A Fulfillment of Duty

A/N: First I just want to say thank you sooo much to my reviewers. I don't know what to say. I giggle with delight like a teenage school girl when I see I get reviews. Really, they make me that excited. So first and foremost I want to thank: Elizabeth (my first reviewer, I love you- ahem- I mean-), FunkyPixieChick (glad to see someone else favor's Erik's Persian adventures!!!), Daygonna and Death (thank you so much, I couldn't have asked for better responses, you guys encouraged me to write more, when I really thought I wouldn't). Again. THANKS. Now on with the story:

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Sitting up, Olma tried to let her eyes adjust to the darkness that cloaked the room. It was already late morning, but the thick velvet drapes smothered any light that tried to gain entry to the room. As her eyes came into focus on her surroundings, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her memory. She barely dared to look over at the sleeping form next to her, but she simply couldn't resist. Her trembling hand slowly lifted the satin sheets that obscured his face.

At the sight of his horrendous features, Olma let out a stifled scream, and threw herself from the bed, scuttling into the corner. Closing her eyes and wrapping her head in her knees she tried to calm her shaking nervous and began to rock back and forth in the corner.

"How did I not remember- how did I go through with it- with that face?" She tried to remember the night, how nice it actually was. All that she could picture was that hideous face. "It will haunt my mind forever," she thought. When reality set in, she thought for sure she was going to be sick until she realized two fiery amber orbs staring at her from across the room.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you my dear." His voice called out harshly from the darkness, no longer the seductive and soothing tone it carried the night before. Now it was laced with anger as she was sure he saw her reaction to his face.

"I really didn't think it would still bother you, mademoiselle, after you so lovingly caressed it last night." Olma had her eyes closed tightly and pressed painfully against her knees, trying to will away the situation. She could hear movement in the sheets and when she dared to look up she found herself starring into the bone white expressionless façade of Erik's mask. Gasping, not at his face, but, at the shocking speed in which he had made it to her corner.

"Is that better mademoiselle?" he spat at her. "Does this help you forget that you gave yourself to a monster last night? That is what I am after all? A monster, a demon, a-" His rant was stopped by the sound of the young concubine's raucous sobs. **She is just fifteen you idiot!** Erik scolded himself. **You are a monster- she doesn't deserve your wrath. She came to you freely last night, don't spoil this. Your wrath belongs with the khanum.**

"M'dear, I apologize," Erik turned his hostile tone into a gentle cooing as he extended his hand to the terrified girl. "Come, give me your hand and I will fix you something to eat while you clean yourself up."

Olma bowed her tearstained face to the ground, not trusting herself to look up, and enraptured by the soothing sound of his voice, dreamily let herself be led to the bath. She sat at the vanity and fingered a hand mirror that lay face down on the surface as Erik prepared her a bath. Once he left the room, she turned it over and morosely let her fingers trace its cracked surface.

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When Olma returned to the kitchen of Erik's house she found a large buffet of food prepared for her and a note left on the table. Surprised that Erik even owned so much food, she sat down and absentmindedly nibbled some of the fruit before turning her attention to the note:

"Make yourself comfortable and enjoy breakfast. I have my duties with the khanum today."

After a few more bites of food, Olma rushed out of Erik's palace and scurried off to meet with her friends in the harem.

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"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" the squeals of young girls permeated through the hall and caught Erik's attention as he stalked down the long corridor. A sly smile crawled across his malformed lips as he pursued the source of the squeals.

"Oh god, did he really have no nose?! I mean, that's what I heard but, is it even possible?"
"It's worse! You can't even imagine it- I can't even imagine it and I TOUCHED it!" Erik's heart nearly stopped at the sound of Olma's confession.
"You know what the khanum will do to you if she finds out you aren't going back, you know. You won't live another day!" one of the other girls warned.
"Oh, you can't go back Olma! How can you lie with it! Sure, my master is a pig of a man, stench as bad as swine. But he is still a man!" cried another girl.
Olma's heart skipped. She knew Erik was a man, a kind man too when at his senses, but she couldn't stand up to her friends. "I don't know. I'll go back, but I won't touch him. I'll never touch that- THING again."
The sound of the khanum's laughter and her mistresses' murmurs wafted down the hallway and the young harem girls quickly dispersed to return to their respective masters. Erik followed, teeming with rage, as he stormed back to his home.

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Erik sat alone in his palace solemnly playing out his rage across the strings of his violin. Engrossed in his music he didn't hear the door open and Olma's sleek figure slip into the room. Immediately Olma felt herself becoming enraptured by the passion that was being wrought out from the graceful movements of Erik's bow. She let herself languorously stretch her body across the divan, directly in front Erik's of gaze.

Seeing the young concubine displaying herself for him immediately reopened the wounds of earlier that day and his music became more impassioned and frantic as he tried to contain his pain and outrage.

Olma trailed her fingers seductively across her collarbone, dipping her head back as she let herself be carried and caressed by the ardent harmony. "Mmm," she sighed, "Shall we pick up where we left off last night?" she called to Erik with a raised eyebrow and erotic sigh. She hardly knew what she was doing as Erik's furious melody turned hypnotic and sensual and he slowly sauntered towards her.

She began to wrap herself around his leg as she slid up and down it, writhing in rhythm with the song all the while moaning and sighing, releasing some of her pent up sexual frustration. Without missing a beat, Erik let her begin to lower the waist of his pants as her hands pressed against the painful bulge that was beginning to form in his trousers. Once he was released from the confines of his pants, Olma's tiny and deft fingers tightened themselves around his manhood.

In that instant the music was brought to an abrupt stop as Erik slammed the violin down on the nearby table.

"What are you even still doing here?!" he screamed. "Why come back to your damnation with a monster! I told you that you were free. Or is this just to save your precious head from our vengeful khanum?"

The sudden ceasing of the music left Olma in shock. Her senses reeled as she tried to answer Erik's angry demands. "I-I-I.." she stuttered uncontrollably as fear took control of her body. Erik pressed himself down on top of her as she tried to wiggle from away from his body.

"Oh no, don't go anywhere dear, you started this, surely we cannot end it so quickly. I would hate to make you unhappy. This is what you want is it not!?" he shouted at her again.

Refusing to let fear control her, Olma managed to get a hold of herself. "I- I don't know what you are talking about monsieur. I am of course here for the purpose of your pleasure," she spoke hoping her sudden bravery would help to pacify his temper.

With that Olma felt herself being swept up into strong thin arms and in a moment was tossed roughly onto the bed.

"Turn over," Erik demanded as Olma struggled to catch her breath.

She didn't move, she lay on his bed in a heap. Her defiance only angered him as he pulled her struggling form to the foot of the bed and forcefully laid her out on her stomach.

Leaning over her shaking body he pressed himself against her behind and spoke in a strangely calm, harsh tone into her ear. "You already did the favor of removing my clothes," he accented this with a thrust of his hardened body against the fleshy cheeks of her rear. Now let me help you. With that Olma felt a breeze as her thin dress was torn from her in one swift movement. In a rough gesture, Erik pressed his two fingers against her center, "You are wet my dear. Is it my charming looks that bring you such pleasure, or just my music?" Olma merely smothered her cries in the satin sheets of the bed. Noting her lack of a reply, he continued his aloof remarks. "I figured it was my looks. I won't deprive you any longer."

Erik spread the lips of her sensitive area and placed his pulsing member at her entrance. With one large thrust he sheathed himself entirely inside her while letting out a long guttural groan. Olma's hands tightened their hold on the sheets as Erik slid his hands up along her body. Gripping her breasts he began to increase the speed of his thrusts punctuating each angry plunge with a tweaking of her nipples.

Olma's mutinous body began to respond as she met his thrusts with equal ardor. Her willingness only seemed to encourage his insane rage as he began to slam against her with desperate force.

"Please-" Olma began to whine, "Please it is hurting me."

The pitiful cries of his victim gradually caused Erik to gain control of his anger as he slowly let up on his assault of her body. Withdrawing himself from her passage he sat on the bed next to her.

Olma sat up and looked angrily at the man beside her. Whether he was truly man or monster she had yet to find out, every aspect of him seemed to be a contradiction.

"I don't remember it being my job to pleasure you," he scoffed, "but if my actions are not appealing, perhaps you would like to show me how you would prefer it." He glared at the young woman beside him. Earlier this morning he saw a weeping girl, easily earning his compassion. Now he saw a woman, an angry but impassioned and sensual woman. She came willingly to him, and willingly initiated this encounter. Now she would willingly finish it.

"I- I do.. don't understand," she stammered as he stretched himself out on top of the bed, his fleshy organ sticking prominently up into the air. Erik grabbed her hand and placed it on his manhood as he assisted her in stroking it up and down its long stalk. His voice once again regained its hypnotic and sensual manner, "Put me in you dear. Come here and show me how you would like to take me inside you."

Drawn to his voice Olma crawled over and placed a calf on either side of his strong hips. Kneeling above him she let his member rest against her thigh. "Like this, monsieur?" she questioned, letting the foreign word roll sensually across her tongue. Grasping the base of his throbbing flesh in one hand, and bracing herself on his chest with the other, she let her body slowly slide down his extended pole.

As she began to slowly rock her pelvis against the man lying imprisoned below her, she felt herself becoming more and more entranced by the erotic movements. She locked eyes with the fiery embers that lay hidden behind the bare mask and quickened her rocking. Erik placed his hands on either side of her hips as he met each of her passionate thrusts.

She began to moan wildly as she writhed on top of him. Erik himself was feeling short of breath. She became more and more frantic as she neared her orgasm, and Erik let his one hands slowly trace up the side of her body to her back and pull her closer to him. Sliding the mask up just enough, he took one swollen dampened breast into his mouth and sucked on it as Olma felt herself grow nearer to her peak.

Olma let out a strangled cry as she felt herself finally climax and fell on top of Erik in ecstasy and exhaustion. Erik again grabbed her hips and pushed himself deeper into her smoldering passage as her muscles spasmed and clenched around him. Harder and harder he brought her limp body down on top of his until he felt himself ready to release. Grabbing her waist and pulling her against him he came hard into her and let his head fall back into dizzying bliss.

Olma curled up into Erik's arms and nuzzled her head into his chest; a choked sob escaped her lips. Tenderly placing one finger beneath her chin, Erik raised the young maiden's face to look at his own.

"What's wrong?" he asked, almost too scared to hear the answer. Expecting, knowing, the source of her tears to be caused from both his hostility and the cold reality that she has twice now given him her body.

"I was disloyal sir. I- I-" she choked on more sobs before being able to continue, "I don't think you are a monster. I know you are a ma"

"Shhhhh," Erik cut her off and she quickly fell into an exhausted sleep while he laid there, cradling her weeping form.

A/N: ok, this chapter was- mediocre in my mind, at least at some points. I don't know, I wasn't sure about it. I tried showing their thoughts this time- b/c I needed to get inside their head some and it felt like the **comments** were the only way to do it. Tell me what you thought about this, and if u have any suggestions. I know Erik would NEVER rape anyone, and I don't think he did in this chapter. She initiated it- he was just being- rough. And what can I say, sometimes I like it rough, sometimes I like to read it rough, so sometimes I'm gonna write it rough.
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