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“Hold the barricades! We cannot allow the enemy to enter!”
The Knight Captain’s voice hollers over the bannisters, easily heard from within the safe confines of your room. You were packing your clothing as quickly as you could, clothing that would make it easy for you to escape the castle relatively undetected. Behind you, your younger brother is sobbing for your father, your step-mother trying to hush him as you were busy. Anger welled up in your chest as the two of them did nothing to help make this moment easier, though you kept your tongue; it would do no good to divide your family now when the enemy was ready to storm the gates, “Marta, please pack a bag of clothes for my brother, we must hurry,” You urgently spoke to your handmaiden, who nodded quickly and hurried to follow your lead. Your step-mother gave you a look, but focused her attention on your brother, rocking the eight-year-old as if he were still just a baby. The Queen’s handmaids were moving swiftly, packing clothing that would be way too noticeable amongst the peasantry, “Pack drab and unassuming clothing, not the silk and velvet dresses!” You snapped angrily, the other women flinching at your anger and pouting at you.
Seriously, why had your father not thought ahead for situations like this? You almost wanted to go out and storm the barricades yourself.
Inhaling sharply, you tied your bag shut as tightly as you could, the loud cries and clanging of the fighting outside practically ringing in your ears. You quickly helped Marta and the other handmaids to finish their work, before ushering your family out of the rooms and into the halls. A Knight stood outside, waiting for the three of you and you tearfully bade Marta a safe goodbye, while the Queen dismissed her handmaids to follow yours. Then, you were lead down the halls by the Knight, though you occasionally had to make way for more soldiers to pass through the halls. You brother sniffled in your step-mother’s arms, the Queen’s pallor having gone ashen when you passed by the throne room - you had to swallow back the bile at the back of your throat. Your father screamed orders at the knights, clutching the stump where his leg had once been, his face wild. For a brief moment, the two of you locked eyes, and you felt the world begin to crumble beneath your feet at the fear, desperation and deep aching sorrow in his (E/C) gaze. You swallowed and tore your gaze away, hurrying down the corridors as fast as you could, making sure to stick as close to your family as you could. Soon, the sounds of fighting became louder as the three of you began to descend a secret flight of stairs, the Knight had pulled a lever to make them form. There was a loud, repetitive ‘thud… thud… thud…’ a few feet ahead of you, your heart thundering in your ears as you realised the enemy had brought a battering ram with them.
Hearing a noise coming from behind you, you turned and felt your pulse leap into your throat. Two large, hulking figures were hurrying down the corridor you and your family were rushing through. Had the enemy already pierced through the barricade?! You turned your sight forwards, noticing the fork in the road. It seemed the Knight had noticed as well because he urged the three of you to follow him down the right tunnel, though you paused at the fork in the road. Thinking quickly, you glanced to the other tunnel and whispered, “Go! I’ll be a distraction. Get out of here and to safety - we’ll meet again at the Inn!” Your step-mother tried to disagree with you, to grab your hand, but you had already turned to face the intruders, rushing to the bend to catch their attention while grabbing a rock from the floor, “Hey assholes!” You shouted, launching the rock in your hand towards one of them, the stone clanging against the metal before falling to the floor with a dull ‘thunk’. Heart racing, you heard your brother wailing your name, though to your relief the sound was becoming further and further away. The two men who had been following you began to rush towards you, but you were luckily faster than them, leading them down the wrong tunnel. You just had to keep ahead of them, enough that you could dart into one of the alcoves and hide there until they gave up the chase. Unfortunately, in all your wisdom, you had not asked the Knight where this tunnel leads, an error you regretted once you came to a dead-end after passing a corner, “No, no, no, no, no, oh gods, no,” You whispered, panicked, hearing the clanking of armour as your pursuers steadily caught up with you.
There was no way you would be able to escape now. Not when you were unarmed, untrained and without a potential weapon anywhere near you. Swallowing thickly, you blinked back the tears that threatened to blur your gaze, grabbing the nearby torch and turning to face the men following you, wielding the bright flare much as you’d seen a Knight wield his sword. If it had to come down to this, you were going to give them a hell of a fight - you refused to be taken prisoner so easily. The enemy soon caught up, breathing heavy, helmets tilting in curiosity when they saw you standing there, teeth bared and (E/C) eyes wild, adrenaline pumping through your veins, “Well, well, well, it would seem the little mouse has been trapped,” One of them hummed, amusement clear in his tone, the other continuing to stand at attention. There was a moment where neither of you made an attempt to go at one another and you felt your heart pick up the pace further. Your hands felt slick with sweat, straining to hold the torch steady, even as the flame flickered and threatened to go out, “Now, why don’t you put that down and we’ll take you back to the safety of your castle. Our liege has promised your safety if you were to be found, your Highness,” You noticed that he made no mention of your step-mother and brother, hope flaring to life in your chest. If those two were able to make it out of the besieged castle safely, then you would gladly die here, at the dead-end of a crossroads of tunnels.
You scowled and made your stance wider, your muscles tensing as both the enemy Knights watched you do so in bemusement. Gritting your teeth, you noticed that they were completely relaxed, not even seeing you as much of a threat - which you were sure they would regret in the next few moments. With a speed and precision, you darted towards the two men before you, using the walls to perform a devastating attack. The barely flickering torch went out, the Knights releasing surprised grunts when you slammed into them, using the wooden piece as a club and hitting them where you knew it would catch between the edges of their armour. Every time they reached out to grab you, you danced away easily, using your smaller stature to your advantage. The surprise of your attack seemed to have taken them off guard enough that they hadn’t yet decided to take you seriously, and you used that to your advantage to loudly slam the torch on one’s head while shoving the other away. They stumbled, giving you a brief space in which you could escape, which you did without hesitation. You darted back down the opposite way you’d come, intent on leading the enemy on another wild goose chase. You were so certain of your freedom, so certain you would be able to keep ahead for a little longer, to buy yourself and your family some time-!
You released a shocked, angered cry when you slammed into something hard as steel, the broad blockage preventing you from running as you’d intended. Before you could rip away from the offending thing - another enemy no doubt - something hard and heavy hit the back of your head, your world spinning dizzily as you slumped and lost consciousness.
You awoke sometime later on the same day in the wee hours of the morning. At first, you couldn’t remember the attack from the day before, your naked body stretching against familiar silk sheets. A deep sigh of contentment left your lips, though the throbbing in your head only became worse. As you moved your hands to rub your temples, they stopped short, something tight and cold locking them in place above your head. You felt your heart lurch in your chest, a burst of images that barely made sense in your half-awake state shooting adrenaline through your bloodstream. (E/C) eyes snapped open and you tugged your hands once more, a soft, angry and confused noise leaving your rough throat before you could stop it. There was a pain in your hips that next drew your attention next, your eyes snapping down as your breath caught in your throat. Your hips and thighs were mottled in dark, hand-shaped bruises, little cuts and marks from what you believed to be a set of very sharp nails matching the marks. A deep ache, unfamiliar and terrifying, throbbed in the core of your body, and you drew in a quick, sharp breath when you spread your thighs, hesitating a peek at your sheets - before swallowing back bile and tears as you saw the blood coating the insides of them, a small puddle having formed beneath your hips. Surely… surely not. You slammed your eyes shut with a sob, more aches and pains making themselves known across your body, particularly those of your bruised nipples and the deep bites on your neck. You couldn’t stop the frightened, horrified whimper that left you, the sound catching your attacker’s attention as he carefully removed his braid, freeing his long, flowing purple hair.
“I see that my little conquest is awake,” King Kars’ voice - a voice you’d hoped to never hear again after you rejected his marriage proposal last year - rang in your ears and you flinched, (E/C) eyes going wide with fear as you realised the precarious position you were in. Your gaze slid towards where he sat, in front of your mirror, only recently cleaned from a bath he’d had the captive maids draw once he’d finished his first round of ‘claiming’ you while you slept. You felt bile burn at the back of your throat, the King’s blood-red eyes roving your naked form, admiring the marks he’d left on you, the combination of cum and blood that coated your inner thighs and the sheets beneath you, “Hmmm, I am glad that you’ve finally deigned me with your awakening, my love. I almost feared you would never wake up and this war would have been all for nothing,” As he spoke, Kars moved to stand from his seat, body draped in shimmering silk, his naked and soft cock swinging freely between his legs. Despite yourself, your gaze fell to it, panic, revulsion and horror warring for control within your chest - there… there was surely no way in hell that had fit inside you, right? You remembered the blood decorating your thighs and flinched, your frightened (E/C) gaze locking with Kars’ amused red eyes, the King raised a brow, pride and satisfaction oozing from his form as he moved to stand beside you, “Do you enjoy the view, little one? You were moaning so sweetly while I took you in your slumber - such lovely sounds coming from that pretty mouth.”
He moved to cup your cheek in a falsely tender manner, before snatching his hand back quickly when you moved to bite him with a snarl. Kars growled at the action and you spat at him, glaring, your voice trembling with anger and fear as you spoke, “Unhand me you ruffian - you, you villain! How dare you-who gave you the right!” You were so upset you couldn’t even finish your sentences, body jerking and struggling to get loose from your bonds. Kars was quick to grab you and force you still, unwilling to see you hurt yourself, especially after he’d only recently gotten his hands on you. Even with the insults you spat towards him, he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to wander your figure; even amid your struggle, you were a vision of beauty, his thumbs rubbing light circles into your sides as he held you down. You thrashed, ignoring the throbbing discomfort that ricocheted through your body, voice becoming louder and increasingly venomous, “Blackguard! Scoundrel! A rascal with no renown! How dare you put your hands on me, how dare you t-take-!” You were interrupted by a wretched sob that passed your lips as what had been done to you hit full force in your mind. He’d raped you, he’d taken you when you couldn’t even fight, had ruined your body and reputation, and forced you to become his. You knew that even if you managed to escape that you would be condemned for ‘allowing’ Kars to take you, that you would be looked down on in disgust for having your purity taken before marriage. Tears trickled down your cheeks and you heard Kars crooned softly, the larger King leaning down to pepper kisses over your face, licking away your tears. You hated him, you loathed every fibre of his being for what he’d done, and yet, you leaned into the touch, your need for comfort overriding your desire for freedom.
The purple-haired man hummed, stroking his fingers up and down your sides, relishing how weak you were, bound on the bed, all for his enjoyment. Though he adored you, lusted after you, and wanted you as his Queen, Kars was not a man to deny his desires - especially not when he could so easily take what he wanted from you now that you were his, “Shhh, don’t worry, my (Y/N),” He murmured, his kisses steadily slipping from your face to trail lower and lower, one hand kneading your hip while the other tangled itself in your hair, tugging your head back and forcing you to go still when you writhed and attempted to struggle out of his hold, “I’m sorry that you’re so upset with what I’ve done-” he didn’t sound sorry at all, you thought bitterly, “-but you left me with little choice when you rejected me. If you had accepted my proposal, I would have had the patience to wait until the night we wed,” Kars voice was a quiet rumble as he spoke, sharp teeth grazing the already bruised and bitten skin of your neck, the King eager to place more of his claim on your body. He easily pressed your body down onto the mattress, shrugging off the silken robes with ease, his thick cock already beginning to plump and grow hard as he shifted to loom over you in bed, “I find that I was just too impatient, my little Queen. I desire you so, crave to feel your body against mine, for your sweet little cunt to take my cock, my seed, to claim you so thoroughly there would be no question as to which King you belong to,” You shuddered at his words, hips bucking up to try and dislodge Kars from your body, only for his hands to catch them in a tight grip. He shuffled lower, mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over the soft skin of your belly, pausing to nip sharply at the space where your waist and pelvis met, his warm breath shooting chills up your spine, “You tempt me in ways no other has ever done… I had to make you mine, my beloved, my Queen, I had to ensure that you would be unable to leave me… I’m certain my Kingdom could care less if the future heir was conceived out of wedlock,” Kars’ amused rumble had you freezing up, your legs attempting to snap shut as he shouldered his way between them, mouth pressing slow kisses to your bruised and puffy labia, twinges of discomfort drawing sweet little whimpers from your already rough throat, “Hmmm, does it hurt, my (Y/N)? Is your poor little cunt all bruised and swollen from our first night together? Hush, I know how to remove this pain, my dearest.”
With those words, Kars inhaled deeply and opened his mouth, taking your swollen folds into his mouth. The King groaned at the taste - the blood of your maidenhead, his lingering seed, the barest hint of your growing arousal - tongue laving slowly and surprisingly gently over your slit. You froze at the sensation, a deep, aching throb causing your inner muscles to clench around nothing, an ugly little noise leaving your throat before you could stifle it. Your back arched instinctively, mind warring in confusion; it felt… it felt good, but you were also so, so sensitive, your bruised cunt fluttering with pleasure-pain as Kars slowly lapped his tongue between your labia, the blade rubbing over your turgid clit, an intense bolt of pleasure rushing through you and leaving you dizzy, “W-wait-don’t-!” You whined, pathetic and weak, your teeth biting into your lower lip to stop speaking. Oh, gods… his-his tongue ! You shuddered, instinctively clenching your thighs tightly around Kars’ head, uncertain if you were trying to prevent him from continuing the pleasurable ministrations of his mouth, or if you were trying to pull him closer. Whatever the reason, your hips slowly began to rock into the King’s face, though your actions were halted by his hands tightening, bruising your body further with eager, possessive intent. Kars rumbled softly, the vibration of his mouth causing a trembling little moan to hiss through the barrier of your teeth, the enamel edges digging into your lower lip even harder as you tried to muffle your noises. You turned your face away and allowed your eyes to flutter shut, body trembling against the urge to buck and writhe in Kars’ hold, trying to pretend that this wasn’t happening - and worse, that you weren’t enjoying it.
Kars, however, relished the small noises and movements your body made - it was so different from when he’d taken you in your sleep, your lax body rolling with his thrusts while sporadic moans would leave your parted lips. His tongue gradually laves deeper, eager to taste more of your cunt, to taste the evidence of his previous actions while your thighs trembled, trying not to clench around his head to draw him deeper. Burying his nose in your pubis, he thrust his long, thick tongue inside your aching walls, the slick insides quivering and clenching lightly around the intrusion, “O-oh gods, oh gods-! A-ah, hahh, n-nnnnno, pl-please, Kars, I-!” Whatever you were trying to say was lost to the cry you released at the feeling of his mouth sucking around your labia, your throbbing clit grinding against the flat blade of his tongue with each thrust the muscle made inside you. Though there were throbs of discomfort, your body still achy and sensitive from having your maidenhood brutally taken from you, there was pleasure rushing through you as well. With each slick press of Kars’ tongue inside you, you could feel the deep, unending emptiness inside your core, more of your juices begin to flow from your labia, coating Kars’ tongue in the sweet nectar. He drank from you as if you were fine wine, loud and wet slurps and sucks creating a background cacophony of noises beneath your whining cries. You writhed, legs kicking out, thighs clenching tightly around Kars’ head, but the King didn’t seem to mind as his hair became mussed and tangled. If your hands were free, you no doubt would have held onto his head and tried to ride his face, the image causing him to release a pleased rumble, the vibrations of the sound having you bucking against his face, “Ah! Hahh, hahh, please, ‘s too much, I-I can’t!” You mewled, tears rushing down your cheeks, humiliation, anger and lust rushing through your chest in equal measure. You were so, so wet, heat coursing through your body and flushing your skin, your nipples perked from the sensations that skittered up your spine. Your mind was already beginning to grow foggy, a familiar tension coiling tightly in the pit of your gut as Kars steadily worked you up with his mouth, “Oh please, oh please, ohpleaseohpleaseohplease -!”
“Hmmmm, so loud,” Kars purred as he pulled his lips and tongue from your cunt, the sudden lack of pleasure causing you to make an ugly, needy noise that the King filed away for the next time he would have you like this. The tip of his tongue trailed over your soaked and dripping labia, your clit swollen and practically standing upright. Your entire body shivered beneath his darkened blood-red gaze, only for your back to arch sharply, a surprised moan to leave you when you felt one of his thick fingers brush between your folds, “You’re so perfect for me, my little Queen. I do so adore seeing how easily you end up bending to my whim,” Kars mused, turning to mouth at one of the bruises he’d previously left on your skin, eyeing your flustered and aroused expression before sinking his teeth sharply into the plush flesh. You jolted and whined, the distraction allowing Kars to easily sink one finger inside your tight pussy, relishing the way you clenched around the digit while he marked you even further. Sucking at the new bite, he deepened the bruise, thrusting his finger with slow, methodical motions, finally pulling away from the mark to growl thickly, “Gods, but I want to ruin you - perhaps I was too hasty to stake my claim while you slept… I should have had you like this, those pretty (E/C) eyes looking at me, watching as I prepared you to take my cock,” You shuddered, disgusted at the arousal his words shot through your body, your cunt tightening around his finger, the tip of a second one beginning to prod and tease your entrance. You remembered how big Kars was, his cock practically as thick as your wrist and shivered again, trepidation filling you - sure, he’d forced his cock inside you while you slept, the evidence of such easily felt with the way your pelvis throbbed achily, but you hadn’t been aware of it. How were you going to be able to take it?! Kars chuckled at the fearful expression on your face, the King cruelly forcing a second finger inside your tightened heat, loving the way your juices squelched wetly around the digits, “Fear not, my (Y/N), you’ll be able to take all of what I give you. You were made to take me, the perfect sheath for my cock, so sweet and wet and tight around me as I fuck my Kingdom’s future into this soft little belly.”
You shook your head desperately, suddenly remembering exactly what purpose this was for, trying to jerk away from Kars’ touch, though the purple-haired man easily grasped your hips and forced you still, “No! Please, no, anything but that!” You whimper, shivering when he thrusts his fingers harshly inside your cunt, the pads pressing against an extremely sensitive spot inside your body, all while the digits scissored your pussy open in preparation for the King, “Please, Kars, I would do anything except that, please - a-at least wait un-until you have wed me-!” Your panicked, pleading attempts at negotiation are ignored as the King pushes a third finger inside your aching heat, scissoring the three inside you before deciding you were stretched enough and pulling them out. Feeling the leaking, blunt head of Kars’ cock slide between your labia to press against your entrance, your breath stuttered in your chest, (E/C) eyes going wide with fright when the purple-haired man loomed over you. The flames of your lust cooled slightly at feeling the girth of the larger man against you, so close to pushing inside your tight heat, your inner muscles clenching in anticipation and fear. Your gaze locked with Kars’ blood-red gaze, the dark pupil having swallowed most of his irises, a whimper leaving your rough throat as you tearily pleaded with him, “Please, please I won’t be able to take it, i-it’s too big, Kars, please,” Your words, however, only served to arouse Kars, a rumbling chuckle reverberating through his chest, clawed hands gripping your hips and forcing you still. You opened your mouth to try and plea with him again, anything to keep him from filling you - only for your back to arch as your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he slid his long, thick cock inside you with one wet thrust.
Kars sighed, pleased as he hilted his fat dick inside you, his balls pressing snugly into the curve of your ass, the head feeling as if it were buried in your stomach. You gasped and whined, hands clenching and arms tugging at your shackles, trying desperately to free yourself so you could squirm away. Kars hummed, admiring the tears that fell down your flushed cheeks, his thumbs rubbing light, soothing circles into the crease where your hips and thighs met. He was grinding idly, stirring his terrible cock in your cunt, attempting to get you used to the stretch and burn of being filled to the brim with him, “Such a good slut, taking me so well… I told you you were made for me, made to sheath me,” Kars rumbled, his gleaming gaze roving your body, tilting his head as he gently turned you onto your right side, lifting your left leg so it was flat against his chest, the shift in position allowing his member to reach impossibly deeper inside you, “And even if you weren’t, I would have carved your body to fit mine perfectly instead. You are mine, (Y/N), and I will never let you go,” As Kars spoke those words, he pulled out of you halfway before slamming ruthlessly inside you once more, a deep grunt coming from him as you wailed from the sensation. With that, he set a deep, hard pace, no gentle softness to be found as he lost what semblance of self-control he still had, intent on fucking you into submission, until you could do nothing but accept your place at his side.
A wretched little sob spilt messily from your lips, spit pooling in your mouth as you tried desperately to keep from drooling; it all felt so, so awful, so painful, you could feel the throb of your bruised insides attempting to push Kars out of your pussy - but it also felt so fucking good! You’d never felt this full, this stuffed and breathless, a sense of connection which you so desperately didn’t want welling up in the pit of your chest. You mewled his name, pathetic and weak, your head resting on your right arm, trembling leg against Kars’ chest, your body jolting with each hard pound of his cock inside you, punching the very breath from your lungs and leaving you unable to do more than whimper, moan and whine. Your mind was filled with fog, muscles tense and quivering, pleasure bursting through your synapses, leaving you unable to do more than lie back and take, take, take what Kars gave you. The voice in the back of your mind that insisted you fight back was drowned out by the sheer pleasure you felt, and when your eyes managed to somehow slide down your body, you clenched even tighter around Kars at the sight of the small bulge that moved in tandem with his thrusts, “Oh ffffuck, oh fucking gods, a-ah, hahh, hngh-!” You moaned, the blood rushing through your ears muffling Kars’ amused chuckle, the noises leaving your mouth encouraging him to pick up the pace. He leaned into you, one of his hands remaining on your hip, the other planted on the bed beside your head, his body practically covering yours, intimate, possessive, hiding you from potentially prying eyes like a dragon would his horde.
“Good, so good for me, I knew you’d be such a good Queen, such a good little fiancee, taking everything I give you, gods you’re filthy, wet, perfect,” Kars growled against your cheek, the hand on your hip moving to force your face towards his, your slack lips devoured in a deep, hungry kiss by the King. Your body clenched around him, juices gushing wetly with each meaty slap of his hips against yours, Kars steadily pounding you until you were on the edge of bliss once again, “Cum for me, my (Y/N), cum on my cock, milk me for all I have, make me fill you with my seed,” He snarled, breaking the kiss once more, and you wailed as you felt something pinch your clit harshly, sending you over the edge. Your entire body went tense, shaking apart as pleasure exploded through your mind, your pussy tightening like a vice around Kars as the King cursed, roughly slamming into you one last time. Hot, thick ropes of seed filled your abused cunt, so much that you could feel it drip from around the seal Kars’ thick cock made inside you, drenching you in a combination of your and his release. You slumped on the bed, weak, exhausted, dismayed that you had just given in so easily to the enemy as he continued to lightly grind and swirl his hips in lazy circles. It felt like too much, your sensitive cunt spasming and clenching, even more, milking him until you felt dizzy from all that you felt. Kars must have noticed your exhaustion, for he turned until his chest was pressed to your back, a deep sigh of relief passing him, his large arms wrapped around your waist, spent cock still stuffed inside your swollen, cum filled pussy, “Rest now, my little bird. You will need all your strength for the journey back home,” You whimpered, your eyes sliding shut against your better judgement as you tumbled into a deep, dreamless sleep.