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Note from the Author:
There is explicit sex, forced sexual acts, violence, monstrous behavior and animal aggression.
Please read with caution as some elements can be triggering.
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The dungeon was cold, dank and dark. And frankly, I was sick to death of it.
Right now, the Lord keeping me in his hold, Elijah Frost, was intent on humping me against the wall. His pale body sweating as he pumped upward into me. His narrow hips thrusting wildly in desperation and scraping my rear against jagged stone. While he gripped my legs alongside his hips so tightly, I was sure I'd have bruises. Pulling them toward him as he pushed in and up. Touching deep in my center.
My hands were shackled to the wall, as he'd ordered. Tight enough I couldn't reach him as they were splayed far apart and above my head.
I was smudged with mud and stickier things from the time he'd kept me down here.
It'd taken four of his most trusted knights to bring me down here. Human ones who could resist my allure.
To an extent.
By the time we'd arrived, they'd been begging him for a chance to have at me. Clawing desperately at my clothes in an effort to get ahold of me. Ripping my riding habit loose and shredding the long tunic I'd worn beneath it.
I'd long ago learned not to wear fancy, flimsy undergarments. They were bound to get torn.
Because of what I am.
Thankfully, Frost was a greedy man. So, it was only he that had been rushing down here to slip into me the last few days.
The chains rattled with each movement. Dropping my weight on my wrists.
He grunted. "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh."
The sounds in rhythm to his relentless pounding.
My back, beneath the torn tunic skid up and down the wall with each movement.
My ankles were chained too but with enough length he could lift the back of my thighs for leveraging in.
His legs were positioned with his knees against the wall beneath me. Pinning me between his body and the cold stone.
He was a shorter man. But built well enough, with a swath of dark hair, that he could certainly find a woman that wanted him.
I didn't.
Though I didn't hate him for what he was doing.
He's just another monster.
Monsters had an impossible time resisting me.
And Elijah Frost was a monster. His pointed ears gave him away as much as his pale skin and eyes so light they were nearly silver. He was leaned forward enough he could look down between us to watch himself poking into me, then slipping out. Then stretching me again.
I stared boredly at a spot on the wall. Waiting for him to spend. I'd agreed I wouldn't fight him, as long as he withdrew before attaining his climax.
He obediently did. Slipping out and slapping his member against my lower belly as the white fluid spurted up against my skin.
"Ohhh." He shuddered.
"Finished?" I queried.
"How can you be so cold?" He said disdainfully.
"Was I to moan and faint in pleasure?" I queried sardonically. Adding bitterly. "I'm shackled, Frost."
"Were I to give you more freedom, chain you to my bed up in my chamber perhaps, would you be more compliant then?"
"More?" I asked incredulously. "I didn't fight you. How could I possibly be more so?"
He looked taken aback. "You could at least, feign some pleasure."
He stepped away to gather his pants from the nearby table. Stepping back into them before pulling a long tunic down over his chest.
"Why? To assist you in getting yours?" I said in annoyance. "You know well the act wasn't one I wanted."
"You consented!"
"As long as you withdrew."
"I did!" He proclaimed defensively.
"It doesn't mean I wanted you."
He snorted. "You're the most unpleasant woman in all of Ferus."
"Yet you keep wandering down here to jab at me."
"Mmm." His gaze roved over the long length of my legs, examining their fine shape. "I must admit you feel far finer than any creature I've stuck it to, afore. Like your channel is made of tightly woven velvet. Designed to fit me."
"I've heard that many times afore." I rolled my eyes.
He walked back to grab my throat. Leaning forward until he could put his face in mine warningly.
Trying to intimidate me.
Or perhaps just to get a reaction.
One he certainly wasn't going to get from me.
My gaze flicked down. I noticed he had to stand on his toes to do so.It was a nasty habit of mine that I found flaws in the physical appearance of nearly every man.I was quite certain there was some deep psychological reason why, but none I cared to examine just now.Frost was hissing in my face, spitting slightly so I closed my eyes in disgust. "You'd be very near the perfect woman, had you no tongue.""Then cut it out." I suggested spitefully."I think I will."Once dressed, Frost smoothed back his dark hair.Testament to his vanity.Then stepped into the stone corridor. "John!"I heard the lumbering steps of someone huge coming.A large man ducked under the barred ceiling to enter the dank cell. Absent any furniture but the table.His dark gaze slid to me. Scanning over me quickly before forcing himself to look at my face.The fact that he was able to, told me he was either a very powerful monster or human."Cut out her tongue." Frost ordered. Giving me a long look. "Shame you've
A travelling merchant had passed me hours ago. Another human who had told me, after some coaxing, that he had passed the Pyre Army camped beneath their tents just as the sun was coming up.When they were heading in.He had told me they were on a trajectory toward the Endless Woods.Still after me. I groaned.Now nightfall was coming.The Endless Woods were getting darker. The leaves bigger, which told me I was broaching the East Side of the Eternus Realm. I stepped over another log. Slipping on a pile of leaves I gasped and caught my skirt. Lifting it from my way so I could catch my balance.My eyes flared orange and I was able to see in the dark. I took off my shoes and let talons extend from my toes to help me grip the muddy earth as I traipsed toward the orange glow of light in the distance.Topping the hill, I saw where the trees parted to reveal the worn wooden tavern. It towered up with two floors.The Immortals Den."Ugh." I groaned. Wanting to go anywhere but in there. But I'd
"How about you go find, Serene and leave me alone!"I could see him past my foot as I yanked my heel in a circle, trying to break his grip. He was now frowning."Serene and I were long ago over!""I don't believe she knows that." I accused panting. Trying to get away. "She keeps trying to kill me.""Who could hurt you?" He whined. Even as his grip on my leg became so vicious that his fingers bit into my skin, raking thin scratches over the side of my knee.His other hand stretching from the puddle, dripping a few isolated drops as he gripped my heel so his other hand could wind up my calf in a long caress. Reaching for my thigh and stretching to reach higher."Get off of me!" I kicked at him, struggling to get free I fell.His hands were still trailing my leg reverently. "Mmm. So beautiful..."He was using the physical contract to draw himself through the water like a portal to get to my location.I knew Orin was always watching through water, waiting to spot me. Obsessed beyond reaso
My curiosity got the better of me. Scanning the occupants furtively I saw dark skin to light skin beings. Some with pointed ears, some with twisted snouts or thing lips exposing fanged teeth.Monsters of every breed here. I noticed.But turning my head a bit further beneath the hood of my cloak, allowed me to glimpse the figure sitting in the west windowsill. His booted feet resting on a chair beneath him. Men surrounding him. Ones that had been happily regaling the group with tales of their feats until I walked in. His hair was pale blonde and mimicked the shade of the moonlight peering in on the wide, indented sill next to him. Blue eyes were fierce as they stared at me unblinkingly.Oh, no.He must've nodded because the barkeep told me where to go.I climbed the side stairs, far against a back wall. Turning twice, before they reached the second level. The railing dusted in gilt. And the steps trimmed in it. I suspected there'd once been a shining gold or red rug which had long sinc
"You're not my slave. But you are one of my subjects.""Don't you mean one of King Eternus'?" I sneered. Feeling a moment of true joy at sending that jab home."It is he they serve, but I that protects them." Gray said flatly. Impossible to rattle.I knew that. But it's still worth a try.In truth, I found him incredibly intimidating when he was cold and calculatedly calm like this. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, or what he was up to. He seemed to operate very different then every other monster I knew.And I found that threatening."Thus, you think they're yours?""Yes. Mine to protect.""I am not yours. Nor do I need your protection." I sneered the word.He stiffened and rotated to stare at the same wall I was locked on. "Just because you don't want it, doesn't mean you don't need it.""Oh, you have me." I looked at him now. Less threatened when his dark blue eyes weren't picking me apart. "I need you, Gray...""So badly." I feigned a yearnful whine.He grunted. "Careful. One
The girl visibly deflated at the sight of him pressed against me."Sorry, Sir." She murmured. Bobbing her head. "Brought the buckets, Sir.""No need to be sorry." Gray said in that dark voice. "Do as you need. You're no bother to me."It was humiliating that she could see us in such a compromising position.I probably looked no better than a common harlot with him molded against me as he was. His fingertips a breath away from fondling me."Is your intent to embarrass me?""No."I eyed him quizzically."It's to keep you right here, right where I want you, whilst she goes in and out."He wasn't jesting.Even when the brawny lad drug in the large metal tub and began pouring the buckets that the barmaid had brought up, he didn't budge.Not until they said they were done. Placing a platter atop our cloaks on the chair.Gray barely grunted in response as they closed the door."They're gone." I reminded. "You can let me go now.""Oh?" He queried. "Should I leap at your command as the Skins d
Baths in general were something I could rarely enjoy, for fear Orin would find me. To fully bathe I typically had to hide my face or cover the majority of the water with a cloak.To keep him from seeing me.I feared that one day, I’d be careless, and he’d get ahold of me.Gray positioned my arms on the outside of the tub as he set me in. Letting them slide down the metal, behind me.Forcing me to sit entirely upright in the water, my back pinned to the metal. Making me feel even more vulnerable than when Frost had me chained to the wall this morning.Because it’s Gray that has me. A tiny voice admitted.My jaw ticked and I was ramrod stiff. Watching as he walked to the chair to remove the platter to the side table before flipping the buckles at the shoulders of his tunic. Letting the glittering gold chain mail fall from his chest and to the floor.He leisurely collected it and set it atop his cloak. He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots before standing to unbuckle his b
“No to which, Baby Girl?” He growled against my cheek but I for the life of me I couldn’t remember what we were talking about.“Stop calling me that.” I muttered weakly.“No.” He shook his head. “Never.”“Why do you always do this?” I said desperately. Awash with emotion.Something I hated.“What?”“Make-make me feel…Why can’t you-” My desperate voice cracked, and I gave up.“Make you feel vulnerable?” He queried knowingly. His flat voice devoid of any hint of emotion. Though I knew he basked in mine.“Why can’t you just get it over with like the rest?”“Because I’m nothing like them.” He said darkly. His face written with disdain as he put an arm along the edge of the bin to lean into me as his other hand found my entrance. Slipping one long, slim finger deep into my channel.I gasped and my eyelids fluttered at the pure pleasure of the gentle touch. The coaxing fingers working in and out of me to create slow building.I hated it.And I loved it.Which made me hate him even more.“An