Passion
Fueled
- Joined
- Nov 16, 2018
- Location
- Fever Dreams
From chanting words of hate to begging for forgiveness regarding a crime she didn't actually commit, it was fair to say that he was drawing out many aspects of the princess that no one ever had. She was all over the board, but that was because he left her scattered and unable to find ground in body or mind. In his cruel hands, she was becoming much more of a fragile woman than a leader or knight, and she might have hated that more than the demon within him. From her father to her rival, it felt like there was an attempt to rewrite her fate. She wouldn't lose hope; she... couldn't, but the present situation was hopeless. Her words nor actions could not save her.
He hushed her and spoke of forgiveness, yet her stomach twisted into a knot; to forgive her, the victim, meant they were now in a reality where she was the transgressor. - She curled up tighter, trying to protect herself from anything else that might come and also attempt to preserve some modesty that was already long gone. His simple touch caused her to jump in place, clearly on edge. She did not find comfort in his touch; instead, it made her feel like she was about to crawl out of her skin. It was a touch she could not trust in the slightest. However, his thoughtful touch would bring her a little light; was he done? Would he let her rest after all she had gone through this difficult night? If only.
With her arms still secured behind her, she was pulled up to her knees and shoulders to be on all fours. The woman trembled, knowing that she was in a vulnerable position once more. His words, while in her favor in a twisted way, did not comfort her. The mention and undertone of a threat regarding her purity and the idea of conceiving disturbed her greatly. In fact, so much so that she found herself speechless. Left only to respond with a whispered yet heartfelt whimper. The threat only solidified with the touch of her susceptible and drooling femininity.
The conviction behind his words and actions would jump-start her vocalization once more. "None of this is respectable or how you are supposed to treat a princess in any context! You know this, Casimir!" Her eyes watered when his touch found its way between her toned yet plump cheeks. "I hate you for doing this for me!" Her hatred and admiration were expressions of her disarray. "D-Don't touch m-me there!" Her body did the opposite of what it should do and tightened up in defense. "I don't want or need to be 'tamed'! You ne-need to stop! You have done enough! I al-...already apologized!" It wouldn't be enough. His fingers pressed against her never-touched and tightest opening.
She thought she couldn't feel more exposed, but when he pulled apart her shapely cheeks to eye her hidden pink, her whole body quivered, and she gasped out. "Don't lo-look!" Of course, the princess kept herself clean, especially on the night of a big event, although she never expected or intended to go back to a man's chambers. She felt extremely violated to be pried apart and looked at in such a way. The humiliation she was feeling would stain her memories.
While she was uncomfortable, all that had happened was nothing compared to what was to come. To prod around was one thing, but she had gotten a vivid taste and sample of him moments before.. So, when she realized what was pressing against her tiny pink, which was bigger than a finger or two, her blood ran cold.
He pushed, and her body prying open and molding just to try to fit him within. "No! No! NO! That won't fit!" She tried to desperately jerk her hips up and away from him, but he would keep her firmly in his locking hold, forcing her to try to take him. He would show her that it was possible by further violating her and splitting her apart. Nyla would erupt into a scream of horror, shock, and pain. "Stop! Stop! You have to! STOP!" The woman's tears fell on the sheets below her while impaled with his girth. However, he would show her what she was capable of; with enough pressure, her tightness caved, and Nyla screamed once more; her body trembled like it had never before.
His stillness taunted her; he was fully within her while it felt like her body was on fire, while her warm tightness squeezed him like a lusty lover despite her strongly rejective words. "GET OUT! GET OUT!" She was now at his utter mercy again. Once choking, and now she felt like if he moved at the wrong angle, she'd be torn apart. He would pull out some, but she did learn how cruel he could be, so she already knew it was wishful thinking that this was over despite the impact he had already left on her.
He slammed back into her, and the woman came to life with another scream, tears of physical and emotional pain streamed down her face, further ruining her makeup. "I'll remember how much I HATE you for THIS!" She growled at him in loathing, but it was cut off by one of her delicate whimpers.
Clearly, she was struggling to endure, and this was the first time she ever felt some kind of intimate void filled in her as a woman—a womanly purpose that Nyla was out of touch with.
The intense sensations shooting through her body, especially her lower half, were gnawing at her. It was maddening. If he didn't keep a tight hold on her, she would try to kick and squirm away—anything to lessen how deeply he was touching her. She had no idea how to embrace the pain; maybe he could force her to, or maybe she would learn in time that the more she fought the more it would hurt by his punishing control and simply by not allowing her body to relax and accept the fate he had written for her this night.