“I don't understand...” Hilde began.
“Oh of course you do, my dear. You see, this general of mine is only held off of you by my power over him. The things he would do to you, you'd likely not survive.” She glanced down then and he'd grown even larger, straining to a different, lighter purple color. She looked away, terrified.
Braxus was obviously noting all of this. He let them stare each other down for a long moment, then banged his staff against the ground again for attention. “Why don't I just let him go for a bit?”
“No don't!” she started, holding her hand up as if she could stop magic with it. The creature had already gone to all four legs and knocked her to the ground. His sharp claws began to shred at her clothing as if it were a present to be unwrapped, while his hardness, far more massive than any human man could have presented was already pressing hard in between her legs though she was fully clothed.
Suddenly an explosion above her, and the demon was no longer there. He'd been replaced by ashes, ashes that covered her whole body. She coughed and turned to the side trying to get her breath.
Braxus offered her a hand to her feet. She stood and tried to access the damage. Her clothing was ripped to shreds and she had a deep cut above her right breast. It was dripping blood slowly between her cleavage.
“Well now, we can't have any of these boys having you, now can we?” He asked pointedly.
She wasn't sure. Her body had betrayed her, she found herself wet and willing. When she spoke, her voice was husky with need. “Are they all like that?”
His cowl nodded once. If he noticed her arousal, he made no comment. His voice grew distant. “All of them.” He then mumbled a few words and a portal appeared behind them.
“Do you respect my power now?”
“I do.”
“Then you shall grant me my boon?”
She did not even need to consider. The deaths of her men was too fresh. “No.”
He chuckled softly in his throat. He pulled her through the portal. “You are fortunate that I desire a virgin bride, my dear.”
CHAPTER 4
When the reappeared it was into the most lavishly decorated dwelling rooms that she had ever laid eyes upon. The main room was as large as the great hall in her own castle. Scattered were small alcoves with richly upholstered furniture and crystalline lamps instead of the torches that lit most rooms this size. The walls were hung with detailed tapestries, each would have taken a team of seamstresses years to make. Even the floors were decorated in the finest rugs that she'd ever viewed.
He began to walk through the room. She followed a few steps behind.
“What is this place?” she asked, hesitantly.
His hood turned so that he too could view the room. “It was once a harem.”
“A harem?”
“No longer, of course.”
She nodded. Of course there'd be no harem here. Not since no women existed.
He led her to the end of the room, where two iron doors, thrice as tall as her, barred their passage. She caught up to him at the knocker and stood next to him while he lifted the heavy iron knocker and let it fall three times.
He held his staff in front of her and pushed her back several steps. “You should not stand so close,” he warned.
She took another step back to be on the safe side as the doors began to open of their own accord. They creaked as if it had been hundreds of years since they opened, and judging by the dust they kicked up, perhaps it had.
Then the avalanche began. It was a trickle at first, a gold coin here, a gem there. They fell to the floor and echoed off the stone. Then it became a stream before finally the doors burst open fully and the wealth, more than she had imagined even existed in one place, tumbled down into equilibrium with the room behind.
When finally the last golden coin lay still upon the ground, she frowned at him. She went to her knees and picked a stray sapphire off of the ground and held it up to eye level.
“I don't understand. You wish to win me over with your wealth? This has not been touched in ages. It clearly is not doing you any good. Why do you think I need it? I turned down power already.” She tossed the sapphire back into the pile and stood, brushing off her shredded leggings.
“Not wealth itself, my dear. It's what wealth can bring.”
“I don't understand.”
He lowered his hood then. He was much closer to middle age than she had expected from a dark wizard. He had sharp cheekbones on a gaunt face, and his black hair tumbled to his mid back. It was starting to go gray at the temples. She found herself surprised at how handsome he was. Her desire flashed back in a rush.
He then untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. Underneath he wore no shirt, only tight, black, leather pants and matching tall boots. The only color was a red sash that he wore around his waist. His body was tight and wiry, far more muscular than what she'd expected in a magic user. She felt her body become flushed at the sight and she turned her head.
“Do not look away.” His voice was stronger now. He crossed the distance to them and lay his hand to her chin, pulling her pale brown eyes up to his deep green ones. “This is what I offer you, for your hand.”
“What..?” she began.
His throaty chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “Pleasure, of course.”
He touched both hands to her cheeks, though his eyes never left hers. Very slowly he traced downward, to her neck, to her shoulders, not even pausing as they touched the rips his general had left there. They traced down the sides of her breasts then moved towards each other, toward the fastenings on her shirt.
She could not, or did not stop him. Quickly enough, there was an open line down her front, though he had not yet revealed her. Instead he stooped down and lay his mouth upon hers.
She was not sure how to react. Some part of her mind that had been pushed far away knew that this was wrong. This man, he'd done something to her. There was some reason she should not allow this. Then his tongue slipped into her mouth and she stopped trying to remember.
He slipped her shirt off and bare her breasts to his eyes. Distantly she knew she should mark this, the first time a man had seen her this way, but her body knew how to react. He took one breast in his hand and squeezed it, while pulling her body into his and kissing her deeply. She felt a moan escape her lips.
She arched her back as he moved his mouth down to her nipple. She pushed her breast against his hand to allow him better access. Still he did not seem to have his fill of her. He moved his mouth from her breast and picked her up by the waist as if she weighed nothing. He plopped her down onto a plush ottoman and unlaced her boots. He tossed them to either side and began the same with her pants.
Still, the fog clouded her mind. She knew she should try, it nagged at her. Why couldn't she let go and just enjoy the pleasure?
He had removed all her clothing then and he stood over her. He gazed hungrily at her body. She watched him as he stared, feeling no shame in her nakedness.
“It is a feast. I am not sure where to begin.”
She felt a whimper escape her lips. A predatory smile came across his. He had discovered what he was to do. Shockingly, he parted her legs, though he still wore all the clothes he had before, and buried his face deep between them.
Her eyes went wide at this. She'd known somewhat about sex, but this was never something she'd considered. She should be scandalized, she knew. Still she found herself relaxing into his touch. The doubts, the fears, the anxiety began to wash away and she felt a calm she'd never felt before.
Soon enough it changed. The pleasure began to mount. It was a bit frightening, although different from the fear she'd felt earlier. She was instead afraid of what was happening to her body. It had become tense in a different way than before. And he continued, and she both wanted him to stop and desperately did not.
Finally something hit. White flashed across her eyes, and a ringing sound hit her ears. She lost control of the muscles in her thighs
, and they began to tremble uncontrollably. She heard screaming, then realized it was her own.
Several minutes later she realized where she was. He'd moved from between her legs and lay next to her on the ottoman. He was slowly stroking her body possessively as he watched her.
“I do believe that was your first time.”
It took her a moment to realize what he meant. The fog was still extremely thick around her brain.
“Did you enjoy it?”
She wet her lips and tried to speak, nothing came out. She tried again and the same thing happened. Finally she just nodded.
“Good.” With a quick motion, he had straddled across her chest. She had not even seen that he'd divested himself of his clothing beforehand, but she was certainly aware of it now. He lay his thick, long member in between her breasts and slowly slid it back and forth, lubricated by her sweat.
“I'm sure you won't mind returning the favor?” he asked, as he pushed her breasts together.
She looked at him questioningly, again having never heard of this sort of thing. He shook his head at her innocence and simply guided himself to her lips.
“Careful of your teeth, my dear. I will show you what to do.”
He kept sliding between her breasts but let the tip go into her mouth, then come all the way out. He held one hand on the back of her head, to support it, while he used the other hand to keep her breasts together. She did as he asked and kept her mouth opened wide, trying to use her lips as a pillow for his head. She sucked on it a bit, as that seemed like what he wanted her to do.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. A deep moan escaped his lips. She kept what she was doing, but he began to move faster. He slipped more and more of himself into her mouth. He did it subtly, and she was not able to protest as he began to hit the back of her throat.
Fear crept back into her then. She couldn't breathe. He'd been pulling all the way out before, but now each thrust was more heated, deeper. She couldn't get a breath around him. Yet more and more he took. He kept going faster, faster until finally, as if sensing her predicament, he let his free hand roam behind him and began to rub her.
She was already so sensitive from what had happened before that the sensation was enough to make her immediately fall over the edge once more. She shuddered, and he used the opportunity to stuff his whole length down, deep into her throat. He held her head there as he too shuddered. She felt something warm and liquid pour splatter down her throat. The groan that escaped his lips was primal.
Finally he pulled himself out of her throat, and she could breathe again. She felt relaxed then, and the cloud began to dissipate as he lay next to her, once again absently running his fingers down her skin.
“That's enough for now. I can leave your maidenhead for our wedding night.” He pinched one of her sore nipples. He leaned down to her ear, whispering softly. “Grant me my boon. Be my bride and I will shower you with riches and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”
The fog of desire cleared. She jerked away from him then, standing awkwardly on shaking thighs. She grabbed the nearest pillow to cover herself.
“How dare you! You, you.. villain!”
He sighed and lay on his back, still completely nude, and quickly coming back to life. A smirk crossed his face.
“You used your magic to seduce me! How dare you!”
His shock seemed real to her. “I can assure you, my dear, I have no powers over the mind.”
“Of course you do! I would never have, I never would have allowed such liberties to be taken.”
He laughed then. “That was all you, dearest.”
She flushed red in embarrassment. “It does not matter! I shall never be your bride!”
He sighed deeply. “So you refuse me a second time, Hilde?”
“I do! I shall refuse you a thousand times! And a thousand again! You murdered my people, you expect me to simply wed you after ...” her legs shook again and she tried to regain her composure. “After you took advantage of me?”
He stood then, and it was if the man who had just lain with her was gone, and the wizard was completely back in control. He grabbed the staff. It's eyes already were glowing a deep red. She looked up to him. His too had begun to glow red. She took an involuntary step backwards and stumbled onto another overstuffed chair.
“You have made a terrible mistake. You have only one more question. If you refuse again, things will go very, very badly for you.”
CHAPTER 5
After he spoke, he grabbed his staff and slammed it into the ground. She covered her eyes quickly before the light could blind her. When she finally reopened her eyes she found herself in a round, stone room containing only lit torches lining the walls and a very large mirror against the far wall. She appeared to be alone. She went to the mirror to investigate.
She stood in front of the mirror for a long time, staring at herself and trying to understand the predicament she was in. She was still nude, but she would not allow that to shame her. She was a queen now, and she knew she had to act the part.
Still, none of this made sense. Why did he kill her father only to bring her to this place? She understood his killing of her guards, they would and did fight to the death to protect her. Yet why did he need her to wife in order to take over her kingdom? As powerful as he obviously was, she couldn't understand why he would need some sort of political play. He might be accepted by the populace as her husband, after a fashion. They would not be happy to have an unknown wed their beloved queen, but they would learn. Especially after they saw what he might do. But his army was nothing but demons. Her people would not accept that, either way.
A haunting whisper caressed her ear. “Beautiful...” it proclaimed. She knew his voice well enough, and her body went to full alert.
She could not see him, but she sensed him nearby. A brush of wind blew against her neck, scattering her honey blond hair behind her. She knew there could be no wind in this room, there was no window nor door. Still the air caressed her body intimately.
She was tired of this. “Show yourself.”
His laugher was haunting. “If you insist.”
His thin hands appeared first, closing on her shoulders. His glowing eyes then appeared, and then his face. His mouth was right next to her earlobe. Then the rest of his body appeared behind her and he kept his hands tightly pinning her shoulders from behind. He pressed himself against her, still nude, still excited.
She told herself not to be distracted by his body, so she stared at his mirror image's glowing, otherworldly eyes.
“Make your case then.”
“In such a hurry, my dear? You do know what happens if you refuse this time.”
She was not entirely sure she did, but she knew it would not effect her decision.
“I do.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh, then lay his chin upon her shoulder.
“As you wish.” He kept both hands tightly on her shoulders and nodded to the mirror.
Suddenly the mirror became clouded. She was able to make other shapes out then.
“It's my castle!” she exclaimed.
He said nothing, as the mirror pulled out the view. As the two of them watched, she saw the people in her courtyard, on her walls, in her village. She couldn't help but smile to see them all. These were people she'd known her whole life. She hadn't seen them over the past few months since she'd been away, but still, she had missed them.
As the mirror backed away she saw the same honor guard she'd been traveling home with, marching along. Then she saw herself, in her full armor, atop the horse she'd raised since it was a foal. She smiled again at that, she had so loved that horse. The whole scene was perfect and exactly how she'd left it.
Except that riding next to her, all in black, with a black horse, was Braxus.
Yet they seemed happy together. Her people would joke with him as they would with her. Occasionally he would reach over and touch her on the shoulder or touch her hand. The two of them c
learly appeared to be in love.
Then suddenly the mirror switched. There she saw the two of them at a small hand fasting, alone with only her honor guard. They kissed passionately.
It switched again, to her coronation. She was crowned first, then he too was crowned.
On and on it went, showing her views of this beautiful life they could have together. The children they would make, the grandchildren.
She wanted that life, yet, she supposed that was the point of the whole scenario.
“What then,” she asked, “would happen with your demons?”
He bristled behind her. “This is one possible future. If I chose to bring my armies over, this is what will happen.”
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