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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Captives and Captors - Chapter 4

JPOV

Heaven, that is what last night had been, pure unadulterated Heaven. I gazed down at the face of an angel, her copper curls splayed out across the furs. I twirled them around my fingers and marveled at the softness of the strands. The soft morning light spilled across her perfect features, and I swelled with pride that this creature had been given to me and me alone.

I knew I could never find anything of such value to reciprocate the gift Bella and Edward had given me. She was exactly what I needed. This perfect being, laying here within my arms might just be the balm my soul had sought for so long.

I am not a man who wallows in the everyday irritations of life. After all, I was quite blessed in my life. I was the only son of a fine man who made his living as a protector. In other words, he sold his sword arm to those who required protection from the less savory elements about.

My family had lived in the community of La Push when I was a child. My father, my mother, and my elder sister, Emily. When I was eight, my darling mother succumbed to a fever and not a one of us was ever the same.

Emily chose to go live with my aunt in Makah, and my father chose to take me and leave La Push and all its memories behind. He was broken when my mother passed. He told me once that their love was written in the stars, that they were imprinted upon each other's souls. Without his other half, he was less in the world. He traveled and offered himself as a man-at-arms to those in need.

I served as his page, at first, and later became his apprentice. We traveled in tandem, and I lamped unto his feet. By the time I was fourteen, he and I had established a renown and were sought after as a team to protect communities. Yet my father began to become less focused on work and sought a somewhat quieter life.

At this time, he offered his sword to a man named Charles Swan who bred stallions for Volterra's military. Charlie, as he insisted we call him, lived on a farm outside Forks. There I met Bella. She was Charlie's daughter, and she became my dearest friend.

Bella was motherless too, having lost hers to far graver circumstances than did I. Her mother had left her and her father for a nobleman and abandoned them both. Bella was shy and quiet when we met, but we soon became each other's closest friend. I taught her fencing, and she taught me about horses. We often spoke of our dream to go into business together trading the stallions we bred.

Our father's established themselves in their careers, but as the years went by, mine grew more frail, and withdrawn. I asked him once if there were anything I could do for him to ease his way, and he told me “You can let me go, Jacob. I long to be reunited with my heart. Living without her has been hard, and I find each day without her gets harder and harder to take.

I hated it, but I supported him, and when he finally succumbed to death, I tried hard not to morn. I tried to remember that he was with my mother, and he was probably very happy. With his passing, I grew restless. I chose to enter the army and served my time as I gained experience and strength.

All the while I was gone, Bella wrote to me and spoke to me of how things at home were progressing. Many thought that she and I would wed upon my return. She was beautiful, and kind, all the things I would want in a wife, but I never truly felt that pull toward her. However, I wanted her to find the kind of love my father always spoke of, the kind that reunites you with your better half.

I felt sure that when I met Edward he might just be that for Bella. He was studying medicine under his father at the Volterran court. I had suffered a minor laceration during a tournament, and he was assigned to sewing my wound.

Almost immediately, he and I became friends. He was an intelligent man, kind, and genuine. He could speak articulately on many subjects, and we did late into many nights. He understood my ennui, for he was as ungrounded as I. He loved his father and mother, but life at court was superficial and unsatisfying. I too had grown weary of being a soldier. I spoke to him of the dream Bella and I had of starting our own horse farm and breeding horses for the kingdom.

Edward expressed an interest and said that he had the funds to invest in such a venture. He offered me a partnership, but I confessed to my relatively empty pockets and said I would arrange for him to meet with Charlie and Bella in hopes that they could form a partnership.

The moment of my return to Swan farms was joyous. I was welcomed home as if I were the favorite son. It felt good to return to the only home I had ever truly known. Bella ran to my arms and held me close whispering how much I had been missed. I told her I had missed her too, but that I had brought her something.

That was when I watched my two best friends fall head over heels for each other. It took only a moment. They were wed within the year, and the three of us moved to Cullen Estates to build our dream.

They tried hard to convince me that my contribution was as great as theirs, but I knew better. I had much to learn, so I offered my skills in transport and training those who would provide protection to both the herds and the family.

I was content in my life. I enjoyed my work and had two of the finest friends as companions. Yet, I could not say I was happy.

Not until last night. Lying in the arms of this amazing woman I’d found peace. She had invaded my mind almost from the moment she appeared on the estate. I saw her weeks before I actually encountered her.

She was in training with Irina, the first girl of the kennel. She was taught to serve and to be pleasing. She was a white silk, pure and untouched, and her innocence fair shone out of every pore. I mean, yes, she was beautiful to look upon, but it was so much more than that. There was a goodness about her that drew me to her.

The day that the men accosted her, I had been going to watch her fetch water. She did it each day around the same time, and I had gotten in the habit of watching her. I almost lost my senses when I saw them touch her. I had never felt such unmitigated rage. Yet the moment she slipped into my arms, all I could think about was not making her more frightened than she already was.

I threw the men off the property and carried the sweet bundle into the house. After I saw to her comfort, I went to Bella and Edward and informed them of what I had done. They agreed that the men had to go, but they were confused at the vehemence with which I spoke of the girl. To tell the truth, so was I.

Then, I had been walking and heard the most miraculous sound upon the wind. I had not heard the song she sung since my mother had been alive. I closed my eyes and was transported to another time when I felt safe and loved. When she saw me she ceased her song, and my heart almost broke. I bade her to sing again, and she looked at me with fear. Something inside me broke, and I was desperate to ease her discomfort. I knew in that instant that she must sing, for the beauty of her voice was something I could not live without.

Renesmee became an almost constant presence in my life. She served in the dining hall, she sung in the evening, and she spun fanciful tales around the fire. Bella and Edward also enjoyed her; they could see how valuable she was and decided to have her entertain the party of customers.

I was dubious about utilizing Nessie (as I called her in my mind) in this way. Yet, I felt drawn to the hall to watch when I heard she was to dance. Her body was draped in finest silks that skimmed her skin with whisper soft caresses. She seemed nervous as she stood before the crowd of men ogling her. I wanted to throw my cloak over her and shield her from their eyes, but then she began to move.

Never has a woman spoken to my soul the way Nessie did when she began to dance. Her body was taut and finely formed, and as she writhed and twisted she seemed to speak directly to me. Her eyes locked with mine, and I swear she could see my very soul. My fingers longed to touch the creamy expanse of skin she exposed, and my staff strained within my breeches. I swore she knew my every desire and spoke directly to my need.

When the customer asked for her company in his bed, I had to restrain myself from ripping out his throat. I growled deep in my chest, and Edward sent me a look of concern. Bella, however, rescued me from myself by denying the man, explaining that Ness was a white silk and unavailable.

The next day Edward, Bella, and I had a discussion about the situation. Edward suggested that Nessie be opened and made available to entertain. Bella said it made sense, but thought her opening should be given to someone whom she could trust to be kind to her. I sat stewing in horror thinking that anyone else would touch her. I could not stomach the thought of her being thrown at the feet of anyone other than myself, but I could not say that. I had no right to make such a demand, so I bit my tongue to the point of pain.

When Edward called me to his sitting room and told me that he and Bella desired me to take a greater role in things and that he was elevating me to be on par with him, I was astonished. I was honored and proud that they thought so highly of me, but it was not until Edward offered me Nessie that my heart truly soared.

In that moment, I felt I could finally protect her as I had always wanted to. She was mine. MINE! The word kept repeating in my mind. I all but ran to my chamber, anxious to have her to myself, but the moment we arrived there I realized that it was not enough. Yes, she was mine, but it was not about what she could be to me, but rather about what I could be to her.

I looked into her cherubic face and felt lost. I wanted to be what she needed, what she wanted. Her submission was expected and demanded, I longed for so much more. Suddenly, I needed to give her the choice. I wanted her desire more than I wanted to sate my own. When I asked her if she had any desire for me, her eyes welled with tears, and my heart sank. I had meant what I said; I would not take her unless it was what she wanted, although I would dedicate my entire being to winning her if necessary.

When she threw herself at my feet and confessed that she felt the same pull to me as I felt for her, I was ecstatic. I felt like I could fly. I pulled her to me and wasted no time at all in making us one. I prayed that I could make it good for her, utilizing every skill I had learned in the arms of women, and when she shattered in my arms I felt like a god.

I planned to spend the rest of the day in bed with her taking her again and again, but alas that was not to be. Edward informed me that bandits had attacked the border towns, and King Aro had called us to arms. We headed out as soon as we could pack and I had to steel myself to part with the beauty who had finally reignited my inner flame. I hated it, but duty was duty. Heaven is found and lost in an instant. Now all I can do is pray to return to her quickly.

NPOV

I have been most busy. There has been a period of waiting as the men of the house have been away fighting to defend Volterra. The men were victorious, and we received word that they were to return, therefore, a feast was prepared. Many animals were slaughtered and wine skins filled. There was joy all though the farm and the house as we prepared to celebrate and welcome them home. We were a dither trying to ready ourselves for a triumphant return. The feast was prepared and the torches lit and we waited…and waited…and waited.

Two nights passed and no news. Not a word. The mood changed drastically from joy and anticipation to fear and loathing of what had befallen the party. Almost a week past their expected arrival came and went when the letter arrived. Mistress Bella called us to her and she read it.

“Your men have been captured and we have them. If you wish their return we require a ransom. A caravan of the finest horses and several servants will be left for us at the location specified or your men shall be killed. Do not disappoint or they shall be tortured first and painfully dispensed with.”

Mistress Bella cried a sound so heartbreaking that I felt wounded by it. I tried to comfort her, but was not able. She agreed to meet with the bandit leader to discuss the transaction and took me along for companionship and to help her assemble the entire ransom.

We arrived at the meeting place; it was a clearing outside of town. The leader was a scruffy man, unkempt and smelling of stale wine. He was uncouth and offered to touch Mistress Bella, but she would have none of it, she slapped his hand away. He had long greasy blond hair and called himself James. Mistress Bella negotiated like the fine business woman she is and talked him down, until he made his final request. He looked at me and demanded I serve him some wine. Mistress nodded, and I did as she bid. My heart beat wildly as he grabbed my hand which held the goblet. He licked my wrist and twas all I could do not to shudder at his touch. He told Mistress that I would suffice for the servant. She refused, and he said that for ownership of me he would even allow her access to the prisoners. She looked to me and pleaded with her eyes and agreed to allow an evening of my favors in return for access to the men.

We went to the woods and found them caged and hungry. They had been beaten. Master Edward's eye was blackened and…Master Jacob was badly injured. His lip was split and his breathing labored as if his ribs were broken. Mistress Bella hid her tears at seeing Master Edward so injured, and I gasped audibly at the sight of “my” Master in a cage curled up and gray. Master Edward spoke with Mistress Bella and told her he was well and that no ransom should be paid but she told him that she would lose all for his release and safe return. I could not tear my eyes from Master Jacob who was the Master of my heart, and he was angered when the bandit leader told them that their release would not happen if he was displeased with me, although he was certain that a night between my thighs would be worth letting them go. Master Edward was angry but my heart master, Jacob, was incensed and swore and spat upon the ground causing a coughing fit. Mistress Bella told him to cease but the keeper within the cage kicked him in his chest, and he whimpered and coughed more.

I wept openly, horrified, and it meant that I would do anything to save him… ANYTHING! To spare Master Jacob another blow. If it cost me my life, I would please this bandit to ensure the escape of these men. I girded my loins and glanced at Mistress Bella steeling my eyes and nodded once. Making sure she knew that I would not fail her. Before I was taken by this James, he grabbed me in front my master and ran his sticky tongue along my face for him to see. Master Jacob watched this and almost wretched with disgust. He raised his eyes to mine, anger clear in them, and I knew he was displeased, but I could not bear to see him in pain and danger. Master Edward winked at me as I was led away by a chain hooked to my collar, and I sensed that there was something afoot, but was unsure and figured I would save them as best I could.

James led me to a tent and then threw me to the fur covered ground. The air rushed from my lungs as I hit the hard ground beneath the furs. He laughed at the fear he read in my eyes. I remembered what my chain sister had said of being with a Master. That one should simply focus on pleasing them and forget oneself. That pleasure could be found in this. But, I was terrified and having only been touched by Master Jacob, I was repulsed at the thought of this man touching me. He yanked my collar by the chain, and I felt it cut my neck as he reeled me closer to his slack mouth. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look in his dissipated face as he kissed me and attempted to force his tongue into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and allowed the kiss and in my mind's eye twas Jacob's face I saw. Only his, as I allowed James' hand to tear my dress away from my full breast. My heart was rent as his hand found me and groped my flesh roughly, and I tried to lose myself in the thought that this would save he whom I needed like air.

He pawed at me, bruising the flesh of my pale breasts as he continued to grind his lips against my mouth. I closed my eyes and held my breath as his breath was foul with drink, and his hygiene was lacking. He was pushing me down on the furs and was attempting to rut against me when suddenly he gasped and stiffened. I thought that a reprieve had occurred as if perhaps he had finished without actually needing to ravage me.

However, he fell onto me limp and heavy. I was being crushed by the weight of him. I was terrified and then felt a wetness seeping onto my face. With a great and mighty heft, I pushed him off me to see Mistress Bella standing over him, horror and disgust upon her face and the bandit’s blood upon her hands. I was covered in blood and almost wretched when I realized it.

“Hush!” Mistress Bella shushed me. “Little one, this was the only way. We are all safe. Now bathe yourself quickly. We must fetch the men,” she whispered.

I obeyed, and wiped myself with a clean and moistened cloth, then donned a cloak to cover my torn bodice. We snuck back to free the men from the cages. The other bandits had scattered. Apparently, Mistress Bella had set lose their steeds, and they had gone to rescue them. We took a caravan and moved out into the forest and toward home. Master Edward was weak but twas Master Jacob who was in a wretched state. He was fevered and not conscious. He drifted in and out, curious words spilling from his lips as I tried to quell the fever on the speedy ride through the night.

Finally, we arrived home and brought him into the house. Mistress Bella bade me strip Master Jacob and bathe him in alcohol and cool water and to pour broth down his throat. She told me to keep him quiet while she and Master Edward went to find a healer who could be trusted. The hours ticked by, one after another, and he drifted from sleep to wakefulness. He spoke in his sleep. He said some things I did not understand. “No! Don’t touch her!” Then later, “I smell him on you! Go! From my sight, I never wish to see thee!”

I feared what these things meant. He clawed at the air and grabbed me roughly at several points, but I knew he knew not what he did. The healer came and gave him some herbs and a potion, I was told to administer to him through the next several days, which I did faithfully. Finally, at length his strength and sense seemed to return.

Mistress Bella and Master Edward swore me to secrecy as to the events leading up to the escape, even forbidding me to speak to Master Jacob of them. It has caused a terrible pain for me to keep the secret I am sworn to. Upon Master Jacob's awakening, he looked at me and spoke to me in a cold manner. He said, “You are a brave girl, and you have cared for me well. Thank you. Now you may go.”

I was shocked and asked why he was sending me from him. He turned from me and said, “I cannot have you here, Nessie. You must go.”

Tears stung my eyes at these words and I asked him, “Why Master, what have I done wrong?”

He still did not look at me directly, but rather he looked past me and said only this, “You have done no wrong. You saved my life, girl. Yet having done so, I feel that you need go to Mistress Bella's side and serve her now. I do not feel right keeping you here with me any longer. You are a brave and good girl. You can be of use to her and to me…. you must go, girl.” I noted that he called me “girl” and not Nessie or Ness as was his custom.

I thought to protest, even though I knew I had no right. The sound rose to my lips anyway, a sob from deep within me, “But Master, you are still not fully recovered…”

Then he looked at me, deep in my eyes and said clearly, plainly, and finally, “Go! Go now!”

I rose, tears stinging my eyes. I backed away from him and just before I was out of the door I heard it, a whispered sigh upon his lips of “Sweet girl…. Be thee well…”

I raised my eyes to him, but he turned away, and would not look at me again. I love Mistress Bella and serve her gladly. Yet, I know that Master Jacob, the master of my heart, is sullen and sad. He has changed since his return. He has taken several of the household slaves to him over the last few weeks, and leaves any room which I enter. It seems clear that I have failed him in some way, that he has discarded me, and 'tis obvious that he finds nothing in me pleasing anymore. He will not even hear my songs. I pray that I can come to terms with this, for somehow I fear that my heart which had once sung in his presence has lost its music.

A/N: please feel free to share your thoughts with me. Shelindreaire@aol.com
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