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Vengence (Methos and Darknessembraced)

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Methos

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If his father had wanted to be rid of him he should have killed him when he had the chance. That was the thought that sprang to Vladamir’s mind as the palace gates groaned and then crashed open. The king had thought exile and humiliation would put him in his place – humble him and force him to beg to return and be granted his birth right. Instead he had arrived at the city’s gates to seize it!

Few had been with him at first, only his closest friends and followers chose to share his rather furious ride beyond the borders of the kingdom. But in the wilds claimed by no man, he’d raised his banner and proclaimed himself lord. A god forsaken wilderness he’d been lord of but soon those towns and villages within it acknowledged him, and when raiders were driven off even became rather loyal to their new found sovereign. But he was not content to rule over a kingdom to be carved out of the frozen northern expanses beyond his father’s power.

With the passage of a year the dissatisfied masses of the kingdom began to stream towards him. The king had no shortage of enemies and those who felt ill done by his ‘justice’, hence volunteers were in no short supply. Around the ever expanding encampment that served as his ‘capital’ the sound of forges was a constant thing. Armor, swords, spears and arrowheads were produced en mass as an army was slowly being built.

Yet where the money was coming from to the fund such an effort was something of a mystery. Some claimed the merchants of the realm had reached an accommodation with the prince and were rather generously financing his efforts. While others insisted that he’d discovered in those distant mountains a tremendous vein of the most pure gold, and he never lacked for it. Others stated that he’d found some ancient king or dragon’s horde, long forgotten gold now raised and army for the youthful prince.

Word of this fabulous gold had brought every mercenary and sell sword from near and distant realms to his growing horde. These he cheerfully employed to bring a vetran presence to his otherwise inexperienced volunteers. But the seasons would turn another time, and little else was heard of the prince save that he fought far to the north. His tiny kingdom constantly made war and expanded its boundaries with each passing day. In truth he cared little if one clan, tribe or town or another acknowledged him or not but he lead his army into battle, blooding it and letting it get the taste of victory and experience that it needed.

For four years the prince had been cast out of his kingdom. Upon the fifth he had returned. He had returned with a most terrible vengeance. He’d ridden without warning from the north, his host swollen with savages, mercenaries and malcontents. He’d descended upon the border cities and those that failed to throw open their gates and hail him as their true king were besieged and brutally sacked.

He’d continued south, facing what cities and armies had lay in his path. He’d faltered in several battles but always he’d managed to recover and defeat his opponents and emerge victorious. But now the moment of his victory was at hand. The palace gates flew open and with his sword drawn and dripping with blood he charged through the doorway with his guard swarming around him. A murderous cry escaped his lips as he savagely charged the palace guards that stood before him. His sword cleaved through the air, with fierce and forceful cuts, ringing when it struck another blade but persisting until a cry accompanied the sound of his blade biting into flesh.

The prince’s green eyes gazed through the slits in his helm, while blonde locks of hair streamed through the back of his helm. His lips formed a rather cruel snarl as he bowled over a guardsman and cut through another. He attacked relentlessly and his fury seemed to cause the defenders to pause and then retreat. His sword dripped with crimson blood and he stalked through the palace with men streaming in the doorway behind him.

His purpose was obvious. Every man within the city knew why the prince had come. The prince had come to seize the crown from a father that would deny it to him. This was surely to end badly for one of them. His lips parted as he yelled “Father! Show yourself you coward! You’ve sent your armies to defeat me, you’ve sent your assassins and your champions, but I am still here! I AM STILL HERE!”
 
The many cities of the kingdom were taken by surprise when the sudden attack came. Most didn't even have time to take up arms as the exiled prince attacked and took over the land. One after another the cities around the palace fell to the prince and his brutal army until none stood in the way. But somehow a messanger had managed to get ahead of the attacking army and had arrived at the palace to warn the king.

However, the king did not believe that his son was attacking the kingdom and waved off the warning foolishly. And that would end up being his downfall. When the final attack came upon the palace, they were not ready and they quickly fell upon the weapons of their opponients. The palace guards rushed the prince and his followers while the servants ran to escape, screams ringing out in the halls. Screams of fear, anger, pain and panic.

Somewhere in the castle the king held his wife close while whispering in her ear, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "My darling wife, you must leave. It is not safe here. Take the secret passageways. They lead down to the river and there is a boat there. Take that down the river to your brothers kingdom." he said. "I shall try to find you there."

The queen shook her head with a soft sob. "I don't wish to leave you, my love." she sobbed gently and he cupped her cheek as he kissed her. "You must. Now go. Before we are found." She hugged him tightly before turning and fleeing with several guards, heading for the passages that would lead her out of the castle, her pale blonde curls bouncing as she fled.

Turning the king brushed his wild mane of red hair from his face and went off in search of his daughter to send her off with the queen. When he found her, she was fighting some of Vladamir's soldiers, her increadibly long hair fluttering around her like a silken waterfal of crimson. His daughter was his pride and joy. She was one of the best warriors in the kingdom and she was in line to enheirit the throne from him.

"Nariko!" he yelled as he fought his way over to her. "Nariko, you must go with your mother." He watched as she kicked away the man she was fighting with and he rushed over to her. "You must go. Keep her safe." The red haired woman shook her head while stabbing another man, her red sword piercing him through and through. "But father, I can fight." she argued, but he shook his head. Just as he was about to speak again, the sound of Vladamir's voice rang out through the halls and Nariko gasped.

"Go Nariko! You must, please." he pleaded. "My daughter. My pride and joy. Live to fight another day. Protect your mother and go with her to your uncles kingdom." The woman, barely out of her teens, swallowed softly and nodded as tears filled her red eyes. She hugged him quickly. "Stay safe father. Please." she pleaded before turning and fleeing for the passages.

"Run Nariko!" the king yelled, his strong voice ringing out in the halls. "Run like the hounds of hell are at your heels!" He watched her disappear around a corner and sighed. "Good-bye." Turning, he started for the steps that would lead down to the main hall where Vladamir was waiting. "I'm right here Vladamir." he said, his red eyes gazing down at the young prince as he slowly moved down the steps. The king was a large bear of a man with long thick red hair and red eyes like Nariko.
 
Family feuds were the nastiness squabbles and this was no exception. Vladamir had men pouring into the palace to prevent any exit from proving a clear line of escape. Men charged through the palace swarming through it as they saw their ‘king’ stalking through the hallway challenging his father to face him. This was a sorely personal matter. He’d come to claim the kingdom that belonged to him, and he did not mean to have be deprived of rather personal and first hand revenge upon those that had had the audacity to send him off into the wilderness.

Now he had returned, with an assembled horde at his back. His sword was red with the blood of those whom had stood in his path. Armies had fallen to him and cities had thrown open their gates rather than be subjected to being sacked. Vladmir naturally decided that his time was now. His challenge was yelled through the halls of the palace. Eventually he heard his father respond. The prince directed his emerald gaze towards the fiery haired form of his father.

“Ah so now that you are left with no where to run you face me.” The prince stated rather simply “All your armies beaten off, every city between here and the north laying in submission to me. Now you’re forced to fight me yourself instead of sending others to try to drive me off. I’m sure the heads of your generals made a lovely collection for you, I certainly enjoyed chopping off each of their heads.” He’d thought to goad the kind into taking the field himself, but he’d simply taken it as a sign of cowardice when he father had proven unwilling to respond to such deliberate provocation.

As yet the prince had little concern for the queen or his sister. Both were likely to be met by the warriors that he’d stationed at all the castle’s entrances. Whatever resistance they might offer would be met by the overwhelming force of numbers. No one was to escape him this time. He sought a complete and utterly satisfying victory. He smirked as he stated “And since you always favoured my dear sister – a pity you won’t live to see me make her my whore.”

His sword was raised as he began to stalk towards the older man. His lips curled into a snarled appearance “I’ll have the kingdom that’s mine by birth and that which I’ve forged, and soon enough every other land upon which the light of day shines. I’ll be no king, I shall be an emperor the likes of which the world has never seen.” He sneered “While you shall be forgotten save as a coward I dispatched.”

He moved closer to the king, his sword pointing directly towards him. The prince eyed the man as he remarked "Draw your sword, else I shall have little choice but to strike your head off like the headsman that you deserve."
 
The king walked down the steps of the palace, his red gaze locked onto his son who had changed so much in the time that he had been gone from the palace and he frowned while shaking his head. "You know nothing of how to rule a kingdom Vladamir. You control people with power and fear. I rule them with compassion and understanding. You've always been power hungry son." he said, his deep baritone voice filling the halls as he approached his son. "You have such passion for things but you don't focus them right." He sighed as he stood before his son, his shoulders pulled back and his head held high. Upon his brow was one of the more simpler crowns of the king and his red hair made it look so much brighter. His red hair and eyes were the trademark of the kingdoms rulers, the kings always with red hair and eyes. But when his son was born a blonde, like his mother, the king knew. He knew that his son, even though he was first born, would not be made heir to the thrown.

There was no sign of fear in the kings eyes or face as his son told him of all the people he had killed and he sighed in disappointment, his eyes sorrowful. "I've been a fool, letting you get away with such things. Even as a child you pushed people around and caused them to fear you. I should of done something about it. But now it's too late." He was about to go on when he was accused of playing favorites and he glared at his son. "I favored both of you. Neither one more then the other because I love you both." He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword while watching Vladamir stalk towards him and he shook his red hair from his face.

He slowly unsheathed his long sword. The sword of his forefathers. It had been passed down in his family from one ruler to the next and it was made of several different types of precious metals and it had several gems along the hilt. "Your sister only became my favorite after you left because she flourished. She grew into the position as ruler that I told her that she would have to take!" he barked. "She wanted to learn. And so I taught her everything she needed to know. But you want to hurt your little sister. The girl that looked up to you when you were children. You should be ashamed."
 
Vladamir remarked idly enough “I don’t know how to rule a kingdom? I created one from nothing. You stand here having lost your kingdom. I’ve taken it from you with my own two hands and there has been not that you could do about it.” He stated rather simply. “You and your idiotic superstitions are both long past due to be consigned to the pages of history.” His sword was shifted in his hand, the blade being pointed at the king as he remarked “And my passions lack no problem they’ve simply been cheated of their proper course.”

If Vladmir felt any measure of shame or regret none was readily apart. All that could be read from his features was irritation and vengeful anger. His sword was pointed towards the king and as the elder man finally drew his sword he stalked closer still. The gaudiness of the royal sword didn’t seem to make any impression on him nor did the suggestion that he should not wish to hurt his sister. “Don’t blame me for the disaster you have wrought.” Was his only comment as his blade would rather swiftly slice through the air towards the king.

The prince moved with practiced ease. His tall and powerful form strode forward with his sword slashing dangerously through the air. The steel singing through the air as it seemed to dart first in one direction and then another as it sought to slip past what defense may be proffered against him. Ruthlessly he seemed to probe and press seeking to finish his invasion in a definite matter by putting an end to the king himself. He was aware that many of the soldiers from each side now watched the duel that was underway. The battle itself was all but won, it was simply a matter of claiming his kingship now.
 
The king shifted his stance as Vladamir spoke and he quickly lifted his blade and blocked his sons attack. He had to move quickly to be able to block his sons attacks each time they came at him, his feet moving in quick, graceful movements as he did his best to fight back. But this was a loosing battle for the king. He was getting old and he had been suffering from an illness, so his movements were slower then normal. And that came to an advantage for his son. As Vladamir's blade came down at him, the king moved back but not quick enough for a moment later he felt the burning pain of steel biting through the thick flesh of his upper arm and he took several steps back as he glanced down at his white shirt that was stained with not only the blood of others, but now his as well.

Huffing softly, he looked up again while tightening his grip on his sword and gritted his teeth against the pain before beginning to strike back at Vladamir instead of just blocking. But the king was quickly beginning to tire as he attacked his own son. While they fought in the entrance hall of the palace, the queen and princess had been making their way quickly through the many corridors towards the secret exit that would lead out to the drains which had a path through them to where a secret boat would be waiting for them. The queen was having trouble moving through the halls because of her gown. It hindered her movements and slowed them and their guards down. "Quickly mother, we must hurry." Nariko said softly, her red eyes scanning the halls for the leaver that would open the secret passage.

But just as they reached it, a large group of Vladamir's soldiers seemed to come out of no where and attacked. Keeping a firm grip on her weapon, Nariko rushed into the fray and attacked the men, her weapon slicing through their armor with ease but she was soon over come. There were to many men for her to fight and she was soon disarmed and grabbed by the men, as was her mother. "Get your hands off of them you scum!" she spat to the men holding the queen as they began dragging them through the halls towards the main hall. As they got close, Nariko could hear the sounds of her father and brother fighting and soon enough she was dragged to the banister above where the two men were fighting and she watched in horror as her father fought her brother. She could see that her father was weakening and soon he would fall, tears filling her eyes as she watched.
 
Vladmir was rather relentless in the manner in which he pressed his attack. His moment of triumph seemed sufficiently close that no pause or hesitation seemed likely to come from his quarter now. When he blade struck against flesh and blood began to spill from his opponent he only seemed invigorated by it. With one blow having struck home he kept his sword moving with rather grim intent, the steel length rising to ward off each counter attack directed towards him.

It was clear to his eyes that the king was flagging. The pace of their duel proved a thing that the elder man was in no condition to maintain. His blade rang as steel struck steel in quick succession. That his sister watched was lost upon him as he was entirely consumed with the matter at hand. The king’s weakness became apparent and the prince began to seek to lend the strength of his form into each blow. He sought to make the king strain to parry the full force of each slash in his direction.

His flurry of attacks persisted, constantly pressing towards his father. He moved closer and seemed to spring forward as his sword battered at that royal blade seeking to knock it aside and let his own cleave unimpeded towards his father’s neck. He sought to end the matter with one brutal cut. His lips parted to growl “You cannot prevent me from taking that which is mine.”

The soldiers that had managed to prevent the escape of both the queen and the princess, now held them fast. They were their leader’s relatives and while their escape was to be prevented, no order had been issued to kill them. Nor did they really wish to risk displeasure by slaying them when it was not desired. Thus they were held by the soldiers as they approached where their prince dueled with the king. They looked on anticipating the end, and some reward by their leader for capturing those that had sought to flee from him.
 
Blood was dripping all over the stark white floor, leaving spots of crimson all over the once clean floor that the servants spend hours cleaning. The kings shirt was getting soaked in his blood and he was slowly beginning to feel the effects of that blood-loss. He grunted as he deflected every attack that came at him, pushing his son back before taking a step or two backwards or dodging a blow. The fight was a clear loss for the older man as he staggered a bit with each blow and just when it looked like he might of been able to attack back, the sharp sound of metal clattering onto the marble floor filled the air as the king staggered backwards before falling to one knee.

Up where the queen and princess were being held, the queen gasped as her husband fell and her blue eyes widened. "No!" she cried out, knowing that her own son was about to strike down the man she loved. Some of her curly blonde hair fell out of the up-do that it was in and the curls fell into her face as she struggled against the men holding her to no avail.

From next to the queen, Nariko stared as her father and brother, the two men that she loved and cherished, fought against each other and tried to defeat each other. But when the royal families prized heirloom fell to the floor and her father fell to one knee, it seemed as if her heart stopped and she shook her head. "Vladamir!" she called down to him. "Please, don't!" Her red eyes gazed pleadingly down at her older brother as a tear fell down her cheek. It looked almost unnatural to see the tear rolling down the young warrior's cheek. She had changed alot in the years that Vladamir had been gone and even though he wouldn't be able to see all of her from his angle, he would be able to see just by looking into her face that she had changed from the cute, innocent little girl into a strong young woman.
 
Vladamir felt his sword strike the king full on, thereafter he looked over the elder man as he sank to a knee. As the royal sword clattered to the floor he remarked “And so it ends.” The prince thereafter promptly drove his sword into the king’s chest. The blade would be plunged forwards into the chest until it was buried to the hilt and thereafter protruded through the king’s back. Only then would he pull it forth leaving it dripping with blood. He’d smirk and wipe the sword off on the king’s tunic. He sheathed his own sword and then scooped up the royal blade and the crown.

Vladamir raised the crown and then rather simply set it upon his own head. Thereafter, he raised the sword upwards over his head to the cheers of the soldiers who had flocked into the hall. A rather simple chant of “King Vladamir” was struck up by his soldiers as they seemed to revel in seeing their leader forcibly crown himself. Little ceremony attended the event as it occurred over a pool of blood.

The soldiers that had held the queen and princess prisoner now pushed them forward to bring them to the new king’s attention. Vladamir hadn’t responded to their screams before but now as queen and princess alike were shoved in his direction his eyes fell upon them. He regarded both of them rather coolly “Ah the rest of my treacherous family. I suppose I could pretend to be glad to see you, but those that conspired to seek to steal what is mine from me can hardly be welcomed now can they?”

“All this trouble over quaint superstitions, but that’s all settled now. This land is mine by right of conquest as well as by birth.” The royal sword he’d taken from the floor was now rather idly pointed at his sister, the tip idly placed to her throat as he smirked “Perhaps I should kill you now to discourage any who thought like my foolish predecessor. I might save myself some trouble hmm?”

A rather dark look was directed at them both, as he looked from one to the other. He pronounced “Put them both in chains like the prisoners they are and thereafter take them to the royal chambers. I’ll deal with them myself.” He stated rather airily. He began to walk down the hallway as he stated “I’ve decided I shall make them my slaves.”
 
Queen and princess watched in horror as Vladamir plunged his blade into the kings chest before removing it and wiping it clean on the kings once white shirt. The entire hall had become quiet except for the queens sobbing and cries of sorrow as she watched her husband collapse to the ground. The queen, Destiny, watched with tear filled eyes as her own son picked up the royal blade and the crown from his fathers head before crowing himself and raising the gilded sword above his head. A moment later the sound of the men around them chanting 'King Vladamir' filled the halls.

As they were being pushed down the steps and towards Vladamir, Nariko moved silently while her mother stumbled along crying. The red haired young woman stared up at her brother dry-eyed as he spoke to them and she clenched her jaw while raising her chin difiantly. When she felt the tip of the sword placed against her throat, she didn't even blink as she stood there tall and proud. "Go ahead. Kill me." she spoke coldly, ignoring her mothers frantic protests.

After hearing his orders, Nariko narrowed her eyes at him before she was led away by the soldiers. The queen and princess were led down a seperate hallway then that Vladamir had gone down and they were taken to the royal chambers where they were put into shackles and chains then left alone, several guards remaining outside of the room to make sure they didn't escape. Once they were alone, Destiny began sobbing loudly and she fell to her knees while Nariko moved over to a locked window and stared out at the land below, her red eyes brimming with tears but she didn't allow them to fall as she glared angrily.
 
Vladamir seemed indifferent to the queen’s weeping. Nor was Nariko’s defiance greeted by anything more than a contemptuous glance. Although as he withdrew the sword her jaw would be nicked by it perhaps to suggest it was a not so idle threat. However, after he’d issued the order that his mother and sister both be clapped into chains and taken to the royal chambers he seemed in no hurry to make his way there.

Indeed having slain the king the remainder of his family did not immediately concern him. Rather he seemed to turn his mind to ensuring that his soldiers didn’t destroy the city while he was preoccupied. Thus he left the castle and soon was upon horse back as he and his personal guard relayed orders to cease the fighting in the streets. The old king’s head was displayed upon a spear, and Vladamir’s road with the crown in full view.

He tolerated the looting of a number of noble dwelling that he bore some ill will as they’d rather strongly supported his father. A purge of his father’s closest allies had been part of the plan, hence those whom had been most likely to seek to rally against him were conveniently eliminated, their homes looted and upon the morrow he’d confiscate their lands for the crown. Of course some of that would need to be distributed among his followers.

But hours would pass before Vladamir returned to the castle and the chambers where his sister and mother had been left to wait. The doors would swing open as his tall fair haired form filled the doorway, his eyes following upon the two women. He idly responded “I trust you’ve managed to keep each other amused in my absence.” The doors were shut behind him as he dryly remarked “I should kill you both right now.” However he strode towards them and then looked from one to the other. “But I think instead I shall make an example of the both of you. For any who should think they escaped being slain for their past opposition to me tonight, I’ll let both of you serve as a warning as to how I shall humble and crush any who have opposed me.”

He stood before Nariko and simply smirked “Ah yes sister – kill you hmm? You think I would let you off so easily as that. I’ll make you wish for death, ah but then you’ll begin to be pleased you survived and feel the shame of it.” His fist lashed out to strike the enchained woman rather forcefully as he idly noted “From a would be queen to a slave girl.” He intended to follow up the blow by grabbing hold of her top and tearing it from her body.
 
As the hours slowly went by, Destiny's sobbing died down and she fell into a fitful sleep on the floor, leaving Nariko to her thoughts. The young woman, barely out of her teens, remained by the window and gripped the chains connected to her shackles tightly in her hands. She wanted to cry over the loss of her father and from the downfall of her family. But she wouldn't let her tears fall. She couldn't. After her brother had been banished, she had been taught not to show weakness in the face of an opponant.

When the doors opened, Nariko heard her mother stir before she turned to look at her brother as he entered and she stood there in her fighting attire with her head held high and her shoulders squared while listening to him speak. She merely stared at him with a small frown on her plump red lips. His words confused her. Make her wish for death then feel pleased yet ashamed that she survived? Before she could truely think about his words he struck her and she stumbled back before falling with a loud thud. As he reached for her top and began pulling to tear it from her curvy body, Nariko swung at him, lashing out with the chains of her shackles to hit him.

"Don't you touch me you bastard!" she screamed at him. "Don't you fucking dare." The girl scrambled back from him and sat there upon the floor while glaring up at him. Over near the bed, Destiny watch the interaction with wide eyes. Some of her curly blonde hair had fallen out of her updo and fell down around her shoulders.
 
Vladamir didn’t seem terribly concerned about Nariko’s defiance. A smirk graced his lips after her tore her top from her. He’d casually stepped out of the way of her attempt to strike him before tearing further at her garment until it was pulled from her to bare her upper body. His foot would raise and then be lashed down at her to seek to deliver another rather firm and vicious blow. The new king remarking “I’ll do a lot more than dare.”

He grabbed hold of the chains that fastened to her limbs and he jerked on them rather forcefully. He sought to send her sprawling from her seated position. “As for touching you my dear sister – you don’t really get to decide that. I do.” He smirked “Beyond being your king, you are now my slave as I have declared it to be so.” He leaned in towards her as his hand would seek to grab hold of her body and pull its lithe frame towards him and turn her over onto her hands and knees.

He sought to pull her ass up against his waist as he growled “I’m going to fuck you sister and make our mother watch. Then I’m going to fuck her and make you watch it.” He smiled rather darkly as he remarked “And just to make it rather interesting for the both of you – the one who pleases me less will be flogged when its done.” His hand would move to grope the curve of her ass as he remarked “And how will you sit there brooding then Nariko when your ass is on fire from every lash hmm?”

He looked over towards Destiny as he remarked “Of course if I’m satisfied with neither of you – I can always beat both of you hmm? So shall we find out which of you shall submit first.” His lips parted in a rather depraved laugh as his hips ground into Nariko’s buttocks. His fingers would slowly begin to seek to remove her clothing, to bare her lower body to his greedy fingers and ultimately his prick.
 
Nariko grunted softly as he tore the rest of her top off while she fought against him. When he kicked her, she cried out as she curled up a little to protect her self from the blows, her cheeks turning as red as her long hair from the embarrassment she felt from being topless before her mother and him and from the pain of the kick. As he grabbed the chains attached to her limbs and pulled, she cried out as she became sprawled out on the floor. She clawed at the floor as he grabbed her and dragged her body towards him, her heart pounding within her chest as he turned her over onto her hands and knees.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as he pulled her waist up to meet his as she struggled to get away from him, her eyes wide with panic as he announced to her what he was going to do. "No!" she cried out, scrambling at the area carpet they were on as she tried to drag herself away from him. "R-release me!" As he groped the curve of her firm but soft ass, she sobbed softly and looked up at her mother who was still staring at them in shock, gazing pleadingly up at her as if to ask her to help her.

She could feel him grinding against her as his fingers began to remove the last of her clothes and a tear fell down her cheek. Destiny finally seemed to snap out of her shock and she rushed towards them, grabbing Vladamir's arm and stilling his hands while gazing up at him. "Please Vladamir!" she begged. "Do not do this! She had nothing to do with your banishment. It was all your father and my own doing. Your sister is innocent!" While Destiny spoke and pleaded with him, Nariko threw her body forward and away from him, causing her skirt to tear in his hands as she tried to scramble away from him.
 
Vladamir observed his sister’s cheek fleshing as he stripped away her clothing. Although she might be shamed, the situation seemed to have no such effect upon him. Rather his features seemed rather stern, anger remaining in his eyes as he looked at both sister and mother in turn. The pleading for him to release her was met only by a smirk. His hands upon her body seeming to indicate that he had absolutely no intention of doing any such thing.

“Release you Nariko? I think not.” He smiled darkly to her as he remarked “I’ll teach you to be a good little piece of slave flesh. It’s time for you to learn to please your new master.” Irritation flickered across his features as he was interrupted by Destiny grabbing hold of his arm , claiming the fault for herself which allow Nariko to slip from his grasp momentarily but left her body bare as he held her skirt in his hands.

His head turned to his mother as he growled “Innocent is she? I’m sure she protested and fought against being raised up in my stead.” His tone seemed to suggest he believed anything but that to be the case. Roughly he shoved Destiny to the side as he remarked “And since you claim the fault as your own – what better torment could I offer to you than making you watch if she is truly innocent? You can listen to her scream, and watch every spasm of her body as she suffers because she was made my enemy.”

He strode to Destiny briefly and his hand would rather roughly press to her chest as he related ‘But don’t worry you’ll have your turn.” Thereafter, he stalked over towards Nariko. His tall blonde haired form moved to loom over her. “And now sister..” He reached down towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair. “There is nowhere for you to run.” He stated “I hold these lands, this castle and this city.” He stepped behind her and against sought to press his groin up against her. Slowly he’d undo his belt so that his prick would thrust forth from his pants and press to her warm flesh.

His hips would shift as he brought the tip of his cock to the soft lips of her slit. There he’d let that swollen member rest as he’d lean in to murmur “You’re mine.” Then a rather forceful thrust would collide with the swell of her ass as he rammed his prick inside of her. He’d part those soft lips and violate her, roughly stabbing his cock into her depths. His hand retained its grip upon a handful of her hair. He pulled back upon her head, arching her form as he thrust into her. Roughly he pushed his cock further inside of her, his hips smacking into her rather roughly as her folds were forced to part to take him within.
 
"Your sister loved you! She pleaded day after day for your return but your father denied her." she protested before being shoved to the side, falling with a cry of pain and a rather loud thud, grimacing as her body shuddered in pain from her fall and she looked up at him as he spoke, her eyes wide. She flushed in embarassment as he pressed his hand to her chest, shoving his hand away from her. She laid there sprawled out onthe floor, watching in disbelief and horror as her own son attacked her daugher.

Nariko had managed to crawl several feet before she stalked towards her, looking up with wide eyes as she shook her head. "Please don't Vlad." she pleaded softly while using the nickname she called him when they were children before crying out when he grabbed a fistful of her, her bound hands going to try and relieve some of the pain from him holding herhair like that. A moment later she felt his hips against hers and she heard him undo his belt, more tears falling when she felt his hot prick against her skin.

The young woman, barely out of her teens, sobbed again as he shifted his hips and pressed the tip against her bare slit. Her heartwas pounding harshly against her ribcage as he leaned in to murmur in her ear but a moment later her scream of pain and agony rang out, filling the room and echoing out into the halls as he rammed his prick into her. Nariko felt him tear through her hymen and rip away her innocence withhis cruel act.

Ashe pulled back on her hair, her back arched painfully as hethrust into her tight virginal body. Another scream filled the room as he shoved himself even deeper into her body. The girls cheeks had pales and were wet with her tears while trails of crimson slowly made their way down her inner thighs, staining both her pale skin and his cock red.
 
Vladamir seemed to have spared little thought to the pleadings of his mother. Long years spent in exile had rather hardened his heart against a family that had turned upon him. Affection had become hatred and spite that rather clearly burned within him. Hence no sense of pity or mercy moved him to spare or go easy on either his sister or his mother, rather now he sought to punish and humiliate them both. They would rue the day that he’d been forced from the kingdom as it would be the day that had begun their undoing.

He’d thrust into his sister’s soft form and as he plunged his cock within her, he felt the wall of her hymen offer its resistance and then give way. That fleshy barrier tore as his manhood pressed inside of her. His hips ground into her as he leaned into her and murmured “Ahh I’m your first man then sister.” He smirked as he remarked “And I shall be the only one you know.” He slowly pushed his shaft deeper inside of her, forcing that taunt passage to stretch to take him in. He felt her sex slick with virginal blood now as he murmured “How things change in a matter of days hmm? You were to be queen, now you’re my fuck toy.”

His hand tugged back upon her hair, bending her body. His other hand grabbed a handful of her ass, fondling the soft, round cheek of it. He rather roughly thrust into her from behind. He pumped his cock into that innocent passage as the long, rigid form of his cock would fill her. He sought to press himself deeper inside of her. He worked his way within as he stretched that tight hole, seeking to slide more of himself within.

He saw her tears and he sneered as he murmured “I missed you too sister.” There was a sarcastic tone to it as pumped his cock into her rather vehemently. Her svelte form was violated as his muscular form lay into her. Each thrust pushed him deeper inside of her. He rather hungry seemed to claim her body, entering her with a rather forceful enthusiasm. He let her feel that cock as it rammed inside of her and then plunged deep into her belly.
 
Destiny watched on in horror as her only daughter was violated by Vladamir, her blue eyes wide and her face pale. "Vladamir! Please stop!" she pleaded, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. So she could do nothing but watch on as her daughter was raped by her son. The blonde queen could hear the lewd sounds of her sons hips thrusting against Narikos and each time their hips met, the girl sobbed and cried out in pain.

Nariko clawed at the floor as her brother violated her. His words just served to make her sob harder and she pulled at her head rather violently, feeling some of her hair get torn out when she yanked her head away from his hand. Over and over his cock was forced deeper, the feeling sending white hot jolts of pain rushing through her abdomen, making her feel as if someone was stabbing her in the gut with a poker fresh from a fire. "I-I never wanted to be queen!" she screamed as he tugged her head back.

As her head was pulled back and he forcefully arched her back which opened her body to him and let him penetrate even deeper into her body. Her fingers curled and gripped the carpet she was laying on tightly in her hands, her body rocking beneath his. "Please... please stop." she whimpered weakly between sobs. Nariko didn't know how much more pain she could take before she passed out but her entire world was nothing but pain right then. Her sobs soon turned to grunts and whimpers of pain.

The girl could feel carpet burn forming on her chest and her inner thighs were becoming rubbed raw from the outside of her brothers thighs. She felt him squeezing and fondling her ass cheek and felt him sink even deeper. She was sure that he was going to force his way into her very stomach as he got deeper until he would feel the final barrier that kept him from the one part of a woman nobody should touch. Her womb. All Nariko wanted at the time was to curl up into a ball and for the agonizing pain to go away.
 
Vladamir thrust into Nariko as she sobbed in front of him. His hips roughly striking her soft but toned body as his muscular form had its way with her. His thick, aroused shaft was thrust deep and hard inside of her, pressing deeper and pushing farther with rather reckless abandon. He rammed that cock fully inside of her, pressing until he felt it pushing its tip past her cervix until it was pressing into her womb.

He sneered as she said that she had never wanted to be queen. “And yet here you were while I was exiled seeking to steal my birthright.” His hand pressed into her thigh, squeezing it as he growled “Now sister your no queen - just my whore.” His body pressed roughly to her as his cock throbbed within her. The constant press of his hips against her and his shaft into her would let its steady pulse be felt within. He leaned in to her ear as he murmured “And I’ll fill your belly with my bastards.”

His hand groped her ass as he violated her. His fingers pressing into that soft flesh, squeezing and tightening his hand upon it as he fucked her sobbing body. He used his sister rather roughly as her body weakly struggled to contain the agony he inflicted upon her. His dark eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction as he felt his seed beginning to grow heavy in his loins.

He looked over to the rather horrified expression his mother directed at him. His lips formed a rather dark smile as he looked at destiny and remarked “Don’t worry mother - its your turn next.”
 
Nariko's body jerked forward with each brutal thrust, her cheeks wet with her tears while a light dusting of perspiration formed on her body from struggling against him. The girl could feel him throbbing inside of her and something told her that wasn't a good thing. But when he pressed into her womb, she completely forgot about the throbbing as she was overwhelmed with the feeling of being sick. The pain of him entering her womb was worse then when he stole her virginity and it seemed to of stolen her breath away, the feeling causing her lungs to stop working for a moment until she sobbed again, causing her whole body to tremble.

"I wasn't." she sobbed. "I pleaded for you to be brought back." The feeling of his hand squeezing her thigh then him telling her that she was just his whore made her close her eyes with a pained expression until he told her that he would impregnate her. The moment he said that, her eyes shot open and she gave a strangled sob that was mixed with a cry of fear. "N-no! Please, don't!" she sobbed. Unlike most princesses that looked forward to being married and having children, she did not. She wanted to be a warrior and protect the kingdom. In fact, the thought of giving birth had always terrified her.

The red head began struggling with new strength, not caring that more of her long red hair was being pulled out by him. She clawed at the throw rug and at the hardwood floors, leaving scratches in the wood. As she did so, the muscles beneath Narikos pale silky soft skin rippled and flexed as she started to become desperate. Not even him telling their mother that she was next caused her to pause in her struggles.

Destiny, how ever, stared up at him with wide eyes as she sat there in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed, her blue eyes still filled with tears while more ran down her cheeks.
 
Vladimir heard Nariko pleading and seeking to claim that she had wanted him brought back. The fear and panic that his suggestion as to what her fate would be seemed to cause a surge of struggling from her chained form. Although his larger body remained upon her. He took her from behind and that brawny form was not to be dislodged however she struggled beneath him. Rather her frantic squirming seemed to merely be pleasurable for the prince now king that rather ruthlessly thrust his prick within her.

He smirked as his sister sought to plead with him. He was beyond begging and beyond being reasoned with. This was his vengeance and it was at hand. His kingdom had been stolen from him and those that had made themselves his enemies were to be punished - including his sobbing sister. Roughly his hips smacked into her. His hand gripped the tighter on her hair as he pulled back upon her head to strain those roots and to arch that aching body.

In and out and in and out of her body that thick cock was plunged. Constantly he rammed himself home within her, pumping into those so recently virginal depths and pressing into the very inner sanctum of her femininity. His tip smeared precum over the walls that his prick pressed against, as she’d feel the constant throb of his manhood within her. Perhaps unknown to her the presage of what she’d protested as his intention. He leaned into her ear and growled “Ah my sweet little sister your days of playing at being a warrior are over - now your nothing more than the royal whore.”

He seemed intent on making good at that particular threat as his pace quickened. His hips a blur and a furious pattern of movement as he claimed her body forcibly. That flurry of thrusts soon culminated in a deep groan to accompany the eruption of hot sticky fluids inside of her as he came. The release of his seed would burn like a jet through her belly, as it was directed not merely to her sex but into the very cusp of her womb. Those hot, sticky strands pouring into her and seeking to do their nefarious work that would swell her belly with incestuous progeny. Those spurts of semen would drench her and pleasure coursed through him, and only when they halted would he mercifully pull himself from within her.

Thereafter his head turned towards Destiny and he rather cruelly crooked a finger to beckon her towards her. He smiled darkly as he stated “Come here - I want you to taste your daughter’s virtue on your son’s prick.” His lips seemed to twist malevolently as he noted “And to know that if you refuse that I shall beat poor Nariko here for your insolence.” He gazed at her rather levelly as he idly noted “Yes, you may welcome some punishment to yourself for undoubtedly you blame yourself for this - but will you let your refusal result in further suffering for your daughter which I shall make you watch?”
 
Tears seemed to fall even faster down her cheeks as he continued to take her as his own. Grunts of pain, fear and panic began to fill the room, the sound mingling with the sound of their hips colliding over and over again. She felt him gripping her hair even more then pull back on her head, making her scream in pain as her neck muscles were strained and her back was forced to curve even more, causing it to pop a couple of times.

Each time he pulled out then shoved himself back into her body, piercing her womb time and time again, she cried out in agony. The girl, barely out of her teens and of age, closed her eyes again and tried not to be sick as the throbbing of his shaft inside of her became more prominent before he leaned down and growled in her ear, sobbing even louder at his words. For years she had prayed and waited for her brother to return, thinking and expecting the same brother that had left her when she was still little more then a child. Many times she had tried to run away to find him, but her father had always found her time and time again until he finally assigned her with a chaperone to keep an eye on her at all times.

Never had she thought that her brother would return just to do this to her. Her cries of pain got even louder when he began thrusting faster and harder into her, making her grip the rug beneath her even tighter before feeling something hot filling her. It didn't take much for her to figure out what was happening. The sound of his groan and the feeling of his erratic thrusts told her that he was filling her with his cum, planting his seed deep within her womb. When he finally pulled out of her, she crumpled to the floor in a trembling, sobbing heap as she laid there in shock. Her long hair fell into her face. Her thighs were rubbed raw and were stained with a mix of some of his cum and her virginal blood.

Destiny watched her son finish raping and filling her daughter with his seed. She gave a soft sob as he motioned her towards him and she shook her head with another sob. But when he mentioned to beat Nariko, she looked at the crumpled form of her once strong daughter and closed her eyes before taking a deep, shuddering breath and beginning to move forward. The woman knelt there before him with her head bowed, her blonde curls falling in her tear stained face then looked up at him a moment later with blood shot blue eyes. If she was a little younger, Destiny would of looked more like his sister then Nariko did because he looked more like his mother then his father.
 
Oh but hatred, rejection, disappointment and a burning desire for revenge could twist a person. It changed them, it hardened their mind and let them inflict cruelties that a one point they could not even have imagined. Vladimir’s hatred had had years to nurse itself, on his deprivation. Thrown from his throne, banished and left with nothing. Everyone would suffer, they would burn before he was through. If his sister had expected the brother whom had left to return, very little of that man remained but he wore exactly the same skin.

Each cry of pain from his sister’s lips pleased him. She’s tried to take his throne - whatever lies she peddled to him now. His throne, his birthright which their bastard of a father had schemed to give her. Some part of Vladimir craved to raise his father from the dead simply to bask in the sweet joy of killing him again and again and again. Yet no the woman he would have made queen was sobbing before him, her thighs raw and bloodied with his semen spilled deeply inside of her.

Vladamir watched Nariko weep and rather quietly he remarked. “And yet this is only the beginning.” There would be no relenting, no forgiveness after he tortured them. This was his land now and everyone whom had conspired against him was to die or suffer a fate worse than death. Death would be too kind for some.

As Destiny slowly shuffled towards him, his gaze fell upon her. His fair features regarded her as he remarked “Ah and yes this is really all you’re fault isn’t it?” He smirked slightly as he noted “I was always to be suspected for I looked like you not like our father.” He leaned in towards his mother and toyed with a lock of her hair. “What did you do that he wandered so constantly whether I wasn’t another’s hmm?” He idly noted “But perhaps he was right to wonder hmm? And you’re no stranger to playing the royal harlot.”

He stood before her and simply commanded “Now come here.” He leaned in towards her slightly as he stated “Open your mouth, your going to taste your daughter’s virginal blood mingled with your son’s semen.” He smirked “Now wrap your lips around my cock and clean it off with your tongue, then swallow. Then start sucking on it.” A depraved request but perhaps no more so than what actions had preceded it. “and if you displease me in the least I’m going to make you watch as I beat sweet little Nariko and with her every scream you’re going to know that it is entirely your doing - you could have spared her it.”
 
Slowly Nariko looked up at her brother where she laid on the floor, her eyes still glistening with tears as he spoke. There was fear and anguish in her eyes and it could be seen rather clearly as she looked at him while she cried. She felt... dirty, defiled and she felt as if she were going to be sick from what had just happened. The girls whole body ached and burned with pain while tears continued falling down her cheeks. To know that what he just finished doing was only the beginning terrified her and she closed her eyes tightly with a sob while hiding her face from him.

Meanwhile, Destiny knelt there before Vladamir as he spoke and she closed her eyes while softly swallowing. When it came down to it, Vladamir was right. It was all the queens fault. She hadn't given the kind a red haired first born son. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him as he played with a lock of her blonde hair. But when he accused her of being a harlot, she gasped and her eyes widened in disbelief. "I was always faithful to your father. Never did I warm another mans bed nor had I been with a man other then the king." she said softly.

At his command, she looked repulsed and disgusted at what he wanted her to do. She wanted to refuse, but the threat to harm Nariko any more then the girl already has been made her do what he said. She did not want her daughter to pay for all of her sins, though she knew that it was just the beginning of a long and painful life for Nariko and Destiny would not always be there to try and protect her from the cruel and twisted mind of the new king. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward and wrapped her plump pink lips around the head of his cock. The taste of his semen and Nariko's blood quickly filled her mouth as she took his cock deeper into her mouth and cleaned his length off.

She gagged a couple of times before swallowing before beginning to suck on him, tears of shame escaping her tightly closed eyes as she suckled upon her own sons cock. What she was doing was completely immoral and taboo and she knew it was going to send her to hell. In fact, she already knew she was going there anyways because of what she had allowed her husband to do to their son.
 
Dysfunctional didn’t even begin to cover what remained of this royal family. Vladamir glanced at his sister to see her body shaking as she sobbed quietly. The girl’s face was hidden from him, while the smell of her blood and his seed yet clung to her body even as it coated her thighs. He smirked as he looked at her, admiring his handiwork as he had evidently accomplished much what he’d intended to do.

While the former queen protested that his accusations regarding her proclivities were unfounded, she seemed to wilt at the laying of blame upon her doorstep. Guilt though at what had transpired seemed to lay readily on her shoulders. After all it was something so fickle as his resemble to her that brought them to where they were at that present moment. The colour of his eyes and hair having lead both to feud and civil war not to mention her current kneeling state.

Naturally he could see his mother’s hesitation, yet morality seemed to eventually be overcome by the maternal urge to protect her daughter. It was a predictable hold he had over her in that respect, he had but to threaten Nariko and she would obligingly comply with his wishes. He felt the soft press of her lips as his fingers would curl in her hair. His digits tightened in those blonde locks as he watched her mouth slowly envelop him.

The mixture of blood and semen was swallowed, naturally he smirked as he watched her gag on it. Thereafter, his hips pressed forward against her face as he felt her beginning to suck upon him. He pressed further into her mouth as his own lips parted as he commanded “Harder.”
 
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