Foretold Destinies ((closed))

Closed for JewelSkye and a_libertine


The swishing of the tulle underskirt did nothing but remind her of how much it itched against her legs, despite the thin layer of protection her white pantyhose she wore provided. The reception had been underway for hours, and after the unbearably long ceremony before that... her legs and feet were aching from the high heels they'd made her wear. Aurora felt terribly out of place standing there in the poofy dress, with it's form fitting bodice. It hugged tight to her waist... so tight, in fact, if the fabric hadn't been so thick, she was certain you could have seen the indentation of her navel.

The inside of the bodice had cups built in to hold and support her heavy, firm young breasts and she'd been blushing all day as she realized that nearly every time she moved, you could see them give a slight jiggle. Her intended... No, scratch that... he was her husband now, wasn't he?, kept staring at them. The vows had been said, much to her chagrin, and no one had stood up to speak against them being married. Even her closest friends were silent during the entire ordeal, and she'd spent the entire time biting back tears. Like it or not, he was who her father had chosen to be her husband, and thusly the future leader of their people when he stepped down from his position as Captain. Multiple times throughout the day and afternoon, people had commented to her on how lovely she looked in the gown.

For Aurora's part, she thought she looked ridiculous... like someone had made a giant, gum drop shaped cake, painted it white, and then buried her in it up to her hips. They'd added smaller frosting coated cakes on her shoulders and then wrapped her torso and arms in the frosting as well, as if the gum drop skirt wasn't embarrassing enough. She'd begged her father that if he was going to make her go through with this mistake of a wedding, that he at least let her dress the way she'd like to... but he'd refused to let her dress in anything but a traditional wedding gown.

Her hair had been gathered up in curls atop her head, held in place by ivory colored hair pins, and decorated with small, fake white flowers. There was too much white to the entire outfit, in her mind... she'd always hated the way she looked in white. The lack of color made her look washed out and almost sickly, and her flame colored hair created such an odd contrast to the sparkling white that her eyes seemed to stand out dramatically... and not in a good way. Sure, some might consider her pretty like this, but she certainly didn't. Her husband, meanwhile, looked over at her once more, his eyes almost immediately drawn to the ample show of her cleavage, like they were magnetic and his gaze was metal. A heavy sigh left her as she looked at him, trying to avoid getting annoyed with his continued staring.

The reception was coming to a close, and though she despised standing there smiling and thanking people for their compliments and well-wishes on her doomed marriage, she more so hated the idea of having to retire to the honey moon suite that had been set up for herself and Angelus in a far reaching wing of the ship, away from most others. The ship was huge, expansive, and there were entire sections were the only power that was used there was to generate oxygen and keep the false gravity running. If you wanted to go into those sections, you either had to turn on the lights before you went, or you had to take a flashlight with you.

One of those wings of the ship had the lights running to it now, and had been prepared with care and diligence by the inhabitants her father had entrusted with planning this entire god-awful event. She didn't even want to see the place, let alone stay in it. she would have been perfectly happy calling him her husband and retiring back to their own rooms... separately... for the night. She'd just endured the longest, most difficult and stressful day of her life, the last thing she wanted to do was face loosing her virginity to someone she hated. She despised the way he looked at her as if she were below him... as if she were a possession. He'd always treated her that way, largely when her father wasn't around, and she was sure it would only get worse now that they were married.

As the crowd parted away from the doors to leave the dining hall and applause erupted around them, making Aurora's ears ring, she felt Angelus' fingers wrap around her own. They were moving toward those doors, away from the crowd where she knew she was safe from his possessive hands, the things he would want to do to her body. The people were excited... not just because of the new marriage and the fact that he'd soon be their new leader... but also because this coupling, this marriage between two of the youngest people on the ship... was their last real hope of a fruitful joining between two of their people. If Aurora failed to produce children with Angelus, they were certain their race was destined to die out.

Holding back tears, Aurora lifted her head proudly and as soon as they were out of the view and ear shot of those they'd left behind at the reception, Aurora's hand yanked itself from his grasp as she walked along with him. She had to be his wife... but that didn't mean she had to constantly pretend to be happy about it. Loyalty was one thing... she was bound to him now, she'd be loyal to him because she wanted what was best for her people... But love? Not hardly.

It had been a fine day to this point Angelus thought to himself. He had finally been married to Aurora and in turn sealed his future as the Captain of the People when the time came. The reception had been a long torturous ordeal, keeping him from consummating the marriage. A minor detail at this point, but a detail that Angelus relished the chance to fulfill.

His blue and gray uniform fit snugly around his shoulders and chest, draping over his firm stomach. Piercing blue eyes punctuated his hawkish face. Though a handsome face, it was stern as well.

The same discipline that ruled his career also ruled his private life, not that there is much of a private life aboard a ship. Eventually everyone knows everyone else's business. He had never hidden the fact that his career goal was to be Captain, and the marriage to Aurora was the final step in that career plan.

Angelus grasped Aurora's hand as they left the reception hall and missed the point where she would yank her hand from his by five feet. Her hand had been cold and clammy in his, and Angelus was certain that it was going to be a difficult night. Aurora had made it clear to the entire ship that she was opposed to the wedding. Her father though made the difficult choices for her, station dictated that a life of indulgent single hood was not hers to have.

The fate, hope, and indeed the very life of her people weighed on her shoulders, or more precisely on her womb. There had not been a birth since Aurora's, and not one in the five years prior to hers when Angelus had been born.

Angelus led Aurora down the series of passages to the chambers that were their bridal chamber. Once inside, Angelus closed the door and turned to his new wife.

Reaching up he pulled the ivory pin from her hair, and like molten lava her hair tumbled and flowed down across her shoulders and down her back. Firmly Angelus cupped Aurora's face in his hands and kissed her lips. "Inside this chamber is the hope of our people. It was destiny that you and I wed."

Aurora paused inside the chambers at the same time he did. He turned to her and she had to fight back the urge to bolt when he stepped close. She was prepared for him to molest her then and there, but instead he pulled the pins from her hair and let it tumbled down around her, surrounding her in a spill of silken flame. A moment later and he grabbed her, kissing her tender lips firmly.

A soft whimper of protest left her lips as he kissed her, and it was just as she was pushing him away that he spoke of destiny and Aurora had to shake her head as she held back tears. "Political maneuvering and an accident of births is hardly destiny, Angelus," she snapped, glaring at him. She wanted to marry someone of her own choice... she wanted to know that she could love her husband. And she couldn't love Angelus.

She stepped away from him and moved further into the bridal chambers, heading to where she knew the large bridal suite had been made up for them, one of the largest best on the ship prepared with pillows and blankets for their comfort settled against the back wall, it's head board pushed flush with the wall. She looked at that bed like she was looking at her own death. The moment they were joined, she'd no longer be her own woman... she'd be his woman... Angelus' wife, and that's all people would see when they looked at her.

"I'm not an object..." she whispered, more to remind herself than him. he wouldn't agree anyway. "You know I don't want this, Angelus..." she said firmly, turning back to look at him. "And you know as well as I do that the chances of us proving fertile are slim to none. It's not just the older people on the ship, it's all of us... none of us are fertile anymore." Her eyes were accusing as she stared at him.

In Aurora's eyes, it was unfair to put the hope of their entire race on her shoulders... it was also ridiculous to expect one couple to solve such a wide-spread problem. Even if they could have a child, one child wasn't enough to save an entire race.

"You don't really think anyone on this ship cares what you want? On the day of your birth the entire fleet looked toward this day, and with each day no one gets pregnant the focus has been more and more on this day, and now it has come." Angelus strode up to Aurora, "Do you really think I wanted you?" An angry laugh erupted from Angelus, "No Aurora. I would be captain of this ship with or without this farcical marriage."

Angelus took his dinner jacket off and tossed it across the room where it landed on the deck in a heap. "No Aurora, when people saw you and this date, they saw me along side you. Only the death of one of us would have prevented it."

Pointing at the bed, Angelus continued, "And that bed is part of this." Stepping up to her, Angelus pulled his knife from its sheath and held it out to her. "Your options are easy, kill me, kill yourself, or get in that bed."

His eyes captured hers and asked, "What will it be?"

Aurora stared back into his eyes even as he offered her the knife. The urge to take it and put herself out of her misery by ending him where he stood was strong, but she wasn't so dumb as to think she'd get away with it. Even if he let her kill him, she'd just be locked away for murder. And if she killed herself... it would likely be the last thing her father would ever make it through. She couldn't do that to him.

But Angelus was right... those were her only options if she refused to get into that bed with him. Frowning at him, she turned away from him and made her way away from him, and the bed as she reached behind her to the zipper on the back of her dress. She pulled it down and soon after half wriggled/half stepped out of the massive, poofy gown.

She was left wearing a white silk slip, a garter belt holding up her thigh highs, and a white lace bra and thong panties. She stepped out of the heels next, groaning in relief as she was able to stand flat-footed once more. Walking back past him once more, she disappeared into the bathroom where she took the time to wash her face free of the god-forsaken makeup.

Truth be told, unless you liked to see a girl painted up, she was prettier without the stuff on. Her eyes stood out bright and bolt, her skin was clear and creamy porcelain toned, and her full lips were a soft, pale pink. She looked... natural this way.

Angelus stood watching Aurora's reaction to handing the knife to her. He had no intention of letting her kill him, or herself for that matter. The point apparently made, she turned from the knife and began to undress.

His eyes transfixed on the sight before him, as Aurora wiggled her way out of the preposterous dress her father chose. Eying her as Aurora walked by, Angelus appreciated the way she moved, and yet...

And yet...

Angelus took his clothes off slowly until he was wearing his undergarments only. Looking himself over, Angelus saw that he was still vigorous, arms think and strong. His chest's musculature rippled with each movement; his abs well defined and thin. Angelus' was proud of his legs, and the power they held. Strong and well defined, his legs were like rocks holding up his torso.

Frowning at the door to the bathroom, Angelus sat on the edge of the bed, while waiting for Aurora to come back out.

Aurora ran a brush through her flame colored hair, looking herself over in the mirror with a sigh. So this was it... her wedding night. And it was to a man she hated so badly she couldn't even summon up the energy to pretend to be nervous. Instead, all that energy seemed to go in to her looking angry. With a sigh, she moved back out into the bedroom and stopped at the sight of him.

There were a lot of things about Angelus she didn't like... and the fact that he'd just stripped down to almost nothing and was waiting for her didn't help his cause one little bit. Sighing, she sat down on the bed as well, but not next to him. He was at the foot of it, and she positioned herself up near the head board, on one side of the bed, well out of his reach. He might have been eager to get this part of things over with... but she certainly wasn't.

The white slip clung to the supple curves of her torso, hugging her full breasts and tapering in slightly around her slender waist, only to be snug around the gentle flare of her hips. The thigh highs clung to shapely legs, and the thong she wore, if he were at the right angle to see, was sheer, barely covering her hairless sex. Saying nothing for a long while, she simply sat there, waiting, wondering what would happen. How did these things go, anyway?

Sure, she knew the mechanics of sex... but she'd lived a sheltered life, even compared to the others on the ship. It had been a strict order from her father that she was to be exposed to as little of such things as possible. The less she knew about the ways of men and women, the less likely she'd be sleeping with people before her wedding night. Truth be told... the fact that she was the youngest on the ship was probably the only reason why teaching her celibacy worked.

Angelus smirked at Aurora's look of disgust and damn near laughed as she sat at the end of the bed, clearly trying to get as far from him as possible. She sat there looking across the galaxy, anywhere but at him.

Standing up Angelus went into the bathroom and closed the door. While inside, Angelus cleaned his teeth and ran a wash cloth across his body to freshen up some. Angelus leaned against the counter and waited a couple minutes, trying to give Aurora some to to calm down, and then walked out.

Angelus walked over in front of Aurora and squatted down, eyes looking up at her, searching her face. After a couple of minutes he brushed a lock of her flame colored hair back off her face. The eyes that looked back at him held no compassion, no regard, nothing but loathing.

A grunt came from Angelus, as he stood up. "How do you want to do this Aurora?"

Aurora wanted to strike him... she wanted to scream at him that they weren't doing anything. Briefly, the image of her hand sinking a blade into his neck flashed through her mind and she had to turn her head, force herself to look away from him. That image was a little too inviting. Instead of moving away when she stayed quiet though, he continued to stand there, his waist now on eye level with her as he stood in front of her. If he'd been excited... she'd have had a tent in front of her face. That wasn't the case, however, and she simply shook her head, standing.

"You should know I don't want this to happen at all, Angelus..." she said softly. There was a slight tremor to her voice as she spoke, showing her barely restrained anger at the situation. Why did her wishes for her life not matter? Why did she have to be thrust into this situation?

There were laws on the ship about rape... but they rarely, if ever, protected a wife from her husband. If he wanted her, he could take her... and there was little she could do to stop him. The only times Aurora could think of that a man had been punished for raping his wife(no matter how rough he'd been) had been in cases when it was common knowledge that she wasn't to have sex under medical orders. Aurora had no such opportunity here.... and it was doubtful even her father would side with her if she cried rape.

Angelus nodded as Aurora voiced her opposition to the upcoming event. "I understand, Aurora. I really do. But you seem to think that one or both of us has a choice in this, which is not the case."

Angelus' eyes roamed over Aurora's body, which in of itself was extraordinarily pleasing to look at. Angelus stepped up to her, his chest less than a half inch away from her tits, and tilted her head up slightly. Visions of her naked body below him, filled Angelus' mind as he leaned forward, Aurora's full breasts pressed against his chest, hi slips finding hers briefly.

Aurora was visibly taken aback as he stepped forward, his body so close to her own she could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. It was as if the closer he got to her... the warmer his body was. Despite herself, Aurora felt a shiver move through her at his nearness, and she looked up just in time to feel his lips come in contact with her own.

Jumping slightly, she was obviously startled by the kiss, and despite how much she hated to know the moment was approaching, she let her bright eyes close as she shared that kiss with her husband.

Not receiving the resistance that he expected, Angelus' lips hungrily devoured Aurora's, his teeth pulling gently at her bottom lip. His hands parked on Aurora's hips and like closing an electrical circuit, his body reacted immediately.

His pulse quickened as his heart pounded in his chest so loudly that Angelus was surprised Aurora couldn't hear it. His penis thickened, lengthened and threatened to poke out of the bottom of his boxers.

Slowly, hesitantly, breaking the kiss, Angelus whispered, "Now that wasn't so bad was it?"

Aurora felt herself tremble beneath his lips and fingers, her heart speeding up a bit in her chest... though it wasn’t for the same reasons his own was pounding so hard. Her hands withdrew from him, gathering at her chest, cupping there as if she were trying to hold back something trying to burst from her chest. And perhaps they were... perhaps they were holding back her heart, which was pounding now as some measure of fear worked its way through her.

At his whispered question, Aurora lowered her eyes, unable to give him the kind of answer she knew he wanted to hear... he wanted to hear she liked it, but she couldn’t say it... and Aurora wasn’t a liar. She simply chose not to speak at all, hoping that would either get the point across, or would at the very least keep him from being too angry with her.

"Bitch" Angelus thought to himself. "Here I am about to give her the best life I or anyone on this damn ship can, and she can't appreciate it, like she is owed something."

Angelus pulled at the slip Aurora was wearing and released it, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. His eyes wandered across her body again, now clothed in two pieces of white, her bra and panties.

His hands wrapped around her narrow waist and intertwined in the small of her back, his eyes holding hers. The anger, the resignation, radiated from her eyes. Sighing to himself, Angelus kissed Aurora's fore head perfunctorily.

Raising his hands from the small of her back, they trailed across her skin until reaching the band of her bra. Inexpertly he fumbled at the eye and hooks that held the bra backing together. Finally he undid the hooks and pulled her bra off, freeing her magnificent breasts from their prison.

Aurora gasped some as he pulled the slip away and let it fall away in a flutter of silk. It pooled around her feet and she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side before looking up at him as his large hands found their way around her waist. She shivered again, and goosebumps rose on her pale skin as his hands moved up her back.

They were warm and and strong, and they slid up her smooth skin before finding her bra strap. After a few minutes of clumsy fumbling, he loosed the white lace encasing and the straps slid down her arms, cups peeled away to show off her full perky breasts. A deep blush colored her cheeks as the fabric fell away from her nipples and they hardened in the cool air.

Suddenly self conscious, Aurora stepped away from her husband, her arms crossing over her breasts as she looked away from him. "I... I don't think I can do this..." she said in a shaky voice, biting her lip.

Angelus walked to Aurora's side and swept her up into his arms. The crush of her tit against his chest warmed Angelus more than he had expected. Full and plump her tit covered him much like a blanket. Her soft supple skin very much unlike the alabaster her coloring mimicked sent a charge through his body and he began to react.

Two short steps brought him to the side of the bed and he laid her up on it. Two quick movements, and Angelus discarded his tee shirt and boxers, his large turgid cock pointing straight out from his crotch.

"You can Aurora." Angelus said. "You may not want to, but you can."

Angelus lowered himself on to the bed next to Aurora, and said with finality, "And you will."

Aurora gasped outloud as he lifted her, and had little time to think as he moved to the bed and lowered her onto it. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, only to see him strip. He was the first man she'd seen naked that wasn't in an anatomy book, and she realized that the books did little to detail things.

A deep, bashful blush colored her pale cheeks as he climbed onto the bed next to her and neared her. At his tone, she whimpered and scooted away from him, her arms over her breasts again. "N-no... Angelus, I can't... I really can't..." she whimpered, trying to scoot away from him even as her eyes glanced down at his erection.

It was bigger than she'd expected... much bigger... and that drove fear into her. How was that thing supposed to fit inside of her?

Angelus watched Aurora scoot away from him, into the middle of the bed. Her arms wrapping around the middle of her massive breasts. The fear emanating from her supercharging his erection, unbidden, his cock quavered. Reaching down to the floor Angelus picked up the discarded slip, holding it at the seam he yanked violently ripping it from hem to waist. Rotating it slightly he ripped it again getting a narrow length of silk from it. One more rotation and one more rip, Angelus held two thin strips of silk in his hands.

Angelus then sat on Aurora's stomach his cock pointing menacingly at her face between her two massive peaks. Her hands reached up to push him off of her and he grasped her right hand and used his right leg to pin her left arm beneath him.

A brief struggle ensued as he forced her arm back toward the headboard of the bed and tied her right hand down with one of the silk strands from her slip. Grasping her left wrist, Angelus forced her left hand toward the headboard and then tied it down as well.

A fine patina of sweat covered both of their bodies, as Angelus lowered his head toward hers, a possessive, domineering kiss on her lips, his cock pressed against her chest bone as he whispered, "Yes, you can. And will."

Aurora watched him in confusion as he ruined the silk slip, one of the few truly nice pieces of clothing she’d ever been given. He ruined it with ease, and she wanted to yell at him for doing it. A moment later though, and she realized too late what he was planning. “No!” she screamed, only to have him wrestling her back to her back on the bed as she tried to get up, to get away from him. He forced her down and grabbed one of her flailing wrists, forcing it up toward the head board.

Her strength was no match for his as he held her hand in place and tied her to the headboard of the bed. She cried out, pulling at the silk, but the knot only grew tighter around her delicate wrist. “Let me go you asshole! I’m not some object you can treat like this!” she screamed, even though she knew deep down that was exactly what she was. Soon, both her wrists were tied to the head board and she was whimpering, struggling, trying desperately to break free as he leaned down toward her face.

His possessive kiss made her scream and she whimpered, squirming beneath him. “Stop, Angelus, please stop...” She’d never liked him, but thinking that he’d force her to have sex with him before she was ready was not something she’d ever thought him capable of. Tears were sliding down her cheeks as she looked up at him and he told her that she not only could go through with consummating their marriage, but she would. No matter what she wanted, he’d have her. The tone of his voice said it all and she let out a soft sob, shaking her head. “No... no no no...”

Angelus looked down at Aurora his cock bobbing between her massive tits. "Yes Aurora, and in fact I am going to fuck you once for each of those no's tonight. Any more no's will add to the tally, and I will keep you here until the sheet is balanced."

Angelus ran his hands gently over Aurora's face and shoulders. Sweeping down Angelus cupped her massive tits and pushed them together. His cock was encapsulated in the soft flesh and a tremor rocked through his body. The warmth of her flesh seeped into him and stoked his needs higher.

Rolling off of her, Angelus lay next to her, and took her right nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, sucking, nibbling on it. His right hand trailed lightly along her stomach, until his fingertips came to the top of her slit.

Reaching down he felt now warmth, no lubrication. Closing his hand around her entire pussy, Angelus gave is a squeeze. With out looking up at her face, Angelus whispered around the nipple in his mouth, "Has anyone been here before me?"

Aurora sobbed as he told her he'd keep her there... rape her at least four more times... It was as if he actually wanted to consummate their farce of a marriage, even though he'd just told her he didn't want her for his wife. She squirmed beneath him as he stayed there, pushing her breasts around his cock for a moment before he slid off of her and lay next to her.

The lips on her nipple made her whimper again, louder, but she stayed still as he suckled on it, coaxing it to become hard despite the fact that that was the last thing she wanted. When his hand found her sex, she cried out and tried to close her legs, to twist her hips so he'd be forced to pull his hand away. It was useless though, he'd tied her up and she couldn't put enough distance between them to get him to remove his hand.

When he asked if another had been there before him, she assumed he meant to ask if she'd ever had sex before. Tears sliding down her cheeks, she shook her head quickly. "N-no..."

"No? A surprise, and a pleasant on at that."

Angelus licked the tip of Aurora's stiffening nipple and then blew on it, the coldness stiffening it further.

His right hand continued to massage her pussy, his finger working its way through her labia. The meaty portion of his finger pressing against her hooded clit, the tip against her virginal opening. Slow strong pressure applied and then released, Angelus shifted his weight until he was on his knees.

Kissing, nibbling and sucking Angelus worked his way to Aurora's other tit. Using his left hand, he pulled the tit up by the nipple and planted his face into the crease between the bottom of her tit and her ribcage. Slowly, Angelus paces the ministrations of Aurora's pussy with the sucking and licking he was applying to her tit and ribs.

Letting go of the nipple he was holding onto, Angelus moaned as the dleshy Himalayan peak flowed over his face.

Aurora cried as his attentions focused on her breasts, with one hand working at her sex. She squirmed and kicked on the bed, trying desperately to dissuade him by making it harder for him for accomplish his task.

For all her fighting, however, he was continuing seemingly unhindered. His position kneeling over her, with his knees on either side of one of her legs, kept her effectively locked in place. "Please don't do this..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled against the makeshift bonds. "You don't have to do this, Angelus, no one will know, please just stop..."

Her hips squirmed beneath him and she whimpered, trying desperately to close her legs even with him between them, preventing her from going any further.

Angelus kissed his way to the nipple of the breast that had buried his face and sucked it into his mouth. Aurora's struggling was proving slightly problematic. Fearful of getting racked in the balls with a raging hard on, he sat on her hips and pinned her legs between his legs.

Sitting up ANgelus looked at Aurora and said firmly, "If you keep kicking at me, I will tie your legs down. That is now five times tonight I am going to fuck you."

Scooting down unto her thighs, Angelus wedged his right thumb between her thighs, putting the pad of the thumb tit directly over the hood hiding her clit. Slowly, softly, then with increasing pressure Angelus massaged her clit through the hood.

When he sat on her hips, Aurora whimpered audibly and looked away from him, tears sliding from her eyes. His words about having to fuck her five times brought a wave of fear and despair both sweeping over her. The way they raged inside of her made her feel as if the fear had started at her toes and was working up toward her head, while the despair was moving in the opposite direction, from her head downward.

They met and crashed in the middle of her, somewhere near her belly and she held back a sob. A loud gasp followed instead, thanks to the feel of his thumb being forced between her legs. He rubbed insistently at her clit and she looked at him through wide eyes, her hips twitching as his finger moved over the sensitive button, the nerve endings causing her body to react involuntarily. Moisture began to build, along by a deep, tingling warmth within her body's depths.

Her breath caught in her throat and she squirmed some, looking down the length of her trembling body at where his thumb was pressing against her soft warmth. "What... what are you doing?"