Prisoner of Azengor (Closed)

[PollySays]

His words defied hers. He wanted what she was frightened of doing. Gia's breath caught in her throat with that, clenching those small fingers even tighter to the tub's edge as he pushed against her, his body edging between her thighs. She felt so small beneath him, against him. Those fears of when he wanted her mouth returned even more now. Fear that he would not fit. That he would break her.

Fingers traced her ears, a hand upon her throat, words whispered to her, demanding her eyes reopen. Slowly, the lashes parted, her frightened eyes raising to see his smug expression. She felt him. Aiming to claim yet another part of her. He had taken her home. Now, he wished to take her.

That simple word. The way it left his lips. Fuck. That alone increased her shudders, her fears. She swallowed against his palm, trying hard to not let her eyes fall closed once again. He demanded her gaze. She had to try to keep it.

A push. A gasp.
Gia whimpered softly as he forced his way into her, the feel of him stretching her unwilling sex to his thickness bringing a deepening cry from her lips. A pained look came to her features, her eyes wildly watching him. "Please, it-it hurts!"

Further.
A feeling. A terrible pain inside of her. She screamed out from it, her head tumbling forward against his grasping hand as she clenched against him. "Ahh! It-It hurts!," She repeated, her eyes closing for that briefest of moments as she panted for breath.

He didn't cease.
He grew stronger, if anything.
Drawing away from the pain, letting her body try to return to its former. But he had taken that. He had taken what she had last ownership to. SHe gasped still, searching for breath, looking back up to him as he pushed once again. The pain was not as strong, simply the stretch, the feeling of him filling into her. She grimaced, a deep whine coming from her throat. Less pain this time.
A different feeling.

Gia groaned softly, shaking her head as she watched his eyes. "Thane...I-I..."
She couldn't find words, her mouth deciding to simply hang open slightly, panting for breath as she crooned again.
"This is.. to fuck...," She whispered, a tone at the end of her words turning the statement to a question.

 

[LeChatNoir]

The big man nodded slowly to himself as the girl shrieked in pain, the reaction not at all unexpected as he tore through her maidenhead. “There, girl, you’re a woman now. The pain will pass, and maybe something better will replace it…” He tried to sound comforting, but probably only sounded lustful. He’d wanted her so badly from the moment he saw her that he could taste it, and now he had her. The gods were truly watching over him today as he took not only the castle of the Synden, but the last heir of the Synden, as well. This, this was the culmination of twenty years of his family cast down from nobility to servitude. His family’s fortunes destroyed, their ships sunk, their men enslaved, all because of the treachery of this girl’s uncle. Even so, he found that he couldn’t hate her the way he wanted to hate her. Part of him wanted to mercilessly fuck her until she passed out, to make her first time memorable only for the horrors it inflicted, then to inflict more. But she had proven herself better than her uncle. She was a leader, she tried to protect her people, the same as his own family. For that, and because he actually enjoyed her company and her wit, he resolved to try not to hurt her…at least, not too much.

Slowly, steadily, Thane Grimnir fucked the elf-girl. His strokes were smooth and even, drawing back to leave only the engorged head of his cock inside her, then thrusting deeply into her, his body grinding against hers on the downstroke. He raised his free hand to clasp at her breast, the sun-darkened skin of his hand standing out against her pale flesh, his thumb playing across her nipple.

“Yes, girl. This is to fuck,” he managed to grunt out, his energy almost completely focused elsewhere. She was marvelously tight, her virgin’s blood clinging to his skin, soaking into the hair surrounding his cock. His grip on her throat began to tighten a bit as she groaned and started to pant, and he whispered into her ear, “I could fuck you for days, little elf. You have a body to tempt any man, yet you are mine and mine alone. I will fuck you until I fill you up with my seed. And I’ll fuck you again tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.” He drove into her particularly hard, and added, “And I can see that you’re starting to like it. It will never hurt like that again.” A low chuckle, the best he could manage, and he noted, “It might hurt for other reasons, though.”

 

[PollySays]

Gia tried hard to do as he demanded, to keep her gaze upon him. She tried so hard, her eyes narrowing slightly as her lips parted, the soft gasps and sharp sounds that left them as he drove into her seeming so much louder to her own ears. He felt just too large for her body to take, yet he stretched her, filled her so deeply. Claimed so far into her. It seemed so impossible. And certainly was not something that should have felt like. Like this.

He was thrusting into her. He was forcing his way so deeply into her. This should have been far more painful. Not that it hadn't been moments ago; a feeling she had never felt in all her years as he broke through her virgin center. But this, now, what he did. It felt. Good.

She hated herself so much for even thinking it, even more as she groaned as he ran his thumb along her breast. The princess' eyes fluttered closed for a tiny moment, opening once more to look up at him as he agreed with her. His expression was almost a sneer, his hand on her throat clenching a bit more and bringing another gasp to her lips. Her eyes widened, whimpering weakly as he continued to take his slow fuck upon her sex, his words burying into her ear much as his cock did to her pussy. He used her mind the same he used her body.

Gia whined weakly, her body clenching against him as he growled his words. Promises and threats. Intentions. She cried out into his own ear as he began to force himself further upon her, deeper and stronger motions that made her wince and shiver.

His. Alone.
"You are like a beast," She whispered out, a moan buried into her words as he continued to thrust. Her own hips pushed from the bath's edge, a tiny cry in her throat that she felt against his hand. "You think of sex, of rutting like dogs... Use me as you wish, Thane, but know I am not some bitch in heat for you to warm your cock..."

She was trying, trying so very hard, to keep her brave words. But the conviction of them was lost as she groaned against his skin, her hand flailing up to clasp against his back. Nails claiming into his flesh, her cry growing louder. "I cannot breathe! Thane, please!," she gasped, begging against him. "Please, please stop!" The little elf was crying out in fear, moaning out in confused pleasure as she rode up against him, actions conflicting with her own words.

 

[LeChatNoir]

“Look at yourself, girl, writhing and squirming,” Grimnir told her, his words gritted out from between clenched teeth. “Yet you deny that you are a bitch in heat, and you call me a beast? Listen to those little squeaks and moans you’re making, and ask yourself if you really want me to stop…”

And then he felt it. Her hands, soft and delicate, snaking up around his back, her short fingernails digging in to the broad muscle she found there. Her body responded to his, riding against him as he ground into her. Yes. Even as she begged him to stop, to let her breathe more easily, her body betrayed her as it welcomed the invasion of its most private places. Griminir knew he had her, now, and he suspected the toll that it was taking on her psyche. She might resist, she might struggle, but her innermost core had given in. Now, the only thing left was to totally claim her, to mark her as his own.

The Azengorean war-chief continued to slowly fuck the elfgirl, timing his movements now to her moans and whimpers, working to bring her closer and closer to her peak. To have her come as he fucked her would be sweet, almost as sweet as what would come the next day, when he would make her beg him to do it again. The big man ground his pelvis against her on the downstrokes, thrusting as deeply as possible into her welcoming softness, crushing her small breasts against his broad chest. He growled in her sharply pointed ear, his teeth finding the tender skin at the edge and nipping at her, then licking along the length of her ear. “Let yourself go, girl. Surrender to the feeling, and let it ride you.” His hand about her throat clenched a little tighter, cutting off a bit more of her air and letting her clearly know that he certainly did not intend to release her any time soon

 

[PollySays]

His reminder on her current position, her current expressions, brought a frustrated anger to the princess' face. She looked up at him, wanting so badly to snap at him, to yell at him, to call him further insults on the beast he seemed to be...
...But he was right.

As much as it pained her to even consider the thought, he was right. She was exactly as she swore she wasn't. Squirming and groaning for him. Her body begging for him to continue, to writhe against the tub's edge and his claiming form. He kept her captive between that surface, his cock, his hand. Prisoner to his touch, to his ways against her.

Gia only whined again in response, words now impossible to find. She couldn't think rationally anymore. That fear of losing her breath, of not being able to recover it at all, made so much worse as his fingers tightened to her throat. She tried to gasp out, looking back up to him with frightened eyes, her cries growing louder even with the lost breath.

He told her to let go. Give in to him. To herself.
She was afraid. The tiny whimper in her throat, echoing against his palm, said this when her words could not. It was so hard to fight against, her body still rocking up to meet him, taking to a dance she had never learned. She clutched at him as he held her, her fingers clawing at his back as it all became too much.

Gia had never felt anything like this before. Her body seemed to escape from itself, overwhelmed with a bliss, a release from inside her she never knew was pent up. His cock buried within her, plunging into her, his grasp, his words, his feel-
All of it.
Every part.
It pulled it all from her.

Gia cried out against him, trembling as her form was lost to the sea of pleasure rolling over her, her sex clutching tightly to the one at first unwelcomed. Now held in a lover's embrace, Gia clinging to a man she swore to despise. She felt dizzy, overwhelmed. She gasped for air, the cries still trying to escape, though dulled in volume now.

"What have you done to me?," She whispered as she panted for breath, shaking her head.

 

[LeChatNoir]

The Azengorean felt the girl’s tremors begin and a strange exultation swept through him. This was the finest day of his life. He had successfully sailed the open sea between Gulltown and the Synden capital, snuck up the Meristhelle River, landed his ships under cover of night and fog, swept away the guards, and taken the castle. Odo Raven’s-Chosen had presented him with the gift of the Synden king’s head and the girl, and now the girl herself presented him with the gift of her first orgasm. Payment for her uncle’s treachery was now made, in full. Grimnir, Thane of Gulltown, was now truly the master of the Synden, and of one young, quivering Synden in particular.

Her cries were muffled by his hand around her throat, her airway constricted to the point where small moans and whimpers and squeaks were all she could manage, but as the climax hit her, Grimnir relaxed his grip to allow her sufficient breath to attain some level of comfort. His dark eyes watched as his property writhed, shaking beneath him as he fucked her to her first orgasm.

“What have I done to you? I have made you whole. I have provided you with what you needed, with what you lacked. I have provided the key for your lock, though that key is mine and mine alone, as are you. You are truly mine now, girl.” With that, he began to fuck her harder, his own climax nearing, and his hips pistoning against her body unrelentingly. Throwing back his head as the peak overtook him, he drove against her one last time, holding himself there deep within her as he spurted his seed deep within her.

At last, sinking back into the water, his cock slid from her sopping pussy, releasing a flood of mingled fluids into the tub. “Now that was quite nice, girl. Quite nice, indeed.” His voice sounded muzzy, almost sleepy, and he floated on his back in the water, seemingly completely at ease. “I could get used to that in a hurry.”

 

[PollySays]

"Uggh!" She tried to cry out, her expression both pained and frightened, confused bliss overtaking them as he clutched her throat. Her body thrashed and shuddered, the princess crying out still as he tightened those digits, lips trembling as her shudders slowly came to rest.

Her words were given explanation as he continued, burying deeply into her as he growled his reply into her ear, words that left her gasping and cringing. Reminders of what she was now, what he would continue to do. His, to do with as he wished. His possession, his toy. Claimed by his efforts, and the thrust of his manhood deeply into her. A claim he enforced further now, burying into the little elf as she cried out, clinging to him, to the table. Anywhere her hands could find, to keep her body from falling.

He halted, his heat still buried deeply, his grunts and growls lingering as he jerked against her. She trembled at this, broken gasps and whimpers as she felt him slowly withdraw. A warmth flowed from her sex, pooling beneath her worn thighs, her stretched entry. Shaking still, watching him as he relaxed into his waters.

The words.
She closed her eyes, lowering her head as she turned it towards the door. Her hand crept up, over the front of her bare form, clutching her opposing shoulder. Too many thoughts came in now.
He had. Taken her.
In her father's own bath chambers.

Easing off the tub's edge, she fell into the water herself, wanting to wash away what remained of him from her flesh.

"I will. Ready your bed, Thane." Her voice was soft now, still a tremble to her words as she started to exit the bath. No attempts at frying herself were made, simply padding across the warm stone floor and letting her dripping form leave a path behind.

 

[LeChatNoir]

Grimnir raised his head from the water to watch the elf-girl walk across the warm stone floor, noting with some detached part of his mind that she did have a lovely ass. He shook off the thought and rose to his feet, the water sluicing off his powerful form. Grabbing a towel from next to the tub, he dried himself off before gazing once more around the opulent bathing chamber. It was, he had to admit, pretty impressive.

Now, however, the next task presented itself – the elf. Her body was a delight, and her wits seemed almost as sharp as her ears. She had done a very good job with the moonstone issue, and had proven flexible enough to adapt to her changed circumstances with speed. He was sure that she had not completely internalized that she was really his property, but that would come with time. He didn’t expect miracles, only progress.

He was going to have to figure out what to do with her, and soon. Keeping her around as a simple fucktoy, while tempting, was simply not going to work. She was too smart, and too valuable, to be just a plaything. A number of other options were available, but it would take some time to work through them to figure out which ones might actually work. One thing was certain – she was too valuable, and too deliciously conflicted about sex, to sell. He would never get an appropriate price for her, and having the Synden heir in his bed, or kneeling at his feet, was too delicious to part with, no matter how heaping the pile of gold on offer.

With all of these thoughts bouncing around in his head, he made his way out of the bathing chamber and went to see what the girl had gotten up to while he’d been thinking.

 

[PollySays]

His bed was changed of its previous sheets, the idea of him taking his slumber upon her father's silken nightcloth of royal blue sending a shudder down the elf girl's spine. A hesitant glance had been given to the bath as she heard him continue to stir and soak, taking up another cloth of silk to lay upon the bed instead. He had sampled of the pampered life the Royal Family had, and would most likely be angered if she did not continue to let him take what he believed to be now his fully. Spreading it upon the bed, she finished making up his new resting place, his clothing having been taken away by one of the few remaining keepers of the castle.

She simply waited. Standing at the end of his bed, unsure of how to proceed from this point. Hearing him move, every slight splash of that water. She cringed and closed her eyes, her fingers tightening against her stomach. Gia still. Felt him. Her body was never going to feel the same to her, ever again.

A man far too large.
Had put himself...

The sudden sound of his wet steps against the stone caused her to hastily look up, eyes wide as he dripped out onto the floor leading back to the bed. "There were towels," She began, a soft sigh given as she realized- he probably intended for her to do that. Snatching one from the chair alongside the room's far wall, she reapproached him, hesitantly patting it against his chest, trying to avoid actually looking up to him.

"Your bed is ready for you, Thane," She noted simply. "I will see that your clothing is returned to you promptly, and that food is prepared for your men come dawn. I hope that this is enough to satisfy you for the evening?"

The words had a sharper sting to the end of them than she had intended, a quick glance given up to him before she drew the towel away, starting to turn back from him.

It hurt.
Inside her. It hurt terribly. And not just from the physical act of what he. They. Had done.
She didn't understand it. She knew that what he had made her do was a horrific thing.
But for that moment. A sparse moment, in the very end, when he clutched her, commanded at her, demanded of her-
That feeling.
That feeling that overtook her, drowned her, frightened her so very much.
That confused her. She hated herself for letting that happen. The way it felt.
Amazing.
And hell.
A feeling that wonderful should not come from a monster such as him. An invader in her land, into her own body. Ashamed and horrified by him. and let him do such a thing to her.

"I will be in my own room," She spat out quickly, hastily heading for the door. She couldn't stay in here. Her anger and confusion was building one more. Simply standing near him was making it so much worse.

But it hit too far by the time she reached that door. Those feelings. The way they left her trembling, the sight of her own hand so pale upon the handle. "You are a monster! A demon and a horror! How dare you do such things to me! You have broken me, no matter how much you claim that it shall bring me pleasure! Tainted me with your seed- I do not wish to have such things from YOU! I am not your pet nor your toy- I am far more than that!" The words flowed from her as her tears fell, having released the handle to turn and glare back at him. "I will take back my kingdom from you... In one way or another! I will not be a dog to you!"

Open the door.
Open the door and get out of there.
She had to move, get away from him now.
She couldn't see, couldn't find the handle again. Too blinded by her tears, finally giving a shriek as she yanked at the wood, letting it spill into sobs as she let go, resting her forehead against the wooden door and shaking her head.