Unforeseen Consequences (Lovely Decay and Methos_

[Methos]

Guillaume couldn’t help but to smile as his uncle and the bishop produced his father’s will. The words he spied upon the page were rather simple and concise. “I name my son Guillaume as my heir and I leave all my worldly possessions to him.” His eyes strayed over the castle about him and then out the window to the courtyard below and the fields and orchards beyond that. All this and the title of Duke was now his and his alone.

It was rather pleasant vindication for the now rather young lord. At twenty he was now one of the youngest and most powerful lords in the kingdom. His reputation was fair, for he’d acquitted himself well in skirmishes and in the tournaments. Although his performances had not been flawless, for while none disputed his talent, experience had not quite taken the rough edges off his abilities. He was a tall man standing some six feet and three inches in height. His shoulders were broad and his frame was starting to fill out to leave him rather powerful in his build. At the moment he was clad rather appropriately in black, a rather rich woolen coat with thread of silver along its collar and sleeves in decorative fashion, matched with a black silk shirt and black pants to match the coat. Solid leather boots graced his feet while his sword was strapped to his waist.

His features were fairly handsome. They had a rather masculine strength to them at the jaw and chin. Green eyes were paired with jet black hair in a rather pleasing manner as well. There was a clever look about him although at the moment he seemed more distinctly pleased than anything else. Guillaume was shown the will and he nodded as he remarked “My father is ever my benefactor in life as in death.” He bowed his head with an appropriate solemnity.

His sister was going to be devastated. She was his elder by two years and a rather striking woman in her own right. Many found her charming, although he’d ever suffered from her rather spiteful attentions. He’d rather constantly heard how she was their father’s favourite and undoubtedly he’d leave all his estates to her, or at the very least gift her with so large a dowry for her marriage that he should be left with scarcely much at all. It had all rather grated upon him, and indeed she had had rather rich dowries pledged on the two occasions the woman had been promised in marriage, although both men had died in separate wars. However, nothing had been promised now nor any arrangements made. Not to mention that any such arrangements were now his to make with his father’s passing. A grim day indeed it would be for her, as she was now utterly and entirely at his mercy and never had she so much as lifted a finger to earn it.

 

[lovely decay]

Adelaide <i>was</i> devastated.

No. She was quite a bit past devastation. There was no way she could force herself to retain and understand that her father had left her nothing. Absolutely nothing. She was quite the spoiled little girl, but she didn't expect it to be snatched away from her so quickly. It did not take very long for word to pass from person to person until it finally reached Addy. Once she'd been graced with the 'wonderful' news, not so wonderful in her eyes, she'd pressed herself against a castle wall, her head in her hands.

The servant who had informed her of the loss of not only her father, but also everything that she had expected to be her's, retreated quickly after Addy began sobbing against her palms. Everything she felt she had a rightful claim to was now passed on to her half-brother instead.

When she looked up, her expression was filled with frustration. Once pale ivory cheeks were now painted a soft pink, her dark eyelashes clinging together from her tears. Dark brown eyes scanned across the wide expanse of land before her, and her head fell into her hands once more. Dark red ringlets fell over her shoulders, shielding her in a way.

Addy had her mother's form. She barely made it to five foot five, and her frame was small. There was a gentle, soft curve to her, and even at twenty-two years old, she still appeared young. A soft moan of self-pity escaped past her pale pink lips as she raised her copper head once more. Addy was dressed in an off-the-shoulders black gown, an emerald stone around her neck. A gift from her father. Addy's right hand raised to clutch it as her left hand moved to brush her eyes free of tears. There had to be a way to settle this little predicament that she'd somehow stumbled into. All she had to do was speak with her brother, she hadn't been <i>that</i> horrible to him; in her opinion.

With a sigh, her hands dropped to clutch the flowing fabric about her waist. As she began walking, or moreso stomping, towards where she'd last seen her brother. Upon spotting him, she slowed her pace, her body going rigid.

"Brother, how...?" Addy started, her brown eyes wide with sorrow.


{ Goodness I hope I did that right. ;o; I just kind of made a 'bam!' sort of entrance for her. }

 

[Methos]

Guillaume had rather expect his sister to appear whenever word got to her that their father’s arrangements had been rather unfavourable to her. Almost on cue her black clad and comparatively diminutive form came stomping through the door with a sullen look upon her face. Guillaume naturally had a rather smug look about him considering what she considered to have been unjustly taken from her had been oh so judiciously left in his sole possession. As she seemed to demand some sort of explanation as to how this had transpired, he lofted an eyebrow to her and thereafter shrugged.

“I cannot tell you what our father was thinking, merely what the will states. His directions were rather brief and concise. If your looking for some measure of speculation undoubtedly he simply wished to keep the family estates strong and united for subsequent generations and the family name alive. Naturally that meant naming his son heir and leaving his wealth to him. Of course I shall be certain to honour his memory and ensure our estates are as great when they go to my son if not the greater.”

Guillaume gazed at his sister and offered her a rather pleasant smile. “I suppose we can only both trust in our father’s wisdom and know that he thought this best.” He remained pleasant although there seemed little doubt that he was thoroughly enjoying her expectations having been crushed. She’d spent her entire life stomping her feet and pouting expecting that their father should give her what she wanted as he doted on her tremendously. But now she was left to face rather fold hard reality.

The bishop and their uncle had left the room. They had left the young Duke to study a map of his properties and the accounts and stores that had been left to accompany it. The paper were strew out before him as he’d evidently been scrutinizing them before she had interrupted him. He smirked slightly as he remarked “And never fear my dearest sister I shall always recall all the affection that you have bore me when making suitable arrangements for you.” That likely would have been reassuring for the woman if not for the fact that sarcasm rather clearly coloured his tone. No doubt he should happily pass the woman off on some poor country squire who was entirely repulsive and violent to boot.

 

[lovely decay]

A shrug? Was that all he had to show her some sort of explanation? 'How dare he!' She shrieked within her own mind at the simple action he'd made. Of all things things to have done or said, a shrug seemed to have irritated her far more than the statement that followed.

"You could have very well kept the family name alive without the estates," she spoke, her voice sharp and shrill with anger. Of course, she knew very well that the two could not be split up in such a way. How was he to keep the estates, and the family name alive and well known without the two combined? She was a female, after all, and she knew that once she married, the estates were no longer rightfully her's, they were the male's responsibility to continue keeping his family name alive, not her family's name. All she was good for was producing heirs after marrying. A woman would never be able to hold onto her own things, as she didn't quite own anything at all. Addy knew she was left to be nothing but a housewife, at best. Although, she was spoiled after all, and she knew that with everything being left to her brother, she would receive nothing; and this most certainly irritated her. Addy had a feeling that she would be lucky to keep the very clothes upon her back.

A twitch ran down her spine as he spoke of making suitable arrangements for her, and a scowl crossed her pretty little face. Addy was one to usually keep a good grip on her temper, however, she could feel the sarcasm within his statement, and it might have very well set her off.

"How dare you!"

Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, her small hands clutching at the fabric of her gown tightly as she very nearly shook where she stood. "I do not wish for you to make any arrangements for me, brother, as I feel you would be rather vindictive when choosing a suitable man for me." Raising her chin slightly towards the sky, she let out a little huff. "I would much rather be deemed a mere peasant than to be left with your foul choice of a man."

With that, she took a step forward, as though she were going to walk right up to him, but she held herself back. He now held a position of power over her, and though she was the eldest - others would not see that if she struck him. Others would only see a woman striking a man of power - quite the no-no. As she hesitated, she pondered, and instead of opening her mouth she turned on her heels and began to stride out of the room, unsure of her destination at the moment. Her thoughts were blurred, as was her vision from the hate-filled tears that were threatening to pour down her cheeks. Though it did make sense to leave him with everything, she knew very well that her father could have left her

 

[Methos]

Green eyes regarded her as he shook his head idly. “You know as well as I that my existence with the name without the estates themselves would as good as have extinguished our father’s line. Other branches of the family would have persisted but if you think it our father’s wish that he should have disappointed his father and his father’s father simply to accommodate your unreasonable and childish desires then you are sorely mistaken.”

As she scowled and demanded to now how dare he presume to make arrangements for her future. “How dare I sister? I believe that would be the law. I now stand in our father’s place when it comes to making such arrangements for your future. A pity you don’t seem able to keep any of the men interested in marrying you alive. Its left you rather old for such things. Not to mention with the reputation of being unlucky.” Undoubtedly that would be regarded as an unkind cut given that she was said to be rather sensitive to having her two previous husbands to be slain before any marriage could be closed.

Guillaume smirked slightly as he noted “As for what arrangements I should make for you, indeed I suppose it should be difficult to meet your expectations. I’d imagine that the market for aging women with a history of dying fiancés whose rich dowry has evaporated would yield results far less promising than you had imagined.” He paused idly as he remarked “As for your desire to be a peasant, you’re welcome to it. I’m sure you’ll adjust well to the squalor of being a far wife with a half a dozen child clutching at your skirts and running around the dirt floor of your hovel.”

As the woman stepped towards him he added “Or perhaps you’ll simply become another doxy, spreading your legs for a few coins to rub together hmm? Isn’t that what the pretty peasant girls do who can’t get themselves a rich husband. But perhaps since you’ve not done a lick of work during the day in your life, you’ll do one at night.”

He was of course goading her. If she struck him he could have her imprisoned which likely would have aggravated his half sister even more. Not only would the castle and all the lands be his, but she would be in his dungeon. But as she stalked away tearily he simply smirked. Let the woman weep, he had no affection for her and she’d only antagonized him in the past. Hence he had little sympathy for her current predicament.

 

[lovely decay]

The sobbing female stopped just before the doorway, spinning back around to face him, her eyes narrowed. Addy had to admit to herself that she was rather unlucky, it was clear. Both of her to-be husbands had passed on before anything was finalized, which in turn left her an emotional mess for goodness knows how many days.

"How dare you assume that I would ever spread my legs for coins! You ought to be struck for speaking such a thing, you foul-mouthed little boy." Addy was no longer sobbing, her body was rigid as she contemplated as to whether she should move her body forward and leave a nice hit across his cheek, or turn and continue on her way. Either way, the outcome for either choice would be relatively similar. She was still going to be unhappy, and Addy was quite certain she couldn't possibly live the life of a peasant. It had been nothing more than an empty statement. If she had said such a thing to her father, the punishment that would have come of it would have been unbearable. But her brother didn't care for her, nor did she for him.

"A pretty woman should never have to work," she spoke, her voice almost a whisper as she moved towards him, closing the distance between them quickly.

Addy knew that she was far from intimidating to him, she was almost an entire foot shorter, and her build was much too feminine to be intimidating. But the glare she gave him could have killed. "How terrible it would be for your elder sister to go spreading her legs for coin while you sit on your throne, denying all relation? How quickly do you think Father's name would crumble then, brother?" Addy now held a smug look on her face, her right hand no longer holding onto the fabric of her gown, but instead it was slightly raised, ready in an instant to teach him a thing or two. Of course, it all depending on her brother's word choice as to whether or not she struck him. She was well aware of the consequences, but those aside, she would feel absolutely thrilled to strike him across the face.

And so she did.

Addy's hand moved quickly as she stood up on her toes, a decent amount of force behind her hit as she made contact with his left cheek. She had not given him much of a chance to respond to her previous statement, nor had she thought through striking him or not. Instead she simply acted out of impulse and anger. Addy was sure she would regret this decision quickly enough.

 

[Methos]

He smirked as he idly noted “Oh it wouldn’t surprise me in the least. You chase after pretty things like a moth towards a candle. Denied of any other avenue I don’t doubt you’d be little more than a strumpet craving whatever shiny bauble that might be proffered to her for whatever remained of her dignity. Perhaps that was why our father left you nothing, as the only thing that separates you from being a tawdry peasant whore is birth.”

She claimed a pretty woman should never have to work, although her brother didn’t seem particularly swayed by that statement. Guillaume regarded the woman as she approached him evidently in a fit of tempter. As she asked how terrible it would be for him if she were to do such a thing, how shameful it would be for him to have his sister spreading her legs for coin. He smirked as he noted “Perhaps I’d do you the kindness of suggesting that other patronize you.” He rather idly noted “At least then you could console yourself that you were being disgraced by those of good birth.” His lips twitched slightly as he remarked “As for our father’s name, it rests with me not you. You are simply an unmarried sister whom is relatively easily forgotten. Who shall spare you much thought when I marry and produce heirs? After all then what are you? Not even the most significant female to bear the name, nothing more than an after thought.”

“And if you choose to sully our father’s name there is little I can do to stop it.” Whatever his retort as he uttered it he found himself struck across the face. The blow landed upon him and a rather dark smirk crossed his lips. “You’ve now struck your lord and a duke. If I wanted I could have you executed sister.” He smirked as he regarded her in a bemused fashion as he noted “But for now I’m content to let you rot in the dungeon.”

As his half sister had been obliging enough to provide him with a reason to get her out of his hair, he elected to seize upon it. He grasped a hold of her by the shoulder and then dragged her to the door. Thereafter, he called for the guards and rather obediently they came at the beck and call of their new lord. He directed them to take his half sister and place her in the dungeon for she’d had the audacity to strike him. “Take her and keep her there until I decide otherwise.” He stated dismissively as little thought of her fate was given beyond that.

 

[lovely decay]

"Then -" She started, her mouth popping open in awe as he spoke of letting her rot in the dungeon. A look of shock crossed her face, her father would have certainly never let this sort of thing happen to her. She did know that she'd struck her lord, and a shiver ran down her spine as he grasped her shoulder and dragged her towards the door. Addy did her best to keep up with his pace so she wouldn't be dragged to roughly, but at this very moment walking wasn't exactly the best of her abilities.

"Brother.." She spoke, her voice low and full of regret. Addy turned her head upwards, without a snotty glare this time, and stared up at him, eyes wide. "Please."

Addy bit down on her lower lip as both of her shoulders were now within the grip of the two guards. This was absurd, and quite embarrassing. She was well known, and now she was being oogled at as the guards led her towards the dungeon.

"I can walk myself, thank you," she snapped, jerking herself away from the grasp of the guards. "I know where I am going." They only released her for a moment, and when they grasped her again, it was harder - and Addy did not dare yank away again. There were countless stairs to descend before they reached the dungeon, and Addy's nose wrinkled at the smell. "This is no place for me," she spoke softly, hardly audible as she was pushed through a doorway. Stumbling forward, she caught herself against the wall to her left, and just as she was turning to face the once open doorway, the large wooden door was slammed shut. Almost immediately, Addy sank to her knees, using the wall for support as she curled against herself.

Wrapping her arms around her waist, she bent her head forward and began sobbing. "Father would have never allowed this treatment," she moaned, her head shaking as she leaned back against the wall. Now she was left with nothing but her thoughts, and she wasn't too keen on mulling over what her brother had said to her, or what her father had done.

Addy was unsure of how much time had passed, but she eventually fell into a fitful state of rest, her back still arched against the wall, arms around her torso tightly.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume watched as his sister was dragged off, humiliated before all those within eyeshot. The Duke watched her slowly dragged away as she begged him to release her. Perhaps after a stay in a dungeon her attitude would adjust itself to her new reality. She had been horribly spoiled by their father, but that had all been snatched away from her now. She should have to beg for whatever scraps that could obtain from him. Let her lingering in the cold dampness of the dungeon to teach her exactly what her place was now that this land was his.

Nor did it appear the lord was in any great hurry to liberate his half sister from her confinement. Indeed several days would pass, the boredom of the passage of hours interrupted only by the door being opened for a mug of water, a bit of bread and something that resembled meat was left upon a plate for her. A rather mean meal for one accustomed to eating like royalty. But it was thus she would be fed for several days. She was meant to suffer.

Only after a number of days had passed would he send word to the guards to bring his half sister to him. He rather thought that having been left to rot for several days may have had a rather pleasing effect upon her attitude if not her smell. None the less guards were dispatched to throw open her cell and have her dragged forth from its squalor back to the castle proper. Surely his point had been made now, that she would do as she was bidden rather than act like the spoiled brat that their father had tolerated her to become.

Guillaume would await her arrival in the anteroom of his chambers, rooms now which were his but had previously been his father’s before. Little had changed within them, save that a number of the tapestries had been replaced with ones that he favoured himself. Indeed some furniture had been similarly altered and his possessions moved into the room. There he lounged in a rather ornate armchair that served like some rather casual throne.

 

[lovely decay]

Addy's fitful rest was ended abruptly as the door was slung open, a ragged looking plate and mug sitting just out of reach from the door was it was slammed shut once more. The first few times the poor excuse for sustenance was left, Addy had forced herself to nibble upon the bread and sip at the water, leaving the majority of the food upon the plate. However, the hunger pains began to cause her stomach to ache horribly, and when the plate and mug were left, she practically devoured it in a rather unladylike manner.

It was as if she were going mad being locked up there. Her face was pale, dark circles beneath her brown eyes from fitful nights of rest; her hair was frizzed and unkept, and her dress was ruined for sure.

By the time the guards came to retrieve her, she no longer looked like Addy. Instead she resembled a beggar peasant; wasn't that what she'd wished for in the first place? A shudder ran down her spine as she was pulled from the small chamber, her eyes wide as she was led through what now felt like unfamiliar corridor after corridor. Soon she was in an almost familiar room, the servant folk's bath area.

Addy's nose wrinkled in disgust as she was pushed in, two servant women taking her into their grasp before stripping her nude and pushing her into a large barrel of cool water. Fighting off a shriek from the sudden cold, she closed her eyes as another bucket of cool water was dumped on top of her head, a younger servant girl now scrubbing at the mess that was Addy's hair.

It took almost an hour to clean her of the horrid smell of the dungeon, and nearly another forty minutes brushing her now clean hair into a plait, a ribbon tied at the back. Addy did not recognize the clothing she wore, a simple white frock, if it even deserved to be called such. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes as she was pushed back into the guard's grasp once more, being led through the castle.

The guards neared the anteroom of her brother's chambers, and pushed Addy roughly through the threshold. She stumbled for a moment, catching herself before falling to the floor, her chest rising and falling slowly as she tried to fight the urge to turn and yell at the rude guards. Standing up straight, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her hands crossing behind her back in a polite manner. This was taking quite a bit of work for her to keep herself in check, but she most certainly did not want to return to the dungeons.

Exhaling slowly, Addy's eyes fluttered open, and she now found herself standing in a familiar room, only a few things had been changed. Once her father's, but now her brother's, it would have of course changed. Addy disliked the change, but did not speak up about it. Biting down on her tongue, she turned her gaze towards the ornate armchair Guillaume sat in, a slight chill coursing down her spine.

 

[Methos]

Thankfully the various servants and guards had anticipated that his sister was to be removed from her imprisonment but cleaned before being presented to him. After all while he might enjoy seeing that his half sibling had suffered, undoubtedly the smell would have been rather less than attractive. But as he waited evidently she was made presentable for him thus when she was led into what had been their father’s chambers her appearance was not so offensive as it would otherwise have been.

Guillaume remained seated where he was, he slouched slightly in his chair as he regarded her. He smiled to her as he remarked “Addy, how did you find the dungeon?” He asked casually enough, he scooped up a chalice of wine into his hand, he brought it to his lips and tilted it back taking a rather deep sip as he regarded her. His lips formed a smirk as he noted “From the dark circles under your eyes, I’ll trust that it would suitably unpleasant for your liking.”

A dark smile graced his lips as he noted “Now I can send you back to that dungeon and no one will lift a finger to gainsay me. You know that as well as I. This far from the capital, in the heart of my own lands I am the power here. All but king of all I survey.” He let his other fingers idly drum upon the arm of his chair. He smiled to her and then observed “I take it you now realize that your free ride is over.”

Thereafter, he waved a hand over at a place of food that was sitting upon a table along with a bottle of wine. Fine bread, pastries, fruit and slices of meat rested upon it. He idly noted “I’d imagine your hungry and perhaps thirsty, eat, drink. Then sit on that chair.”

Guillaume idly noted “Now sister, everything here is mine. I rather presume that your statement about being a peasant was entirely a bluff. I bear you no affection, nor have you ever given me any reason to. I could toss you out onto the street and I can tell you I shall feel no particular shame in your suffering. But you are here, what use should I have of you hmm? Why should I allow you to remain?”

 

[lovely decay]

Almost as quickly as her mouth popped open to give him a rather snide comment as to how she felt about the dungeon, she shut it with a slight popping noise. "I did not like it," she replied, slowly, sounding out each word to ensure that she would not end up speaking out too angrily towards him. Addy didn't want to return to the dungeon, but watching her tongue had always been an issue of her's.

Before he had even spoken of the food and drink, Addy's eyes had already been distracted by it. As soon as he said she could take what she wanted, she moved towards the table snatching up a bit of bread and fruit before sitting down in the chair he had pointed out, pushing a bite of bread into her mouth.

Her eyes closed as she savored the flavor, this was spectacular in comparison to what she'd been left to live off of in the dungeon. "Free ride?" She mused, sitting her hands in her lap, one hand still holding the bread, the other a small handful of grapes. "Then what am I to do? Cook, clean, be a servant girl?" Addy could not help but shake her head. She did not wish to work, though she knew his threat to throw her to the street was not a bluff.

"You know very well that I have hardly any talents, if any at all. I am sure that you know the only reason why either of the men father arranged for me to wed only agreed to wed me for father's money and my outward appearance. I am not good at anything other then dressing myself up and making an appearance. I'm quite sure I couldn't even lift a bucket of water if I tried."

Addy sighed, she realized that moment that her half-brother had no real reason to keep her there, unless he was going to force her to work. Of course, she could always run off, he wouldn't come looking for her. But she also knew that there was no possible way she would be able to survive as a peasant, at least where she was now would allow her to work while providing her with nice food, clothing, a bed, and so on.

"I am sorry, brother, but I don't feel that I would be of much use."

 

[Methos]

Guillaume watched as his sister seemed to bite back whatever scathing comment occurred to her and rather carefully replied that she had not liked being in the dungeon. He smiled to her as he remarked “I rather thought not. It didn’t seem like the sort of thing you’d take too all that well.” He made that comment in a fairly absent minded fashion, as though it had been a given.

He watched her move over to the table rather quickly to retrieve some of the food that she evidently craved after the rather limited fare that she’d had offered to her for several days. He let her eat and simply let her contrast what was available to her while free from the dungeon compared to what was on the offer within it.

As Addy discussed her lack of any appreciable skills, he remained silent. He didn’t disagree with her that she didn’t know how to do any of the normal tasks done by women or that all she knew how to do was to make herself presentable. “I can’t say I disagree with you Addy, I doubt you’d be of any use as a servant girl. But that does leave me with something of a dilemma doesn’t it? It’s expensive to keep you here ‘presentable’ as you see it, and it’s expensive to get rid of you. Nor will I ever supply the sort of dower that father offer for you. Presuming someone would take it – they certainly weren’t in a terrible rush while our father was alive were they? Now that half the country thinks you’re some sort of ill omen for their continued survival should they agree to marry you. Never let it be said that the nobility can’t be as superstitious as the meanest of peasants.”

He smirked “Which leaves you here. Now I know you were bluffing when you suggested you’d prefer to be a peasant. You wouldn’t last two days on your own in the world. You have no skills nor any tolerance for anything less than luxury hmm?” He rose from where he was seated and rather slowly prowled over towards her. His tall form loomed over her as his hand moved to cup her cheek, tilting her head towards his own. Green eyes regarded her as he noted “And if all you have to offer are looks then I shall have to make use of that.”

“Now sister, if you want to remain and be allowed to play the spoiled noblewoman as opposed to rotting in my dungeon or fending for yourself in the street, that lovely little form of yours shall be mine to do with as I please.” His eyes leered at her as he leaned in towards her, his form drawing closer to her own. “And if you amuse me sufficiently perhaps eventually I shall put up sufficient funds that someone would marry you once memory of your tendency to have those who agree to marry you die lessens.”

 

[lovely decay]

Addy's cheeks flushed, and she bit down hard on her tongue to keep herself from speaking out. Men weren't supposed to come lining up for a woman, Addy always assumed that arrangements took time. What father would just let his daughter wed any old common man? Addy inhaled slowly, "I am sure that the lack of a waiting line was due to father not wanting me to marry just any man."

After her statement, Addy clamped her mouth shut around a grape, chewing it slowly. She knew she was bluffing about running off to be a peasant, she could barely stand to even think of what that life would be like. Brown hues flickered upwards as he moved slowly towards her, a wave of unease washing over her. As he cupped her cheek, her head tilted towards his.

Swallowing the grape slowly, Addy inhaled shakily, her eyes wide. "Make use?" Blinking with a look of confusion, she shifted slightly in the chair she was in, trying to give a bit of space between the two of them. Addy had never been too physically close to her half-brother, and this current moment had her on her toes with caution. "Y-your's?" Clearly she did not understand that precisely, was he staking a claim on her? As he leaned closer, she tried to lean back, but the back the the chair stopped her from moving much more then an inch or two away from him.

"I am certain that particular memory will take quite a while to lessen. I shall be nothing but an old, haggard woman by then." So, now, what was her choice? To be entertainment for her half-brother until someone decided to take her hand? Addy had a feeling she was going to be left as entertainment for quite some time, given things such as a girl being unlucky when it came to her fiances staying alive did not die down too easily.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume idly noted “Or it might have been your constant remarks how you wouldn’t accept anything but the best. You know such things travel hmm? Why should some try when they know they should be rejected out of hand. I suppose unfortunately for you, father thought to indulge you in that. That hasn’t worked out so well for you has it?”

As his hand touched her he could see the cautious look that flickered across her features. The unease that followed was rather gratifying as well. His hand strayed across her cheek and his fingers tracing over soft skin before they moved downwards along her neck for his hand to come to rest and grip her by her shoulder. He slowly began to pull her to her feet from where she sat.

As she repeated ‘make use of’ and ‘yours’ in a tentative manner he simply nodded. His other hand would seek to grab hold of her as well. Being much larger than her no to mention stronger he’d seek to pull her out of the chair and to her feet. Perhaps more worrisome than that, he’d push her over against the table, bending her forward at the waist so that her stomach would rest against its edge. His hand would press to the curve of her ass and squeeze it rather firmly.

As she remarked that it would take some time for her reputation to recover from being unlucky he simply remarked “Then I expect you’d best get use to this.” He noted as his hand grabbed hold of the skirt of the dress she wore and began to drag it upwards towards her waist. Seeking to bare her lower body to his attentions as his form pressed forwards against her. His groin brushed against her body with the stiffening form of his prick brushing against the tight form of her ass.

 

[lovely decay]

"No, it hasn't," she spoke softly, her body going perfectly still has his hand fell from her cheek to her neck, and then to her shoulder. Addy saw his nod, and her mouth opened to speak against such things; but he had her on her feet.

For a moment she swayed in one spot from the sudden realization of what he meant by his previous statements. Clearly she wouldn't be a simple street whore for coin, instead she'd be paid with room and food. "No!"

Addy shook her head as she was pushed over the table, her hands gripping the edge as her cheek rested against the wood. "Brother, no.." She whimpered, tears beginning to well in her eyes once again. This was disturbing, and the feel of his body pressing against her's sent shivers up and down her spine.

As her skirt was pulled up towards her waist, Addy tried to push herself off from the table. His form pressed against her's too tightly for her to make any sort of movement that would push him off of her. Shoulder's tense, she tried to push against the table again, attempting to free herself from her half-brother's grasp. "No, no, no. I will not be your's. I will not!"

 

[Methos]

Guillaume heard her protesting as he pushed her to the table and his own body moved to press against her. His hand pressed to the curve of her ass, his fingers squeezing that rounded form. His hips rocked into her and she’d feel his groin brushing against her body, his cock swelling and stiffening at it was pressed against her body. His lust rather obvious now as his prick hardened while rubbing against her.

His body would pin her in place as she sought to push him away and squirm free. Her cries went unheard behind the closed and rather heavy wooden doors of the room. He kept her pinned in place as he remarked “Oh but you will sister dear, you have nothing else to offer and you can’t survive on your own. You haven’t much of a choice in the matter.”

His hand slid downwards and undid his belt, as that was unbuckled his pants were undone as well freeing the swollen form of his prick to lance outwards. Its exposed form would press to her naked flesh. Brushing against it as he slowly brought it to bear upon the lips of her sex. He let the tip linger at her slit, teasing against it as he leaned in to remarked “If you want to continue swanning around like you’re some sort of princess, well then you’re a princess whom is going to have to play the whore for me.”

With that statement made his hips rather forcefully rocked forwards against her. She’d feel his body press in against the curve of her ass, his cock was rammed into the soft folds of her sex. The thick throbbing form of his manhood pressed into that taunt channel and filling her with its size and girth. His body forced her forwards against the edge of the table, driving her against it as he took her from behind. His hands grasped her hips, as his form rocked forward to pump his member within her, he seemed to take a certain smug satisfaction in violating her.

 

[lovely decay]

Addy's cheeks flushed pink as she felt him harden from pressing and rubbing against her body. She was unsure of what he was getting pleasure from: the fact that it was her, or the fact that this was his revenge for how she'd treated him. She was positive it was the latter of the two, or else he wouldn't have been acting so satisfied by this.

A whimper escaped her as she felt his pants fall and release his swollen member. As he pressed it against her, she felt the tears fall, her eyes wide as she sobbed against the table. "No man will have me after this! You can't!" Her pleading ceased almost as soon as he made his statement. She did not want to be a whore, for him nor anyone else. And here she was, bent over a table like some street walking whore. A sob caught in her throat, and then she screamed.

The feeling of him slamming into her sent chills of pain throughout her body. Her sobs turned into pained cries as he continued to take her. Addy's hands had curled into fists, and her body shook with each thrust and sob. "P..Please stop," she managed to moan out, her legs tightening as she tried to keep herself from buckling right where she was standing. Addy knew he was holding her in place, but her body was shaking, threatening to give out beneath her - with him holding her or not. Shutting her eyes tightly, she felt her body shake again, an almost calming sensation running through her. Mentally, she was screaming, but physically, her body was getting enjoyment from his unceasing pounding.

Now Addy was fighting with herself, to lie there and take it and enjoy it; or to try and fight against the urge to just give in to him. Her body was most certainly enjoying itself, only after a few thrusts she was practically dripping wet - and now she was beyond that. Addy felt her inner walls clench around his prick, her eyes rolling open as she gasped against the table.

 

[Methos]

His pleasure was naturally two fold. Sex itself was pleasurable, and of course imposing his will on a miserable half sibling simply made it the sweeter. Thus his satisfaction was indeed rather gleeful as he watched her flush and protest as he thrust himself inside of her. Whether no man would have her after him or not wasn’t something he cared a great deal about. Indeed if his sister was damned for the rest of her existence to beg him for what scraps he might throw in her direction that suited him just fine.

Her screams filled his ears and given that he thrusted rather roughly into them, she could likely deduce that it only served to arouse him. That thick cock was lanced inside of her, rather ceaselessly being driven between her thigh and into the taunt folds of her sex. His cock stretching that tight hole as her body seemed to shake in response to his violation of it.

Guillaume soon felt her sex becoming slick with her own juices and then those velveteen folds of her sex began to tighten around him leaving her own arousal rather obvious. A hand slipped back from her hip and rather firmly smacked her on the ass, his hand descending and causing his palm to strike her flesh rather roughly. He leaned in towards her ear as he rather insufferably gloated “I’m taking you and you like it. I can feel it.”

Perhaps his gloating would have been of little effect, if she herself wouldn’t know that her body was responding in such a fashion. Yet his strong, muscular form was crushing against her. The thick bulging form of his cock was being driven upwards and inside that eager feminine passage. He pressed her to the table, his entries rocking her forwards as he sought to press his prick deeper and deeper inside her until she’d feel the slap of his balls against her lips and the pulse of his dick as it was buried fully within her, filling her utterly as his tip would brush against her cervix.

 

[lovely decay]

Addy's body shook beneath his as she felt one of his hands slip away from her hip. Quickly she shut her eyes, almost as if she knew what was coming next. Just before his hand made contact with her skin, she bit down on her lower lip, her body tensing. As the strike echoed around the room, Addy shuddered in pain under him. A weak cry of pain escaped her, her knuckles white as she clenched onto the edge of the table she was bent over.

A pant for breath soon followed her outcry, her toes curling as he spoke against her ear. "N-no," she whimpered out, trying to deny his statement. She knew there was truth in it, her body was certainly enjoying everything he was doing. Addy herself, however, was not. She was trying her hardest to block out the pleasure her body was welcoming without any complaints, trying to convince herself that there was nothing she enjoyed about this. Nothing.

As he pushed deeper and deeper into her, Addy gasped out, her legs quivering. Her fingers loosened from the table as she reached forward, trying to grasp at something, anything to hold herself steady as she tried to breathe. "I.." She started, her breath gone seconds after she tried to speak. Something almost like a moan built in her throat and escaped between her lips, and she felt her body shake against his thrusts again. "I can't!" She cried out, her head trying to shake against the table, her hands moving to grasp the edge once again. "Please, I can't," she panted against the wooden surface, her eyes half-closed as she felt her body growing more and more numb with each thrust.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume heard her cry of pain as his hand smacked into her ass, and hearing that rather sweet scream his hand raised and his powerful arm lent his palm the strength to impact upon her arse again. The sharp smack of his hand striking her would resound as he sought to stain her skin that lovely cherry hue. His hand groped her even after he struck her in a rather greedy fashion.

He heard her panting as he fucked her. There was no doubt he certainly was enjoying claiming her body in a rather aggressive fashion. His pleasure seemed to assert itself as he became increasingly aggressive. More forcefully he’d hammer into her from behind, roughly pushing her forward into the edge of the table. His body collided with her as he speared his cock inside of her. He filled her with the rigid length of his cock.

His hand slipped upwards and grabbed a handful of her hair. He’d roughly yank upon her hair pulling her head back towards him and forcing her body to bow as he took her from behind. His hips crushed against the soft swell of her ass. His turgid prick was pumped inside of her, thrusting within as it oozed precum and smeared its lubricating fluids on the walls of her sex.

He heard her repeating that she couldn’t do this, although as she moaned it sounded more like she sought to convince herself than him. His lips pressed to her ear, and his teeth lightly bit and tugged upon that same ear as he growled “You are and you like it. You are my whore Addy. Mine.” A claim he seemed to emphasis with each rather rough thrust of his cock inside of her. The ache that began to form in his balls suggested that much more of this would leave his sister’s slit dripping with her half brother’s semen..

 

[lovely decay]

With each strike, Addy's legs threatened to give out beneath her, but her body somehow found the power to keep her from collapsing and going limp. Her body shivered as he groped at her reddening ass, a moan building up and almost passing between her lips. Addy was able to hold it back, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction in his actions then she already had.

Addy's form went still as she felt his arm moving, this time upwards towards her head instead of back like he'd moved before when he struck her. A yell escaped her as he grasped her hair, her back forcefully arching as she was partially raised from the table.

As he thrust forward against her, she whimpered in pain as his hips crushed against her already sore ass. Addy's body shook, and she could not suppress the moan that escaped her this time. It was low, and soft, her eyes rolling shut as her walls squeezed tightly around his prick. Addy's legs shook uncontrollably beneath her. Freeing one of her hands from it's grasp upon the table, she reached backwards, grasping at his hand that held a fistful of hair. She held onto his clenched hand tightly as she gasped for air.

She did not want to like this, but she was. She was dripping her own fluids down her legs, her inner walls still throbbing around him tightly. A shudder ran through her as his teeth wrapped around her ear, causing her cheeks to flush a darker shade of pink. "N-no," she whimpered out, but her statement was quickly lost in the little moans she was trying to fight back from each of his thrusts. She was left panting almost, trying to catch her breath. Her grip upon his hand loosened, and then her arm fell limply against the table as her body threatened to follow suit, slowly going limp beneath him; her inner walls throbbing slowly around his still thrusting prick.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume seemed to revel in his rather rough violation of her body. The hand at her hips slipped to the side so that it could rather roughly collide with her other ass cheek. His rough palm smacking into the rounded curve of her ass with a resounding smacking sound that would fill both their ears. After his hand impacted upon her, his fingers greedily pressed into her and pillaged upon those soft folds, squeezing eagerly.

His other hand maintained its grip on a handful of her hair. He pulled back upon her, keeping her body bowed as he roughly entered her from behind. His manhood was pressed inside of her as her soft body was pulled back towards his own. The walls of her sex forced apart as he rutted inside of her. Her half brother fucked her rather forcefully, his throbbing shaft ramming itself into her and pressing deeply into that taunt passage as he felt its feminine folds squeeze around him hungrily. The delightful gripping and milking sensation of her sex causing pleasure to course through his body.

He could see her arousal dripping down her thighs, and even more so he could smell it. The soft little moans that were parting her lips as she panted only served to confirm that whatever ‘no’ she managed to enunciate wasn’t being felt by her. His pace quickened as he felt her sex squeezing tighter about him. His hips rapidly smacked into that already sore arse. His cock was pumped into her vigorously, deep thrusts coming one after the other over and over again as he’d fill that tight slit with his throbbing flesh.

His breath quickened along with his pace. His lips pressed to her ear once more as he leaned in against her. The rapidness of his breathing along should have signified what was to follow but tauntingly he made it painstakingly clear for her. “And now Abby..you’re going to be full of my seed.” He stated as the rather relentless manner in which he pounded that shaft within her continued. His hips ground up and into her, that sinuous humping motion causing his hips to rock into the cheeks of her ass. His cock was rammed fully inside of her, throbbing as he claimed her. A particularly vehement thrust caused his lips to part with a groan as his semen streamed into her. A jet of hot thick sticky white fluids would explode inside of her. Strands of his seed would spurt forth, shot after shot slickening the walls of her sex with their creamy presence. His load was shot within her and his hips rocked into her until his seed had poured within, and only then would his body slow.

 

[lovely decay]

[ sorry this took like a month. ;o; and for the fact that it was ridiculously short. but there really isn't much to do when she's being held in place and he's reaching climax. >.< ]


Addy was torn between body and mind. Still. She knew that this was wrong, that she should not be enjoying his violation of her; but her body was craving it. Almost like a need that had gone ignored for far too long.

A soft cry escaped her as his hips crushed against her backside, her back arched in a painful manner from his hold on her hair. Tears continued to stain her cheeks as he thrust against her, a gasp creeping past her dried lips as his lips found her ear once more.

"NO!" Her body went rigid and tense, her eyes now wide as the tears stopped with shock. Addy made no noise as he relentlessly thrust into her, the feeling of his seed filling her bringing the fresh sting of tears back to her eyes. Her hands clutched at the table, her head pulling forward against his hold on her hair, her hips shaking as he slowed. He came inside of her, and it was all wrong. He was her half-brother, partially her blood, and he'd left her full of his own fluids.

"Let me go, p..please brother, let me go," she whispered, her voice strained as she continued to try and move away from him, in any way possible.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume leaned in against the body of his half sister as his seed spilled into her in a heady gush. Pleasure washed over him and he felt the slickness of her folds as their juices mingled within her. He’d heard her scream no and now as he leaned against her his spent shaft lodged within her he heard her begging for him to let her god and then squirming away from him. He smirked slightly as his hand moved to press into the roundness of her ass.

He fondled her and then murmured “Addy – you will do what I want, or I’m going to send you back down to the dungeon.” He smirked as he noted “And you don’t want that now do you?” His hand rose to idly play with strands of her hair. “After all I don’t think you handled being down there so well now did you?” He asked her in a rather soothing voice. “You’ll just have to get used to doing what I want you to do.”

Rather fondly he’d pet her hair as he indicated “Now my dearest sister, I want you to get down on your knees and put my dick in your mouth. Lick it clean like the good little whore you are. Then I want you to suck on my cock until you get it hard once more and pleasure me until I cum in your mouth.” He smiled to her as he noted “After all you need to prove how obedient you’re going to be.”

He smirked as his lips brushed against her cheek “Now you could refuse – but then I’d beat you and send you back to the dungeon I just plucked you out of. And I’ll leave you in there so long, daylight will only be a distant memory and you’ll have to hope I vaguely remember you to even possibly consider changing my mind and freeing you.” He idly noted “And if you behave and please me things will be much easier for you.’