
her skin, Amelia couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. Leaning
back more on the rock, the wet breeze soaked her skin satisfyingly.
She opened her eyes after some time,
looking all around the forest that surrounded her. Lush, green, and
full of vines and biting insects…. She practically squealed when
Zelgadiss revealed his plan to ride a boat back down river which
meant avoiding another month of that hell. Or at best two weeks.
Refreshed, she turned a bit on her butt and bent over toward the
water, cupping some between her hands and splashing it up on her
face before getting ready to head up the cliff again. Something
caught her eye though. In the cliff face near the waterfall she
noticed a fist-sized hole. The rock around it was eroded, but there
appeared to be some markings like the language on the tablets.
Curious Amelia took a few steps
toward it and tried to look inside. There was something silver deep
in the recesses of it. She paused a moment thinking, the fact that
it could be a switch or something equally interesting burned at her
mind weakly. Her interest piqued she gingerly reached into the hole,
the cold stone all around her arm feeling nice. She felt around for
a moment and felt something odd, slippery, and warm. Her mind still
going over the new sensations she didn’t have time to react.
Suddenly she cried out. Throbbing pain thundering down her arm and
into her chest. “Ahhh!!!” She tumbled back away from the hole as an
acrid stench tore like fish hooks into her nostrils.
She couldn’t move her arm, like
someone had taken a hammer to her funny bone. Tears came to her eyes
and she growled out as she grabbed her limp right hand with her good
arm and brought it up to take a look at it, forcing her way through
the pain. Sure enough the set of bite marks were indicative of her
attacker. Six pin-pricks of blood welled up on her skin. Her vision tumbled around and she found herself laid out
on the ground. “Zelgadiss…” She cried out at half of what she hoped
to manage, feeling her chest seize up slightly. Trying to sit up,
Amelia could barely make it upright before her physical abilities
started to flounder. Sitting upright she quickly found was too much
for her but before her body passed out again she gave up, letting
herself drop hard on her back, “Zelllgadissss!” She cried out, this
time more forcefully.
Feeling herself growing weaker she
started to panic, calling out as loudly as she could every time she
could muster the breath. And suddenly she could hear him, just over
the top of the waterfall, “What is it Amelia, I’m kind of busy…” He
trailed off as he continued his approach, he sounded annoyed but
there was a note of worry there too.
“Zelgadiss down here!” Amelia yelled
out with more force than any of her previous attempts, desperate to
draw his attention.
“Amelia!” He shouted out, feeling the
tremor to her voice and the urgency there. He rushed foreword and
leapt from the top of the cliff, drawing his sword and landing in a
partial run frantically looking around. Quickly he spotted her,
shivering, and sheathed his sword, rushing to her side.
Before Zelgadiss could even ask the
question, the answer was on her lips, “I think... a cockatrice just
bit me...” Hoping against hope she was wrong he twitched his
nostrils and sure enough he detected the faint odor indicative of
the accursed serpent-like creature . Acting quickly he reached down
and scooped her up in his arms, rushing away with her to their
campsite, it was the only thing he could think to do.
“I… I just thought that there might
have been a switch or something… there was this hole…” Amelia’s
voice trailed off as she tried to justify her actions, but she was
having a hard time concentrating.
“Amelia, don’t talk…” Zelgadiss tried
to hold it together for her sake but she had just been served a
death sentence. He’d seen it before, the cockatrice’s poisons at
work. A combination of magic and physical poisons, rapidly fatal,
and only treatable by a specific spell combined with secretive
“It’ll be okay Zelgadiss…. don’t
worry…” She managed a weak smile and he held her all the tighter for
it, already arriving at their camp Zelgadiss threw her tent flap out
of the way and laid her inside on her bed roll.
“Just relax… just relax…” He stroked
her hair as comforting as he knew how, trying to reassure.
“...I... I can feel my heart beat...
But I keep thinking it’s just not going to beat again…” She clenched
her eyelids shut trying to hold back tears but failing, “…but I feel
really light... and happy that I’m with you...” Gently she reached
out with her good hand to caress Zelgadiss’ face, tremors marring
her attempts at gentle movements, “I love you...Zelgadiss.”
He struggled to hold back the tears,
“I know…” He responded simply, unsure how to reply.
Amelia could feel him tensing,
“There’s nothing you can do…” She managed out as strongly as
possible, her voice breaking from the effort but hardly coming out
louder than normal conversational volume. He sniffled, still trying
to keep his emotions in check so Amelia continued, “… and if you
thought there was anything you could do, you would have tried it
back there instead of wasting the time to bring to my tent… face it…
we’re in the middle of nowhere…” She had to pause to take a deep
breath, satisfied that, for once, Zelgadiss didn’t interrupt her,
“You wanted to make me comfortable… Unless you do have some antidote
on you, we both know conventional magic is won‘t work…at least you
can stay with me to the end…”
Zelgadiss tensed, his expression more
serious, “I know…. I still have to try though…” Seeing her nod he
moved himself behind her, putting her head in his lap. She smiled
but Zelgadiss had his eyes closed in preparation. Purposefully he
put his hands out in front of himself over Amelia’s chest, just
centimeters from her shirt. She could hear him chanting under his
breath, over and over, his powers gathering in his palms causing
them to glow a dim azure.
His eyes snapped open as he heard
Amelia gasp out. He could make out her jaw muscles clenching beneath
her tight skin, her body squirming, “It hurts…” She squeaked out, he
kept it up just a moment longer, just to be sure it was doing no
good. And that was it. Zelgadiss turned his head downcast, trying to
casually wipe away the tears. Looking right into Amelia’s eyes, she
giggled softly, “…you look kind of funny upside down…”
Cracking a smile for her benefit he
moved again to lie down next to the dying Princess. She tried to
shift onto her side to meet him but failed, instead tilting her head
up so their eyes would meet, “..p...pplease don’t cry.. I don‘t
think either of us expected it to work…” She sobbed out, her own
lips quivering, as much from emotions as from the poison in her
system. Zelgadiss knew what she wanted, he could feel her
desperately trying to inch up from where she laid, but he still
waited, still afraid to make the first move in what was to be their
final time together. He let her struggle, cursing himself the whole
time, her exhaustion apparent, and still he tried to pretend to be
oblivious until, “…just a kiss… …before I go…”
Finally he was able to push his own
selfishness aside. This was something that he had to do for her at
least once. “Are.. Are you sure…” He asked, giving himself one out
before committing to the act. She nodded meekly and he tilted his
head down slightly. Their lips slightly touching he slid his against
hers side to side. Their dry lips sliding smoothly past one another
until he tilted his head forward a bit more, pressing them together
stronger. The delicate smell of wet stone tickling at her senses.
Amelia opened her eyes, their gazes locking yet again as she pressed
forward with strength Zelgadiss was sure she had lost.
“Please!” She called out in
desperation as he broke the kiss. Zelgadiss could tell something was
different, she was frantic. “…just…” The movement in her good hand
caught Zelgadiss’ eye. She moved it lower, trying to pass the waist
band of her pants but crying out sadly as she realized it was a
futile effort. She started to try and use the other arm to help but
it was completely useless by now. “…with me… before I die… I want to
just… I want to be with you…I want to give it to you…”
Zelgadiss’ couldn‘t blink back the
burning in his eyes, here she was ready to die and the last thing
It sickened him that he hadn’t done
something earlier, when it would have mattered, without her life
forfeit for it, “It’s all my fault…” He muttered out, the familiar
feeling of regret taking him away from the pain that he had been
feeling, and to something he was used to. But he couldn’t hide his
tears any longer and what disgusted him all the more was that he was
struggling to find a way to deny her request.
Carefully he reached around her body
and pulled her closer to him, pulling her up in the process, her
face almost even with his own. Then, he moved in slowly, letting
himself go as much as he could in the kiss. Trying to get carried
away he stroked his hand across her flank, the stone texture pulling
over the cloth, making a gentle sanding sound as he repeated the
movement again and again. Working up the nerve but still completely
unsure as to how far he could make himself go he asked softly, his
voice trying to match hers, “Are you sure, I mean… I…” He hadn’t
planned any further than that and whatever thought he had died as
Amelia forced a smile, her breathing slightly more ragged now.
She nodded her head gently up and
down, blushing and turning her gaze downward, “…I don’t care if it
His face wilted as he tried to commit
himself to the act. Sitting up he looked around the tent, it was
bright, the sun was high in the sky, and it was hot. He folded the
flap of the tent fully up to get some breeze, amazed that it could
still be so lush and gorgeous outside despite what was going on.
Zelgadiss felt like nature itself should acknowledge the despair, it
should be raining, the sun should be blotted out the world should be
in mourning. Pulling himself from his brooding he turned back to
Amelia who was again pushing at her pants and fumbling with the
drawstring. He could tell the poison
was working rapidly, her movements were jerky and there was no
strength behind them, but her eyes were still full of love and
“Okay Amelia..” He could hardly
believe he agreed but seeing her smile at least made him feel like
he might be doing the right thing.
Seeing the look of frustration return
to her though he opted to help her with her pants. Timidly at first
he reached out, grasping the waist band tentatively, acutely aware
of her frail condition, “Thanks.” She managed out. He swallowed hard
as he pulled the drawstring on her pants and pulled them gently down
around her knees. He took a moment to remove her boots, tossing them
outside the open flap, before pulling her pants fully from her body.
She tried to hold her legs upright but they fell back to the ground
quickly. Seeing her pleading look he quickly reached to her midriff
and grasped the bottom of her shirt as well, puling it up and with
some effort, over her head. She was able to move her good arm back
to her side but her other arm laid there limply. He reached up and
carefully moved it back to her side, “d-don’t worry… it doesn’t
hurt..” She breathed out trying to ease his worry.
A few tears from his face dropped
upon her chest as he leaned over her. Watching them land she sobbed
out slightly, realizing that she couldn’t feel them or even his
rough hands on her skin any longer. And the numbness was spreading,
“….please hurry Zelgadiss…” Sensing the urgency he reached down and
tore her bra apart in the middle, not wanting to hassle with
removing it the correct way and ripped her panties off in a similar
manner. He sat back off her fully on his knees. Embarrassed as she
could be, blushing lightly she had to ask, “…am I pretty..?” She
should have known she was, but now she was with the only person
whose opinion mattered. Her pulse quickened as much as the poison
would allow and she tired her best to spread her legs for him to get
a better look but failed after lifting them only slightly.
“You’re beautiful Amelia… you-you’re
the most beautiful woman in the whole world…” Zelgadiss croaked out,
“I wish I could have told you sooner…” The best smile she could
muster though only involved half of her face, the other a mute
reminder to her rapidly slipping health. Seeing this Zelgadiss
pulled his own shirt off, and dropped onto his butt to get his pants
off. Amelia tried to laugh but it hardly came out as a huff.
They were both rushing now, and soon
enough the moment was upon them. Poised, a hand on each side of her
body and his body over hers, he couldn’t go any further. Even if the
mind was willing, the body was not. He hung there flaccid over her
entrance, cursing everything in existence. Amelia though remained
ignorant of his problem, she had no prior experience in the workings
of the male anatomy but tried to spur him simply for the sake of
making him enjoy himself.
“…let’s make a baby… Zelgadiss…” She
muttered out. Gently but with all the strength she could muster,
Amelia reached out with her good hand and lifted it just enough to
touch Zelgadiss’ girth. She tried to encircle it, only a few of her
fingers opening away from her hand. Then she tried again, and again…
a curiosity accompanying her touch that she couldn't satisfy by
“Are you ready Amelia?” Finally half
erect from Amelia’s words running loops through his head he tried to
focus on how much she wanted him. He let his eyes trail away
from her face, and over her chest, taking in her perfect feminine
form before guiltily looking back into her loving eyes.
“…yes… oh gods yes Zelgadiss…”
Reaching down he grabbed himself and
directed himself toward her opening. It was hardly wet but it would
do. Tenderly he worked his head up and down along her lips before
working it in up to the head. He moved in and out a few times, each
thrust sinking himself further into her warmth. “Oh..” She called
out as loudly as she could, “…I can feel it…I can feel it…” She was
crying again, “I-I… it’s all I can feel… you inside me…”
Zelgadiss smiled, his tears catching
in the corners of his mouth leaving their salty bitter taste fully
in his senses. “Amelia… I… I love you too…”
Her eyes started to loose their focus
but she clearly heard the message, “..i… know…” She struggled out,
giving the smuggest look she could manage, “… now let’s make that
Zelgadiss had been moving slowly in
and out the whole time, afraid of loosing his erection but now
doubled his efforts. She wasn’t even pretending to look at him any
more, her sightless eyes focused on the ceiling of the tent,
muttering out proclamations of love with all of her might, the
faintest of whispers to Zelgadiss’ ears.
Finally he grabbed her as tightly as
he would allow himself around her waist and pulled her against him,
shooting off inside her, grunting and crying out. Hearing his name
on her lips for what might be the last time. Quickly coming down
from his orgasmic high he was unbelievably relieved just to find her
still breathing. She still had enough feeling to know he pulled out,
“…nooo…” She wined weakly, “…i want you to stay inside me…”
He swallowed hard and reached down,
putting his member against her slick opening, feeling his seed
falling out of it against the head before pushing it back inside. He
didn’t have the heart to argue or point out that he was already
half-soft and would fall out shortly.
“…did we make a baby Zelgadiss…” She
struggled out as if each breath might be her last.
“Yeah… we did…” He responded after a
moment of pause, not wanting to remind her that it didn’t matter
“I-I’ll have to intro…duce you to
them… in the … afterlife…” She swallowed weakly, her breathing
becoming more shallow with each breath. Laying atop her Zelgadiss
could feel her heartbeat weaken, her breathing slow, and finally,
stop all together…
Not getting up, not moving, Zelgadiss
laid there, staying inside her for as long as he could before
finally moving away from the Defender of Justice, crying the rest of
the night away, full of regret… remorse… and shame…
hard, sniffling and wiping his raw eyes before throwing another rock
into the fire with ballistic force. He leaned back again against the
log to his side before looking off into the night sky yet again.
Watching the firefly embers ascend to the heavens just as Amelia had
just a few hours before. He looked back over to her tent, silent,
“What am I supposed to do… what could I have done…” Briefly he dug
his fingers into the soil at his side, balling up some of it into
the palm of his hand before letting his fingers go slack again.
For awhile he’d debated on taking her
body back to Saillune but that mental struggle was short lived. His
selfish self had re-surfaced in short order. He would bury her here.
He would deny her father the right to bury her himself, Zelgadiss
knew he wouldn’t be able to admit to the man anything had happened
and he hoped that no one would recognize that the two of them had
been traveling together. They had left Saillune quietly enough and
Zelgadiss hoped that perhaps he could get out of this traumatic
situation without a death sentence on his own head.
“How’d everything go…. So wrong…” Yet
again he asked himself the same question. The tablets that Amelia
had carried over to the camp so meticulously for him earlier lay
scattered all around the fire, in the brief fit of rage he’d
experienced before settling into grief he’d shattered them for the
most part, spectacularly useless. He’d known within minutes of
searching the ruins that there was no hope to be found there, and he
cursed himself for not packing up camp then, if only… then he could
have avoided all of this. Almost from the first tablet he recognized
the same thing he’d always seen, methods of creating a golem, for
creating chimeras, there was no special ancient magic, no lost
techniques for reversing it, it was always the same….
That’s what it took though, he could
finally admit to himself that it was hopeless, that it was time to
give up. Earlier he’d wondered to himself what it would take, and
apparently he’d reached his limit. He sighed heavily, realizing that
he had somehow started crying again despite his best attempts to
think about something other than her. Involuntarily his head pivoted
around to her tent, as if she might wake up. Not asleep though he
reminded himself, she was dead. More regrets bubbled into his head,
not learning Resurrection, not learning the spell to counter the
cockatrices poison, not carrying the anti-venom with him,
Bringing Amelia with him.
He shivered at the thought. He
couldn’t divert the blame this time. He wanted to blame it on Rezo
and his quest for a cure. But Zelgadiss had to admit to himself that
even he wasn’t that deluded yet.
Wearily he pushed himself to his feet
groaning. He had work to do and it wasn’t as if he would be able to
sleep soon. Silently against the backdrop of shrill echoes emanating
all around him from the forest he made his way over to Amelia’s
tent. Just shy of the entrance he stopped, bracing himself. Before
slowly pushing the flap aside. Just as he had left her, naked, she
lie on the floor. Just barely he could make out her feet and legs
clearly, but he had built the fire some distance away, and the
canopy of leaves directly overhead blotted out the moonlight.
He resisted for a moment, she was
dead, it didn’t matter. He reached into the darkness grasping her
ankles and gave them a pull, moving her body from the depression it
created in the blanket. He gave another pull and straightened
himself, getting her entirely out of the tent, dragging her out onto
the grass. Her hands had dragged themselves over her head, her hair
splaying out behind her as her naked chest was pulled into the light
of the fire. That was as far as Zelgadiss could make it though, not
from some physical exhaustion but the burden of thought pulling on
him, dragging him down with every moment.
Sobbing out again he tried to look
away from the princess, dropping onto his butt and looking out
toward the fire. There was no solution. Again he turned but this
time he allowed himself to look her over fully. Marveling at her
beauty, the delicate shade of her skin by the firelight, the toned
muscles in her arms and legs showing she didn’t take life as easy
and most princess’. “Oh Amelia…” Zelgadiss blurted out suddenly
overcome anew, “I’m so sorry for all of this… I knew how you felt
about me all along and I kept…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish
it, instead letting his muscles loose, collapsing forward on
“I just… wish…” Zelgadiss settled
back, propping himself up with his hands, again leaving himself to
his thoughts. He wanted to confess his love, to tell Amelia that he
loved her all along, and after his confession, she would
miraculously come back to life. At least that’s what he thought he
should do, he really didn’t know if it was love at all but he cared
for her strong enough, still… even after what they had done. He
growled to himself, he’d never been honest with himself about
anything. Lying to himself, constantly, masking his emotions and
pushing them deeper and deeper instead of even thinking about them.
“I… love you Amelia.”
It was rushed. He had to say the
words before he lost his nerve and pushed them deeper. He listened
intently, as if the echoes in the air would remind him that he said
it at all. He looked over her body for a response. But as his
roaming eyes took in her smooth skin he was struck by the most vile
of impulses, physically shuddering at the thought before turning
He didn’t need that kind of
temptation. He knew from experience that a vile thought once sown
could still grow in even the most intimidating of climates. Quickly
he got to his feet and moved the short distance over to the fire to
sit once again, but as the night grew longer he felt his regrets
worsen. More than he had felt in a long time. Time continued to pass
though and just as night was turning to day, the dew of the morning
clinging to his stone skin, he heard something. Scavengers, the
thought rocketed through his mind, Amelia’s body being consumed by
some hungry creature as he sat idly by. Immediately on his feet he
crossed the distance in two galloping steps, only to be perplexed.
“How’d her hand get under her head…” Then, a shimmer of hope.
“Amelia!” He called out, dropping to
one knee and shaking her lightly. Her breasts jiggling slightly from
the movement. He called out again, more forcefully this time,
“Amelia!” There, he saw it this time, her eye twitching. Or his eyes
playing tricks on him. He tried to calm himself. Dropping down fully
onto his behind before trying again this time more softly. “Come on
Amelia… I knew you couldn’t be dead…” He trailed off, rubbing his
thumb along he cheek. She was warm.
Zelgadiss’ eyes widened at the
revelation. With slight trepidation he bent over, putting his ear
over her breast. Faintly he heard it, she was alive. “Amelia…. Oh
Amelia! I knew it!” He looked her over one more time then sprinted
off, coming back a moment later with a pillow and a sheet to cover
her with, his foot catching in the tent and ripping it from its
posts in the process of him rushing out. He lifted her head
slightly, forcing the soft mass beneath her before draping the
blanket over her. Cautiously he decided to give the healing spell
another try, muttering softly, “Come on Amelia… hang in there…
you’re going to be okay….”
“I guess that explains
it then…” Zelgadiss laughed out as they walked away from the towns
healer. She was an older woman, and very familiar with the cockatrice
and its dual action poison. From her explanation casting a healing
spell right off had been the right thing to do, although it did
nothing to stop the damaging spell caused by the bite, it helped to
strengthen Amelia’s constitution against the effects.
And on the poisoning end of things,
“I guess sex is one way to keep someone’s heart beating, right
Zelgadiss…” Amelia mumbled out, blushing and looking down at her
feet. Managing to earn a blush from Zelgadiss in return, or at least
giving him the feeling that he was blushing. They hadn’t talked
about it really since she had come back from the dead, but they had
mentioned it, however briefly, but always immediately followed by an
Zelgadiss looked down at Amelia’s
stomach from his vantage point. She had been putting on weight
during their time in the forest. And he doubted very much her
increase in size was due to her eating, more that her eating was due
to something else. Something that might be a little harder to
explain to Phil than even his daughters death. And it wasn’t as if
he could blame it on someone else, and here he thought he was
sterile, at least that's what the literature always said. Amelia for her part seemed oblivious though, happy as ever.
And why not, they had beat the odds. The unique combination of
physical activity, of rushing adrenaline, somehow managing to keep
her heart beating, however weakly, long enough for the poison to
wear off. A million to one shot.
Or as Amelia had been calling it,
‘The power of Love’. Zelgadiss looked her over again. Her smile, the
general air of love she had been radiating. He’d been afraid to get
caught up in the feeling before. Always hoping that things would
resolve themselves. But for once he felt inclined to act, bending
slightly as they walked he gave her a quick kiss right next to her
ear. She giggled a little at the feeling, and he responded with a
smile. He just hoped she would truly be happy with him. Because for
once he felt his happiness connected to hers in such a way that he
couldn’t deny it being love.
Hope you were all familiar with a cockatrice! I figured some people
might Wiki it. Some people might know what it was, and others might
just stop reading or struggle on. Really I didn’t want to go into
too much descriptive detail of it because I felt it would pull the
reader (you) away from the urgency of the situation. Anyway, it’s
basically a egg laid by a rooster that was hatched by a reptile.
Some medieval mythological creature similar to a basilisk. It
basically turns people to stone or kills them by looking at them or
biting them. I went the route of spreading paralysis though instead.
Anyway, basically I wrote this because I wanted to give Amelia x
Zelgadiss a shot. I also wanted some drama and to try to do
‘something different’. I think it turned out okay but I honestly
won’t know until I re-read it a year or so from now, then I can
either say it sucked or it was awesome. Until then the reader will
decide so any comments are appreciated. My e-mail address is
available at the start of this fanfic and my webpage can be found at
http://www.destructve.com/rvincent for those of you that are
interested. More fanfiction can be found there as well as doujinshi
and such. And check out the Slayers Hentai Forum over at
Thank you very much for reading through it this far and I hope you
enjoyed it, I had about 7 endings that I was debating, different
ways to bring Amelia back and different ways for Zel to deal with
her death, but I settled on the happiest ending, aren’t you glad!
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