LOGINCW: Non consensual content and graphic violence. skip if you're uncomfortable.
RAVEN I stumbled back in shock, my eyes widening in fear, how did he figure that out? What gave it away? My gears hit overdrive, the pain in my neck now so far beneath my worries. I optioned for denial. “I'm female, my prince, where is this coming from?” At this rate, with the way my heart beat increased I wasn't far from dying from a heart attack. I was praying he found it convincing. He growled, the sound menacing. I immediately knelt down and bowed my head. “Forgive me my prince and tell me my sin so I may atone for it.” He scoffed, going down on his knees next to me. “Why don't I confirm myself.” Fisting my hair with his left hand, he jerked my head up. I gasped, wincing in pain as strands of my hair pulled out. With his right hand, prince Eilís flipped up my gown, his hand going underneath. I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh as we stared at each other, his gold eyes burning. My body was frozen, the fear holding me down, my limbs locked and refusing to move. His hand reached my groin, my face flaming when he took hold of my cock beneath the underdress. “I'll ask again, what's your gender?” “Male.” I gasped when he squeezed to the point of pain. “Do you realize what you've done? Do you know what the punishment of your deceit will be?” His voice was eerily calm as he asked, it added to my fear, it was like the calm before the storm. “Let me answer that for you, it's death…death by hanging.” His hand tightened on my shaft. I groaned in pain, tears dropping down my face as I blinked. “I plead for mercy.” He laughed, the sound maniacal. He sounded different from the man who'd promised not to hurt me or touch me without my permission. His released my hair, his hand going to my dress. He yanked, sending the sapphires tumbling and the gown ripping. I gasped again at the sight of his large hand between my thigh, his eyes followed mine and a twisted smile appeared on his lips. “That's a pretty sight.” He licked his lips. At that moment my limbs decided to unlock. I scrambled up in an attempt to run. He hauled me back by my waist, pushing me to the bed and laying atop me as I tried to fight him off. He moved back, holding me down with his left hand on my neck. I struggled to breath and at the same time tried to remove his hand from my throat. He ripped what remained of my clothes leaving me bare with nothing to cover. “A gorgeous sight indeed.” “I thought you preferred females.” I asked in between gasps. “A misconception on your part, why would I choose when I can have the best of both worlds?” He collected saliva from his mouth, once again wrapping his hand around my cock. He jerked up and down, repeating the motion without stopping. I gasped in disbelief as a sharp burst of arousal made me arch upwards, still in disbelief I hesitated in my struggle as I watched my cock rise in response to his stimulation. He let go, collecting another drop of saliva as he spreads my thighs with his knees between mine. This time his fingers went to my hole, gently caressing it before pushing in a finger. I renewed my vigour, thrashing on the bed and tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape as the sparks of pain increased. I could feel when he added the second and third finger, the pain doubling as I sobbed, still not giving up in my escape attempt. He pegged something inside me and I arched up involuntarily as pleasure raced up my spine, the pain disappearing in an instant. He mercilessly continued, targeting that particular spot that turned me into a mumbling mess as my brain attempted to get used to the new sensations wracking my body. My body reacted traitorously, heat flaring even as my mind screamed no. I moaned and gasped, my body moving on its own, chasing the curve of his fingers in my ass so it relentlessly pressed against that pleasure spot. I felt high with the new found pleasure I was receiving. He removed his fingers much to my body's disapproval and unbuttoned his trousers. The sight of him taking out his cock jolted me back to my current predicament. He was long and thick, the crown leaking as he stared at my hole in what was akin to anticipation. “You promised not to touch me.” I said in a last attempt to reason with him. “I never made that promise, Eilís did.” “You're Eilís!” I shouted, taking in bursts of deep breaths when his hand released slightly from my throat. He smirked at me as he pushed in. “I guess I am.” I screamed. “It hurts,” I said, grabbing at his wrist where it rested next to my hip and digging in my nails as if for revenge. “It feels like you’re tearing me apart.” He checked to be sure, pulling his cock out the three inches he’d managed to insert it before shaking his head. “No blood. You’re fine.” I gaped at him. Then with a grin, he thrust forward, pumping his cock into me straight down to the root. His balls, slapping against my ass. I was crying and now both my hands were struggling to shove his shoulders and push him away. “Breathe through it,” he instructed calmly. “You got this.” “I fucking do not!” I ground my teeth. “I also fucking hate you!” “You hate my cock,” he corrected, “but that’ll change in a minute. Trust me.” He gave a tentative roll of his hips. A long, drawn-out moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. He smirked and resituated himself so that he was holding himself up on his forearms at either side of my head. With no other warning but that, he gave into his nature. His cock pounded into me over and over again, pummeling my insides with rapid strikes. On each inward thrust he buried himself as deep as he could go. I screamed beneath him, eventually wrapping my arms around his neck for purchase as my body was forced into the bed. My dick was caught between us, being rubbed against the trail of wiry black hairs that led down from his navel to my swollen cock. I was digging my nails into his shoulders and gasping by his ear. My thighs squeezed around his waist. “Come for me,” he ordered, bending down to deliver a possessive kiss, biting hard on my bottom lip at the end. Maybe it was the inkling of pain, or me simply liking to be dominated. Either way, one of those things shoved me over the edge, and in the next instant, I was crying out, my trapped cock spurting between us. I twitched, eyes rolling back and my mouth parting on a silent scream. He came, driving his cock into my hole one final time and keeping himself there. As my eyes closed, the stress wearing me down, Eilís's twisted smile lingered, his breath whispering against my ear, "The fun is just beginning."That night, the exhaustion finally caught up with me. My eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. I fell into a sleep so deep it felt like drowning. In the dark of my mind, I wasn't lying in the bedchamber. I stood in a vast, silent space filled with thick grey mist. The air felt weightless, smelling faintly of crushed herbs and fresh rain. Down around my waist, the velvet robes and tight linen wraps were gone. I looked down. Across my lower abdomen, the rough line of the incision stood out sharp against my skin, the black thread holding the sliced flesh together. Slowly, without thinking, I lifted my hand and placed my palm flat over the center of the cut. My skin felt warm, so hot it almost stung. A faint, golden-white light began to bleed out from between my fingers, creeping into the dark line of the wound. The dull ache beneath my palm dissolved into a soothing, cool wave that washed straight through my muscle and bone. In the dream, I smoothed my thumb over the cut, tracing th
Two days passed, mostly spent in bed resting and taking care of the boys. The tight wraps around my waist kept my stomach stable, and by the time the morning of my twentieth birthday arrived, I could walk around the room without needing Eilis to hold me up.The whole castle was preparing for the day. Because it was my twentieth birthday, and because of the newborn princes, King Nicholas had ordered a full day of celebration throughout the territory. Banners were hung along the walls, music echoed from the lower courtyards, and servants moved back and forth through the halls bringing food and wine for the feast set for that evening.In our room, things were quiet.Lysander was asleep in the wooden cradle, while I sat on the edge of the mattress holding Amias. Eilis walked back from the window, carrying a small tray with breakfast, and set it on the table near the bed.He sat beside me, reaching out to adjust the blanket over Amias's shoulder."Happy twentieth birthday, Raven," Eilis
With Calani’s help, I managed to stand on my own two feet, though every small breath felt like a tug against the tight thread holding my skin together. The royal robes hid the bulk of the thick linen wraps, falling over my frame in long, sweeping folds of deep velvet.Calani picked up Lysander, while I carefully lifted Amias into my arms, holding him close against my chest to offset the strain on my stomach.The doors swept open. Eilis was waiting right outside, his eyes scanning me from head to toe with razor-sharp worry. Without a word, he stepped up to my side, slipping a warm hand around my waist to secretly take most of my weight as we began the slow trek toward the Great Hall."If it hurts too much, tell me," Eilis said under his breath, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "I don't care about the tradition. I will pick you up and bring you back.""I'll make it," I gritted out, leaning into his shoulder just enough to stay upright.The corridors were lined with guards, their heads b
The door creaked open, and Eilis stepped into the room.The exhaustion etched into his face melted away the second his eyes landed on me sitting up in bed, both babies cradled securely against my chest. He closed the distance between us in long, hurried strides, dropping heavily onto the edge of the mattress."You're awake," he rasped out, his broad hand immediately reaching out to cup the back of my neck. He leaned down, pressing a firm, desperate kiss against my forehead, holding it there as if reassuring himself I was truly alive. "How do you feel? Is the stomach hurting?""It's sore, but I'm fine," I whispered, leaning into his touch. I looked down at the two bundles in my arms. "They need names, Eilis."Eilis’s gaze softened as he looked down at the babies. He extended a broad finger, letting the dark-haired baby grip it tightly with his surprisingly strong fist."The strong one," Eilis murmured, a faint, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "He's fierce like the pack's
RAVENThe fog in my mind cleared slowly, piece by piece.When my eyes finally fluttered open, the dim light of the bedchamber stung my sight. My body felt stiff and completely drained of energy. A dull ache throbbed across my abdomen, trapped under layers of tight linen bandages, but the agonizing pain of the incision was gone.I turned my head slowly on the pillow. Eilis wasn't in the room. The space beside me on the mattress was cold, the sheets rumpled where he had been sitting.Then I heard it.A soft, snuffling sound coming from the wooden cradle pulled up right against the edge of the mattress.My heart hammered against my ribs, a desperate surge of instinct washing over my fatigue. I forced myself to sit up, wincing as the muscles in my stomach pulled against the stitches, but I didn't care. I leaned over the side of the bed, my hands reaching into the furs.There they were.The firstborn was sleeping soundly, wrapped tightly in a thick wool blanket, a tuft of thick black hair
EILISThe chamber was deathly quiet, saved only for the crackle of the hearth and the uneven breathing on the bed.Outside the door, I could hear the faint, muffled murmurs of the castle. Word of the birth had spread through the territory like wildfire. Denis had arrived first, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor, followed by Camden, Calani, Solvra, Kiya, and a few of the noble ladies from the inner circle.I only allowed Denis, Calani, and the King into the room for a brief moment. They stood near the doorway, keeping their voices down, their eyes darting nervously between the cradle and the bed. The incision across Raven’s lower abdomen was fresh, fragile, and held together by nothing more than thread. A single shock or sudden movement could tear him open again, so I ushered them out quickly, keeping the rest of the nobles out in the hall.Inside the room, Raven slept.The numbing draught, mixed with the blood loss and trauma of the surgery, pulled him into a deep sleep. H
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"We have received a missive from the king of wolves." My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. "He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the beast of Northshore."A sharp collective intake of breath followed his voice, my own breath
Eilís sighed. "Look, we don't care about her. She means nothing to you and me, so drop it." "No, I want to know." "There's no need." "But—" "Drop it, Raven," he snarled. My eyes widened. "Why won't you just tell me!" "Her sister is the reason I'm split!" "So you're holding her responsible fo
The carriage jolted as we hit a deep rut in the road. Outside, the landscape shifted from the dense, pine-scented forests of the wolf kingdom to the flat, manicured greenery of the human territories. I leaned my head against the glass. The closer we got to my father’s estate, the more the dread ti


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