Chapter 4
ELARA
"It's time."
That was all that rang in my head as I staggered down the quiet dimly-lit halls, the chains in my legs clanging as they connected to the cold floor, on my way to my gallows. I didn't want to let myself dwell on hope or believe in anything less than what this meant; Tonight I was losing my virginity to my enemy and should only hope I didn't lose the last piece of my soul with it.
"Stop," the guard ordered, snatching my forearm to stop my movement as we approached a black set of doors. He faced me, his eyes vicious as they drilled into me. "For your good, talk less and listen more." He didn't stop there. "Never, ever look at the future King unless he asks you to. Do everything he demands and more importantly, pray he finds you worth his time." With every statement, his perverted eyes trailed every inch of my body in an unmasked streak of lust.
He nudged me forward to the door, opened it without knocking, and before I knew what he was up to pushed me inside. The room was pitch dark- a fair representation of the occupier. This time around, I didn't bother being defiant and merely gaped at the floor, only wincing when bright light engulfed the entire room.
The guard was behind and shoved me forward and in the process, my head lifted, and gasped softly when I came in contact with what I call a customized hellhole. There was a king-sized canopied bed at the centre of the room covered entirely with inky black- from the quilt to the duvet and pillows. Even the bloody bedstand and lamps were black! Everything, and I mean everything was black.
But that wasn't the worst- hanging from the roof of the canopied bed were implements of torture glinting with passionate promise- chains, manacles, and other depraved devices I couldn't bear to name. My gaze skittered away, landing on the guard's twisted smirk.
"Don't worry, slut, I bet you are going to enjoy every moment of it," he leered.
"No," I muttered, shaking my head as I took a step back. "No." My head shook faster. There was no way I, a Queen, was going to allow these monsters to reduce me to this_
He seized and shoved me into the massive mattress.
"No!" I screamed as he pressed me deeper, not giving me adequate room to resist. "Please, don't do this to me, stop, now!" My voice resonated as he kept dragging until I was lodged at the centre of the bed. He missed a foot and I took that chance to dive but soon I was back to the centre and this time, that blasted manacle was clasped to each leg, immobilizing me in a lewd, exposed position. I have never felt this embarrassed in my life.
"Please, don't do this..." I cried, jerking my body to free myself but that was impossible. This bondage was twice stronger than a virile werewolf, not to mention one that had been dosed with just enough wolfbane to kill a stronger breed of omega.
"My king."
I blew off the hair on my face, darting sideways at the monster who materialized beside the guard, those evil, yet captivating eyes latched on me in dark sinful appraisal.
"Hey, hellcat." The side of his full, fine lips curved in a smirk as he added flatly, "She still looks at me." The guard made to move but the Alpha grasped his wrist, stopping his movement. "I will handle it from here. You may go."
The guard gave me a wry look and bowed to the Alpha before marching out. The door soon slammed after him.
I gritted my teeth and struggled against my bind, taking note of any movement made by the large beast, from the corner of my eyes.
"You are a very stubborn woman, hellcat," he drawled tiredly, dropping the glass of wine he was nursing on the end table beside the couch. His right hand traveled lazily to his black shirt and flicked the first button and foolishly my eyes trailed every motion with unfathomed awareness. "I studied you more than I studied your father, your lineage, and... your precious clans." The shirt dropped and... my pulse paused. His massive broad chest lay sprawled out like a large expanse of untamed breathing rocks.
Inside, I knew what I was supposed to do; blink, fight harder, shut my eyes and think of what comes next, or perhaps try to devise a means of saving myself from this situation. But, shackled there with my ass positioned in the air, my neck beginning to ache, and my hands chained atop my waist, I couldn't form any coherent word, nor blink a wink.
"You are also smart, hellcat," he faltered and simply stared, then tsked. "I must give you that which is why you don't have to go through any of this. So, I have come up with a plan which would benefit the two of us." His pants dropped, leaving him in a pair of grey briefs-the only thing contrasting with the rest of his black ensemble.
I swallowed. Painfully. "Since you have refused to denounce your position and hand the crown over to me..." He hesitated, once more in contemplation of his next words.
"I am going to fuck you anytime I desire, pump you with enough of my seed to make you pregnant, and once you have our heir, I shall take the child and set you free... All hail the King."
The last word was sealed with the final drop of his briefs and that was when the hypnosis shattered.
"You won't dare!" My throat was dry, my voice croaked and unsteady. I was highly distracted both by his threat and the overwhelming perfection of this man's physique. His manhood was... No, there was no way he was going to use that thing on me.
"Oh, I will, hellcat." He took a slow calculated step onward until he was directly behind me and I kept twisting my neck, ignoring the pain as long as I caught every movement, apprehension destroying every courage I had left.
He ascended the bed like a feral cat and I shuddered when his hand gripped my waist and ripped me backward. The chains rattled but not enough to distract me from the feel of his form against me as he framed my rumps and began massaging.
Caressing. Softly.
I was losing focus.
"Stop- stop it, you- you lecherous varmint!" I cried out, my chest thumping-Mixed emotions.
"Make no mistake about it, hellcat," he continued, his voice a drip of murky storm. "When I fuck you, it would be merciless and brutal. You need to prepare your mind for that because I am not a man who respects boundaries."
The more he talked, his words faded into nothingness in my head, and my protest was starting to dissolve like a mist. "But don't worry... You are going to enjoy every, I mean every minute of it." He leaned down, starting from the lower part of my Vjay to drag his tongue to the centre divide of my rump, at a mastered slowness.
Blood drained from that part of my body.
I shook my head to stay in the present and resumed struggling. "Please stop, stop it at once. I will never like to sleep with you! I will never enjoy your touch! I will never_!" I squirmed as my neck eventually snapped, tipping me sideways.
While I tried to regain my balance, I noticed my dress leaving my body and realized what was happening. No. this wasn't happening. "Please, don't do this. Sto_"
Rip!
The last piece of my clothing was rent off me, goosebumps spreading on my naked form. Images from earlier swarmed my senses, but with each fight I put up, it seemed to fuel my captor's resilience to have me where he desired me.
"Stop. Fighting. Now!" He rumbled and I stilled, the last of my resolve breaking as I broke apart in tears.
"You are a monster."
He scoffed and gently touched my throbbing neck. "Think of this as punishment for your disobedience. It's on you!" He scrambled between my legs, his engorged arousal poking at my punani, seeking entrance.
"I will kill you!" I didn't quit despite knowing I would fail. At least even if he won, I would take comfort from knowing I didn't go down without a fight. By now the part of my face pinned on the bed felt like a river from flowing tears.
It happened quickly.
First, his hands tightened on my wrist above my waist and in a flash, he thrust into me from behind so unexpectedly that my scream rocked the four corners of the room, if not the building.
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