by D L Colon
She takes a deep, calming breath and she sighs. “It was just a matter of time before I would muster my courage to tell you.”
Glaycol puts his finger under Vlamarine’s chin and gently tilts her head up. Once her eyes meet his, he says, “I have come to this Kingdom in order to get help to overthrow the Dragon Empire, but I have also decided, after what I learned from Ethan Iron Born, that I would kill the current King and place a new ruler on the throne. This isn't the first time I have done this, so I want you to know that what you went through will only enforce the decision that I had already made before coming here. Ethan doesn't know I plan on killing his brother, and from what I hear, he wants the same thing to happen to him. But, more importantly, I want you to know that whatever he may have done to you, that will not change the way I feel about you, Vlamarine.”
Vlamarine feels relief wash over her as she listens to Glaycol say those words. She knows she can trust him with everything about her and he will not look at her differently. Vlamarine takes Glaycol’s hands and pulls a little so he follows her as she leads him back to her place. They are getting closer and fear starts to creep back in on her. Glaycol quickly picks up on it and puts a reassuring arm around her shoulders, letting her know that he is there for her, to support her.
Vlamarine feels relief again and as she opens the door with her back to Glaycol she says, “I was tortured and raped by the King of the Elves, Hatios. The touch of an Elven male disgusts me but also brings back those memories. I thought I would hate males in general, and I do, but you are different, Glaycol. Your touch calms me and brings me inner peace, which is something I have been searching for, for a while.”
Glaycol gulps, letting the news sink in. He tries to keep his emotions in check, but he can feel the Dragon Slayer inside of him wanting to come out and make Hatios suffer for what he did to Vlamarine. Glaycol takes a deep, calming breath before he meets Vlamarine’s eyes and asks, “Would you be able to elaborate on what he did to you?”
Vlamarine takes a deep breath and her mind goes back in time to remember those dark times. She slips into a trance-like state before she starts recounting out loud. “I was young and in training to achieve the highest rank in the Elven Kingdom, body guard of the King, which at that time was Satioh. I wanted to be of great service to the Kingdom and I had worked my way to the top through hard work and merits, but the King didn’t want someone who hadn’t been on the battlefield watching his back so he denied my promotion and sent me to train under the Archers’ Guild. A few years later the King died unexpectedly and his eldest son, Hatios, succeeded him. Everyone thought he would be a just King like his father, but then things started to change. He started to surrounded himself with elven females, and then, out of nowhere, he appeared at the Archers’ Guild and saw me. I was already at the top of my game in the Guild, I was the best archer they had to offer, but he wasn’t interested in my merits, he was interested in my body. I was honored when he offered me the bodyguard position I wanted so much under his father’s rule. There were rumors going around about him raping or breaking the females he had under his wing, but I didn’t believe them, after all the people make rumors about the King all the time. Once I started to work under him I began to feel his eyes on me more and more, until one night I was called to his chambers with the excuse that he wanted to discuss some strategies about his protection during a ceremony the following week. Once I arrived at the room the guards were already waiting for me. They opened the door and when I walked in I saw that there were other females there, laying on his bed while he was on a chair, watching as they beat each other to death.”
Vlamarine stops and tears cloud her eyes as she remembers what’s coming next. She starts crying and Glaycol closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around her, which makes her hold her breath as tears keep falling down her face. Between sobs she says. “I’m…” sob “Okay…” sob “Glaycol…” sob “I’ll continue now.”
Wiping her tears away, Vlamarine’s eyes get a faraway look as she continues; “Coming upon that scene, I stifled a cry and he turned around to face me. He snapped his fingers and the two guards held me still. I watched him as he brought out his knife and cut my clothes open, showing my full naked body, uncorrupted by his hands. Pure and clean were the words he used before he started to touch my breast. As he fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples his other hand trailed down my belly. At the first sign of a fight from me, he hit my face with the back of his hand and I could taste my own blood in my mouth. Quickly he made me realize who was in control and I learned that I couldn’t fight him because every time I did he would slap me in the face. After I learned to withstand the pain when he hit me for defying him every time he would try to do something to my body, he started hitting me like a sack of grain. It started out with him only touching and hitting me until one night he decided to take away the one thing that would keep me pure for a marriage with a good Elven male, my virginity. In our society every woman who isn’t a virgin on the night of their marriage would be considered a common whore.”
Vlamarine stops once again as her tears fall faster now. She tries to pull away from the comfort of his arms, but Glaycol doesn’t let her. Instead he starts to rub her back, reassuring her that he will not be going anywhere. Letting her know that he will remain by her side until the end. After a few moments pass, Vlamarine takes a few deep breaths and continues, “That night he forced himself on me as four guards held me down. When he penetrated me it hurt like nothing I had ever experience before because I knew in that instant he had ruined my future forever. After that first time he would tie me to the bed posts and have his way with me. He would beat me up while pounding his way inside me. He would have others watch as he would viciously rape and beat me. After he grew tired of me he would share me with his personal guards. This went on for two years. After the Dragon Empire attacked I asked Ethan to take me off the King’s bodyguard and put me as a Watcher of the Gate. That was the last time I ever saw the king. After that every time a male would approach me, I would throw him a look like I wanted to kill him and he would back away. Not long after my departure from the castle, the King started to remove females from their homes. The Prince and Princess tried to stop this, but hold no value under his leadership so Ethan left. That’s everything, Glaycol. I’m going to get a shower.”
Vlamarine breaks out of Glaycol’s embrace and walks away without looking back. Instead of going into the bathroom like she said she was, she goes into her bedroom and Glaycol follows her. He pulls her into his arms just as she breaks down and cries. He stands there, letting her lean on him for support, while his mind starts thinking of a way he can make the King pay and bring a new Ruler to the throne.
Chapter 17
The next few days are a nightmare. Vlamarine keeps reliving those dark days and Glaycol keeps feeling powerless because he can only keep those memories at bay for a while and he can’t help but regret his decision to ask her about those dark days.
Glaycol is sitting outside the house looking at Zodiac, who seems to be having fun by himself as he is enjoying eating grass, while his mind keeps remembering the last few days and the sleepless nights where Vlamarine wakes up screaming, or running toward the bathroom to throw up whatever she had eaten that day. He is also wondering if Ethan has had any luck scheduling an audience with the King.
Vlamarine sees Glaycol sitting by himself pondering the discussion with her about her past and she can't help but feel hurt by his attitude. She can see the regret he is feeling by asking her and she wants to reassure him that he shouldn't be regretting his decision. She also felt that he needed to know before he met King Hotias. She was afraid he would make the King tell him and that would cause more damage than her telling him herself. With this new found resolve she approaches Glaycol, who has not noticed her standing there. Once she puts her hand on his shoulder he snaps out of his thoughts and faces her.
She takes this as a sign to speak, “Glaycol Master, I can tell that you are re
gretting asking that question a few days ago, but I want you to know that I don’t regret sharing those dark days with you. If I am given the opportunity to change anything in my past, I wouldn’t change anything because those dark days are what brought you into my life, and that’s not something I would change for anything.”
Glaycol, amazed at the sincerity from Vlamarine, gives her a yearning look and confesses something to her. “For the last few days my body and mind have been screaming for your touch, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you knowing the dark past that haunts you these nights. One thing I keep wondering is, what happened to the woman that has made it impossible for me not to fall head over heels for her. I know she’s still here within you, but now all I see is the haunted side of you. I have come to see every aspect of you, but the woman who is standing right in front of me is not who you truly are.”
Glaycol stands up and gives Vlamarine a gentle kiss on the lips.
The moment his lips touch hers she feels something click inside her, and those dark days instantly become memories, no longer holding any power over her. She feels a strange power surging from the earth and then she remembers that in the Elven Kingdom when a female finds her first love the gods grant them their blessing in a way only they can understand. Their partner won’t notice anything different. Vlamarine deepens the kiss, letting all her emotions tell him that she is back and her body is screaming for him, too.
Glaycol lifts Vlamarine by her waist and carries her into her room. He lays her gently on the bed, slowly takes her clothes off, and takes his time exploring her body. “Today, I will make you feel special.”
He makes slow, easy love to her, giving her all the pleasure she deserves. After he is finished he takes his time to help her shower, making her feel wanted, loved, needed, cherished, everything that she had never experienced before.
When he is finished he looks out the window and sees that night has fallen. They go to bed and this time she takes control. She takes the time to pleasure him the way he did to her. After they both fall over the edge they fall asleep with their bodies entwined, listening to each other’s steady heartbeat.
Morning has come and Glaycol wakes to an empty bed. Thinking something has happened to Vlamarine, he runs out of the room. He finds her in the kitchen cooking them some breakfast and sighs with relief. He grabs her by the waist, turns her around, and kisses her full on the lips while his hand trails down her back to her butt. They both groan when they are interrupted by a knock on the door. Glaycol releases her and goes back to the bedroom to get dressed before he answers the door. Ethan and Jasorian are impatiently waiting for him on the other side and Ethan immediately says, “I have news, Glaycol.”
Glaycol looks at him with a serious expression and asks, “The King decided to see us then?”
Ethan nods, but then he frowns, “He said there was one condition, though.”
Glaycol’s expression remains blank, even though his emotions were running rampant. “Which is?”
“You must bring Vlamarine with you.”
Vlamarine chooses that moment to come to the door. She hears what Ethan says and responds before Glaycol can protest, “Oh, I was planning on coming in the first place. This just makes it easier on me.”
Glaycol looks at Vlamarine with a worried expression, but she gives him a look reassuring him that she is going to be okay and that this is something she needs to face with him by her side. Glaycol gives her a small nod then says, “Okay, let’s get ready then.”
Glaycol and Vlamarine disappear into the bedroom where they each suit up for battle, Glaycol in his armor with his great sword on his back and his short sword at his waist, and Vlamarine in her archer uniform. Once fully dressed, they both come out and Glaycol looks completely changed.
Jasorian whistles and says, “You look like you both are ready to kill someone.”
Glaycol and Vlamarine look at each other as they say in unison, “You have no idea how true that is.”
Without another word they leave, heading to the castle to meet the King.
Chapter 18
They are almost at the castle’s gate when Vlamarine realizes she is getting more confident. Once they are at the gate she loses a little of that new found confidence when she recognizes the two faces waiting for them. They are two of the faces she wishes she could forget.
Upon seeing Vlamarine the two guards look at each other and a lecherous smile comes across their faces. The look isn’t missed by Glaycol and it is one he cannot ignore. He shifts toward them, fully intending to kill them, but Vlamarine grabs his hand and shakes her head, signaling him that now is not the time. Glaycol, once again, buries his emotions deep inside where no one can try to use them against him.
Ethan turns around and addresses the group, “These two guards are part of the group of guards that will guide us to his Majesty, my brother, King Hotias.” He then turns to the guards, and with a menacing look, says, “Don't try anything stupid or I'll have you both killed.”
The guards smirk and open the gate. Once they enter, one of them takes the front and the other takes the rear. As soon as they hit the steps to the castle two more guards join them and they quickly close the space so they are walking in a tight circle. After a moment they start rotating and each one of them touches Vlamarine. She just keeps walking, brushing the repulsive feeling invading her aside. She knows that each of the guards were ones that she was given to when the King grew tired of her, but she knows that if she does something now they will never make it to the King.
Glaycol keeps a straight face, controlling himself as he watches what the guards are doing to Vlamarine. He knows he can't do anything now. They may think he doesn't know what they are doing, since every few minutes they rotate who is leading, but Glaycol doesn't need his vision to know what's going on. All his senses are heightened to their peak and each one of the guards has a specific scent and he perceives all of them on Vlamarine.
They make it to the throne room and when the guards open the door they see the King sitting on the throne while a female Elf is riding him like there in no tomorrow. The smell of sex and blood fills the room and Glaycol knows that this room has been used for more than hearings. Glaycol looks at the King, who seems to be bored, until he sees Vlamarine. His eyes lock on her and a lecherous smile spreads across his face. The smile shows that he thinks he has found his long awaited prey and Glaycol decides to block the view of her from him.
The female who is riding the King moans then notices the presence of Vlamarine and says, "Mmmm, you got bigger when that bitch walked in the room. She always was your favorite.”
The King slaps the female across the face and rises up from the chair, making her fall onto the floor at his feet. After pulling his pants up he smiles mockingly at Ethan and says, "Little brother, I’m so glad you requested an audience with me. As you have seen I was busy the last few days, but if I had known my dear Vlamarine was coming back to the castle I would have finished the matter faster than I did and not have made you wait.”
Ethan, brushing off the insult coming from his brother, says, “Well, it makes no difference how long I had to wait. Where is sister?”
Suddenly the doors burst open and Ethan turns around to see the princess there, "Tricia Iron Born, the years have treated you well, my sister."
Tricia gives a menacing look at the King, who pays no attention to it, as she walks toward Ethan and gives him a warm hug as she whispers into his ear, "Hotias has lost his mind. He is trying to get one of the guards to rape me, so he could then rape me himself.”
The color drains from Ethan’s face the moment those words reach his ear. Intending to move, Glaycol puts a pressuring hand on Ethan, keeping him still. Ethan looks at Glaycol menacingly, letting him know that he should let go of him. Glaycol’s look grows colder, a dark, bloodthirst showing from it, which makes Ethan stay put.
Hotias ignores his siblings and looks at Vlamarine. “My dear Vlamarine, it’s been so long. Why don’t you go with m
e to my room to celebrate our reunion?”
Vlamarine starts walking toward Hotias. In her mind she knows that an opportunity like this will not present itself again, but she says a silent apology to Glaycol as, to everyone’s surprise, especially Glaycol’s, she says, “With pleasure, Hotias.”
Glaycol is shocked. Rage is burning through him and his killing intent is pouring from his body in waves. Everyone is expecting him to go after Hotias, but he shows no sign of movement. Instead, he is looking at Vlamarine, who has thrown herself into Hotias’ arms and they are walking to the door on the right that leads to the King’s chambers.
Upon entering his room, Vlamarine locks the door behind her, and she smiles at him, “I don’t want us to be interrupted.” Hotias smiles at her words as Vlamarine spots the chains on the wall. She grabs Hotias by the hand and tells him, “I want to be in control for the first time.”
Hotias smiles and responds, “Since you are my favorite, Vlamarine, this one time I will do it.”
Hotias tries to kiss Vlamarine and she puts her finger over his lips and shakes her head, “You can’t be rewarded that easily, can you?”
Hotias smiles and nods as she slowly chains him to the wall. Once the chains are in place she puts something on his mouth, to cover his screams, and his eyes follow her like a hungry dog. Vlamarine drops her quiver and bow as she slowly proceeds to take off her shirt, showing him some skin. She can see the ridge of his cock though his pants and she smiles a little as she walks over to him and lowers his pants. She places one of her hands on his bulging hard on and starts to move it, keeping him from noticing what her other hand is doing. She reaches behind herself, pretending to unhook her bra, but instead, Vlamarine pulls a knife she has hidden in her bra. She takes it out, and with a quick movement, cuts his cock from his body. Once she has it in her hand, she throws it on the floor and grabs her bow and arrows. She shoots an arrow into each of his hands, then his thighs, shoulders, and knees before embedding her last arrow into his head. With her hands covered in blood, she opens the door to the throne room and steps out. The guards turn around and see her hands covered in blood so they proceed to attack her, but with one swift, movement she stabs both of them through their heart. Ethan, Jasorian and Glaycol proceed to kill the rest of the guards in the room while the females scream. Tricia is the only one standing there with a smile on her face. She is happy because she knows that the Kingdom is finally free.