Chevalier
𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰
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ᴜʜ-ᴏʜ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs | ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
◣ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ◢
sᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴄʜᴇᴠᴀʟɪᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅʀᴇsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ...
ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ғᴏ́ᴅʟᴀɴ...
ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ.
Kneeling before him, he watched the Flame Emperor shift, those familiar, luminescent eyes gazing up towards him. They were soft and comforting - their vibrant iridescence like a kaleidoscope that gently peered back into his childhood, when life was more simple and innocent. Edelgard von Hresvelg. It was a name that pervaded his every thought, like a shadow lingering behind every corner. But it had once been a name that made his heart skip, a name that... perhaps in another world, may have made for a loving Queen. It was then that the Lion had made his gravest mistake, a transient thought that perhaps, she could be saved. That life could return to normal. That Edelgard could still be his.
The Lion extended his hand, an open palm which offered a final opportunity for salvation to the Empress. His lips curved upwards, gracing his portrait with a solemn smile, as if beckoning his formerly betrothed to accept his hand once again. She had been defeated, but surely that did not mean that she had to die? Hadn't enough blood already been senselessly spilled?
"El ..." Her once Prince Charming called out to her, invoking her childhood namesake in an attempt to remind her of their once mutual affections. Maybe she would take his hand... maybe they could start over-
The Empress' alluring lips drew into a crooked, wavering smile. It was at that moment the illusion of happiness had been dispelled completely. The Edelgard that Dimitri had once loved was dead... and even before she drew the blade from her hip, his remaining eye began tremoring in sadness. The dagger that he had given her in his youth was bared; the Eagle's final attempt to strike the Lion with her talon. The blade fell upon him with malevolent intent, the final, lingering betrayal that sought to end Dimitri's life thrusting through the air and biting his neck. He refused to step away from the Empress, instead intercepting her wrist into his overwhelming grip, tightening until she would have no choice but to release the knife from her hand.
As the knife clattered beneath them, a faint trickle of blood cascaded down the flank of Dimitri's neck. The wound was far from fatal and yet, it was clear that whatever remained of Dimitri had been slain. A moment of silence endured, the tension of Edelgard's mortal blow festering within the King. Suddenly, he drew his hand back, opening his palm before swinging it across Edelgard's portrait in a resounding smack which echoed throughout the room. The perfect tone in her cheeks was instantly marred with red, delivering enough force to send her gaze reeling away from him. Before she could collect herself, a thick, coarse hand reached underneath her chin, capturing her neck and claiming the dainty appendage into his authoritative grip. His digits began to press down tightly against her walls, allowing the slow realization of asphyxiation to find her seductive gaze as he pressed out the air from her lungs.
"Professor." Dimitri didn't even look back, his glare still falling upon the victim writhing in his grip, "Leave."
Although a worried look took her face, Byleth knew better than to get involved in the matter any further. She said nothing as she turned around, heels clattering as she strode away from the throne room. It wasn't until the croaking sound of the door slamming shut that Dimitri would tighten his stranglehold on the Empress' neck even further. His masculine grip constricted slowly, encroaching on that dainty, vulnerable windpipe until the Lion could hear the Eagle's throat desperately crackle and her body began to convulse under his formidable grip. But he wouldn't let her go. Instead he would wait. Watching and watching, until her saliva began to froth between her lips and those pretty gemstones began to lull upwards towards their lids... and in the moments just before she would fall into unconsciousness: he would finally release her.
But freedom wouldn't last for long.
Reaching down, he grabbed his new prisoner by one of the crescent shaped horns that flanked her head, tugging roughly upon it until she had no choice but to follow his hand upwards and onto her feet. As soon as she was on her heels, he turned her around, pulling her back into his chest as his commanding hands instantly began groping and grabbing at the velvet fabric covering her breasts. Years of war had only strengthened Dimitri, and with but a single pull, the sound of tearing fabric took the throne room, the top of her crimson dress torn asunder. Golden buttons popped from her chest, pattering against the floor as her cleavage was bared. But Edelgard's degradation was far from complete, his hands quickly delivering the same fate to her brassiere, tearing it free from her chest and sending the tattered undergarment to the ground. Her well-endowed chest was now on full, humiliating display.
"You belong to me now." A deep, primal growl escaped the Lion's lips, his hot breath singeing the Empress' ear. "These... belong to me now." As he spoke, his coarse, powerful hands groped at the exposed mounds of flesh that had been fully exposed. Pancaked between his manly digits, he grabbed them in an objectifying manner, hands tightening until he would be able to feel her body writhing in pain. Only then would he release, fingers roaming so that they could deliver a similar squeeze to her nipples. "Do you understand, whore?" As the whispered insult left his lips, the King bared his teeth, gently biting down on the the lobe of her ear...
Her fall had just begun.
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