She cringed. "Alynia." She corrected him again, even though she knew it was futile to do so. And he was right, there was not a single moral in that corrupted head of his that would make him think twice of using Oberron's weakness against him.

"You're wrong" She stated simply. "Even if you trick my husband, he has guards. He has powerful friends, and alliances." Her voice grew just a bit bolder as she used the term husband on purpose. "Y-you will not be king." Alynia told him with her voice faltering slightly. For a whole three or four seconds, Alynia glared at him. Her nervous breath caught in her lungs, as her eyes immediatly reurned to the quaint table they were sitting at. She couldn't help it. "And you will not be my husband."

With that Alynia steeled her nerves, and drank from the ornate goblet of deep red nectar. For a second as the flavor settled on her tounge it was simply a sweet wine. But it didnt take long for her body to begin to heat up.

Alynia had had Aiwha before. Twice infact, once when Oberron was having a bit if fun with her and once by accident at some sort of banquet up in Avalon. The only thing she could clearly recall from that unintentionally fantastic night was how fast she had pleaded her husband to get out of that dining hall. This was a while ago, when Oberron had forgotten to warn her about the liquor they were having. Since then, Alynia was always weary about Fey beverages. Even now the only one she was able to truly recognize on her own was mead.

The first thing she was sure of, what ever she had swallowed was certainly not mead. It was a good thing that she just had a little, but even such a small gulp made her realize the consequences she would have faced if she had dared to drink more.

Her skin felt hypersensitive, feeling the cool hair against her heated skin. Ian's shirt she had put on felt overwhelmingly suffocating, even though it was a relatively loose shirt. Her breathing was a bit more difficult to manage. 'Oh god, please no...' She was moaning inside her head, 'anything but Aiwha. Let it be any other drink...' But the only thing that could tell her how the strength of the drink was time.

The worst part by far was the recognizable feeling in the pit of her stomach. A small ember of a flame flickering away at her core. Under the table, her bare legs rubbed and squeezed together doing all she could to quell such feelings. She was knawing on her bottom lip hoping Ian wouldn't notice her fidgeting.

She took a deep breath, 'It's not so bad.' She told herself shakily. Alynia glanced up at Ian quickly giving him a shot of her cheeks flushing. "Y-you know I- I can't handle alcohol." She squeaked quietly. Even she knew that no one could get drunk after that much alcohol, and she wasn't drunk yet. Only aroused... She shook her head slightly. Trying to tell herself she wasn't.

Ian decided Alynia was trying to keep the drink away from him so naturally he raises the goblet to his lips taking in his full of poison. "N-no! Don't drink that!" Alynia exclaimed panicked standing up abruptly. Her legs wobbled but it was too late... Was there a chance the drink wouldn't effect him? If not... How was she suppose to keep him away now?

What? After all this time he out to have known her name but Aly was so much shorter. He would use whatever trick that he could if it guaranteed that he would succeed. Oberron might have the experience edge over him, but he could certainly make all that up with the exploitation of such a simple weakness that could turn fatal if exploited at the right time.

He simply grinned at her as if stating that he would do it if it came down to it. Ian never turned aside any particular weakness of a foe before, especially if it were so big like this …

He waged his finger in front of her face. “And how many of them happen to be fey and share the same vulnerability? And those that aren't are no match for us, Aly. Image what the witch is capable of if she was capable of granting me this much power – that's right, you never got to see this power in action. Soon, Aly, soon. And I will be King. You and I both know that I am destined for greater things and the crown is as good as mine, just as you shall be my Queen like It or not,” he chuckled.

With interest Ian watched her drink the wine. She always was a bad liar and he fathomed something was up with the stuff even if he was unsure himself as to what it did. It was hard to tell what effect, if any, it had on her for she was never a big drinker so it might take someone twice as much to get someone else buzzed.

Inwardly she pleaded that it wasn't Aiwha … well, it wasn't exactly but it derived from many of the same ingredients and the effect was pretty much the same beginning with the heat, everything just felt warmer as if the drug worked by telling her mind to strip off unnecessary clothing.

That was stage one. Stage two brought about the increased desire, the liquid heat that coursed though her body, the hardening of her nipples and clit. Then there was the need to be touch, a craving for the things that her mind eroded away her inhibitions …

“Too bad for you … that's all the goblins brought to drink ...” he told her though he was not buying her responses. He noted her flushed cheeks, her fidgiting though she mad no outward complaint about the stuff … his mind ran through the possibilities of what this drink must have been. Some sort of aphrodisiac? He considered for a moment before taking a gulp of it himself. If she could deal with a small bit of it then he could, plus he would know what the beverage was.

He was hit with the explosion nearly at once, trembled and was forced to sit on the stool hear or loose his balance. He gasped, feeling the jolt, the heat that crawled over his flesh, then the grin.

He seemed no worse than she was but an understanding seemed to click with her exclamation. “Oh, Aly, you do care. Now finish your drink, we wouldn't want to waste it. I hear that once it is exposed to air you have to drink it within a day or else it goes bad. This stuff never effected the goblins though so I am surprised that it had an effect unless this bottle was snuck into the others,” he shrugged, “I dunno I don't read fey. Drink up, Aly.

“A toat, to the man that will be King one day soon. No doubt over Oberron's dead body ...”

It was useless telling him that she wouldn't be his wife, no matter how true it was. Ian wouldn't hear a word of it. His confidence blinded him, and there was a nothing she could do about it. Besides, with the small bit of wine in her system it was getting difficult to concentrate. She felt so hot, she was barely wearing anything, just that baggy shirt and a pair of lavender underwear, but still her body was telling her that it was too much. She could feel her body becoming slightly aroused, though not completely at that stage her. Hopefully she would never get there.

At the same time Alynia did not forget her original purpose here. Ian bringing up the witch was a good opportunity to ask about her. It was difficult trying to keep her mind focused on the task, but she tried nontheless. "Why would the witch provide you power if she could just accomplish everything herself?" Alynia did her best to pretend to be curious though she wasnt very successful. Her cheeks were flushed with heat. It was so frustrating! Why did he have to make her drink? And why was this stuff so addictive! Alynia was silently fighting the urge to reach for another sip.

He was meticulously watching he reaction to the beverage, slowing piecing together why she was so eager to keep his goblet away from him. It wasnt poison if she was willing to sample it, the idea about the teeth seemed rather incredulous too. He was Alynia who was struggling to hide her symptoms completely. It would certainly not be in her favor for him to figure out the liquid was an aphrodisiac, but what could she do? She was horrified as Ian decided to hell with it and knocked back a gulp from his cup.

His action caused the girl to yelp in protest, standing up abruptly. Her quick movement was not a smart idea, her mouth opened in a terrified gasp as Ian seemed to be bit with the effects immediatly. He groaned out and trembled at the sudden rush of endorphins into his system, forced to sit down. Alynia slowly sank down in her seat as well, the fear as well as the tiny flicker of arousal in her system caused her breathing to be short and erratic.

Was it Ian's first time drinking this kind of wine? Certainly he drank quite often back in their shadow, then hopefully it would take a lot more until the beverage would really affect him. Alynia was trying to comfort herself, especially because things weren't looking so great for her.

He was grinning, it seemed that he had figured it out. Was it any use trying to tell him that Llynorian wines each affected species differently? "G-goblins can handle more liquor than humans." She told him. "If you drink too much of this it'll... it'll..." Her voice died out again for she couldnt think of another lie. She peered at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to drink anymore.

She shook her head stubbornly. "No, I won't drink any more of this vile drink..." she moaned reluctantly pushing away her goblet. Truthfully she wanted more, her senses craved more of the delicious drink. There was war between her body and mind, she knew what would happen if she drank more, but she wanted it so badly... Alynia's will power could only be so strong. She knew the truth was the only was she could satisfy this thirst was more wine... Or... Alynia's cheeks flared up at the thought. She would never! Not with Ian... Anyone but him!

Alynia stared at the very man with disbelief and confusion. "And certainly I will not toast to my husband's death!" She cried apalled and honestly a bit angry he would even suggest something like that.

She stood up again with the intention get away from that mouth watering liquid. Determinedly she walked to the tent entrance, pushing the flap open to walk out. Her breath caught in her throat as suddenly her eyes were refreshed with the memory of Ian's two large, green, goblin guards. Terrified, she retreated quickly. Alynia was cornered, her mind was frantic, and her body just craved for more wine... There had to be a way out of this.

Alynia took in a shaky breath, trying to organize herself. She couldn't go outside, leaving the wing of protection Ian provided her. There were too many goblins, and they would be on her quicker than a moth finds a flame. Alynia knew it would perhaps be just as dangerous to stay with Ian steadily becoming more intoxicated and her body craving more and more of that poisonous drink.

She crossed her arms infront of her breasts embarressed. The brief exposure to he crisp night air contrasting against her heated skin caused her nipples to harden slightly poking little points in the thin fabric of Ian shirt she was wearing. Alynia did not want Ian to discover her arousal for was humilating how sensitive her body was. Unfortunately for her, the way her shapely legs squeezed together, the way she was shivering so slightly, made her frame of mind rather obvious.

Her back was facing him, for showing Ian her expression was much more embarressing than letting him see her behind scarecly covered in that tight lavender material. "D-don't drink anymore... P-please... You're going to hurt me." She pleaded quietly. Alynia felt guilty, all these years Oberron had told her not to sound so weak, but this was her last resort.

Of course he wouldn't have heard anything to the contrary. They would be wed, there was nothing further to that fact. Just as he ignored calling her Alyina in lieu of Aly it had been as if he had felt entitled by the fact that he was her fiance. He considered things for a moment.

He had not realized initially that the drink was an aphrodisiac though that soon became apparent when he watched Aly for a moment longer. He had no fears if it were, had he fallen for the effects Aly was right here, his future wife … just let her try to push him away this time. Not possible, she used up all her excuses thus far.

“Because the goblins are inept and she took one look at me and had to have me,” he chuckled, “not that I blame her of course. I would want me too.” For the answer she would have to ask the witch herself. Ian just supplied his 'How the fuck should I know' answer to her.

He had suspected what the wine did and took a calculated risk. He gazed at her for a moment as he analyzed the effect that the drink had on Alynia. He had no reason to hold back and something had told him that if she gave into him, if they were both under the effects there was plausible denibility on his part should the witch ever find out he can use the excuse of the wine itself.

“It will what?” Ian grinned. He had worked out the intoxicating beverage for what it was. He smiled at her with that hidden knowledge as he picked up the goblet and swished it back and forth. “Not that I need it but maybe this stuff makes cocks bigger too.” He grinned at her daring her to challenge his thinking as he sniffed the heady beverage once more.

So she was refusing to drink the wine? He narrowed his eyes upon her for a moment given her defiance. “Very well, more for me.” He took another gulp of the wine as he grinned again. He could feel how hot his body was becoming as he gazed at her.

“What do you know, this stuff does make you grow. It's damn good, Aly. It doesn't work on the goblins … I wonder about wargs. Drink or we'll find out that answer Aly ...” he threatened, then grinned. The wargs had intelligence equal to a goblin for the most part, a dim man more or less though like goblins some of them were quite bright. They had their own language and understood goblin, and got along well with goblins …

“Hm, well it's good to know that you won't toast my death when we are wed.” He chuckled. Not if we wed but when, he was so sure of it as he cast anther grin at her.

He chuckled a little when she attempted to storm away as if realizing just where she was. He regarded her with an amused look on his features. He was all too willing to turn her over to the goblins and wargs if she continued to be defiant though before that he had growing needs his shirt already off to quell the insufferable heat that collected against his skin.

Ian had been sipping out of that goblet as she turned back, after he peeled his shirt off.

“Oh, I could never hurt you Aly … the wargs and goblins on the other hand …” he mulled that over in his head. “But this wine has gone to both my heads. I will make you a deal. I will not drink any more if you service me with your lips and do a good job of it. I have to give you your homework leason for when I am King after all.”

Alynia's expression looked pained, she could only watch helplessly as he drank more of the sweet wine. The girl was too timid to finish the sentence she had started, and her lack of ability to defy her fiance was without a doubt in his favor. She felt uncomfortable at his comments and violated by his gaze alone. There was no where to go, inside the tent was a cold-hearted bastard, outside the tent was an army of goblins and wargs prepared to humiliate the poor queen.

She was silent at his threat to hand her over to the wargs. Alynia was pretty sure that wargs would be affected the same way as goblins, meaning not very influenced. The two species were similar in too many ways, her guess seemed reasonable... But was she willing to take the chance? Fearfully, she raised the goblet to her lips once more, and as she swallowed a small gulp of the delicious beverage regret washed over her immediatly. Hopefully this was enough to appease him.

Her body had already felt unnaturally warm and her exposed flesh intensely heated... What on earth made her think it was a good idea to drink more wine? Her body shivered and there was a tension in her core as her eyes lightly hazed over with want. Why did her body have to be so weak and sucspectable to lust?

Alynia was struggling now, somehow Ian had succeeded in instigating a war within her. Her body told her to indulge in her desires, her heart told her to get away to anywhere, to relieve herself with her own hands if she had to, but anywhere save for here. To give herself to anyone except her damned fiancé. This conflict made rational and logic impossible, what she was doing made sense one second and a moment later she was lost.

Even when she stood with the brashly made decision to simply leave, she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to walk out of the tent which would be much like walking straight into a goblin's arms. Alynia hated this feeling of helplessness.

Ian surely knew it was an aphrodisiac after sampling a good deal himself, that much Alynia was sure off. He only laughed at her failed attempt of rebellion and her face flushed with embarresssment. This was the expression he saw when she turned around. A face burning with confusion, innocence, and lust.

Alynia's arms covered her breast because even she could feel her hardened nipples strain against the fabric of his shirt. Her body was begging for relief, but she would not submit to such primal desires... Not if she could help it anyway. In between her thighs, Alynia was positive thag there was wetness. Her knees pressed together in a vain effort to hide her arousal. She couldn't help but look so immensely vulnerable and so embarrassingly exposed.

It wasn't helping that Ian had decided to strip down too, his shirt was discarded revealing that muscular torso that made so many woman swoon. Alynia gulped softly, for it would be so much easier to hate him if he were unattractive (and if she were not intoxicated). He was still drinking too!
Alynia was running out of options...

A part of her wanted to call Corte or Oberron... But if either one of them found her in this state, it would be too obvious that the entire mission would be aborted and Alynia did not want to give Puck another reason to criticize her and she wanted to make Oberron, her real husband proud, but how far was she willing to go for such?

Ian must've thought he was being generous giving Alynia an escpe route of a sort. It disgusted her, but she was considering his offer. "Y-you really won't drink anymore?" Alynia whimpered quietly. It was possible she had forgotten that Ian, unlike Oberron, was not always a man of his word. But steadily she was getting desperate, and naturally Ian did not hesitate to take advantage of that.

She didn't want to mention it, but of course she already realized... Even if she were to satisfy him, what was she going to do about her own booming arousal?

"But.. -ah.." Alynia couldn't stop from letting out a tiny erotic sigh of pleasure. "I-Ian, you know I'm married!" She protested. "I'm married a-and I love him!" Alynia cried as a sudden jolt ran up her spine. "-p-please don't make me choose between my dignity and him..." Alynia pleaded quietly.

Ian made it clear that there was little choice in the matter. She would come to terms that he would be King and she still Queen but his queen and not Oberron's. She might not want to accept that though it was the truth. As it were it was so true that she could either bare with his company or prove that of the goblins outside. The fact that he had drunk more of the aphrodisiac ensured that he had considered that he was confident that she was going to stay even if she made a show for heading to the flap of the tent. He had not even looked off in her direction as she moved that way as if realizing that it was a bluff or that she would realize just how stuck she was here …

He smiled at her as she consumed the draught of liquid. Another sip of that foul liquid. He grinned and while he theorized the beverage wouldn't have worked on the wargs he didn't think that would stop the wargs or goblins from having a little fun with the Queen. He had considered that briefly though he would have to insist on being the first, he had growing urges now that he had finished two thirds of his drink.

He had noted her shiver though Ian thought that he would help her warm up in just a bit though he had noted that her sips had been smaller than his and while he was not yet at the stage of driving her to the bed and pistoning with that soft and warm flesh he realized that her resistances were probably still stronger … then again it took less alcohol to affect her. He looked at her then the goblet as if silently indicating for her to drink more without commanding it.

Ian always took advantage of opportunities and this was one that he had managed to take advantage of the situation that cropped up. He considered what he had surmised, what he had witnessed by observing Aly now. How she wrestled with the decisions that flickered though her head, how she was fighting against the arousing sensations that coursed through her even now.

He had known he had won this game when she looked back at him, that innocence and confusion, that utter helplessness, it was so divine and quiet touching that he had placed her in such a delicious state. She looked so cute like that and he had imaged that head crowned by raven locks tossed back and forth in passion as he thrust into her body, as he took her as she wanted to be taken. He was aware that she did not like him much but he wasn't giving her much of a choice either. Him or the goblins. The goblins or him …

He had made it so he could barely contain his own passions, just barely. The witch could not blame his and nor could Alynia … well she could but not as deeply. He was looking at her, grinning casually and suspecting that her addled brain realized what was happening.

“Promise, Aly.” Knowing that word held so much weight amongst the fey as he push the goblet away as if indicating the sincerity behind his words. He turned his attention back towards her as his eyes swept over her. Her disdain towards him was weakening as he had anticipated. She was at the point now where she was even thinking these things as being rational choices that he was all too aware of her not doing normally. The thought of his power over her caused him to stiffen and get ready for those sweet lips.

“You are promised to me, Aly. Besides he is fey,” here he grinned, Martsen had instructed him well on the basics. He might not be as knowledgeable as she when it came to languages but when it came to general information he was up to speed. He might not be keen on all the specific information though.

“Besides, your husband is fey is he not? So what you are saying is that Oberron would be upset … and here I thought that the fey only grew upset if there were emotional attachments formed. Aly, you do care.”

He mocked at if both insulting and convincing her at the same time.

The entire clan of filthy goblins and wargs? Or her fiancé?The decision, though horrible, wasnt too difficult... at least Ian was only one man. At least he was clean... And at least he wouldn't hurt her. To be entirely truthful, she was not too sure about the last one but certainly it comforted her to think this way, especially about what was to happen next.

Ian had sincerely pushed the goblet away, but there was still a guile grin upon his face. Perhaps in the back of Alynia's mind she knew she shouldn't trust him, but her body was past the point of reason. Oh, goodness she didnt want to. Alynia gnawed on her lip, she hated being reminded of her ridiculous engagement! Did it even count as a promise? So yes, she did agree to the arrangement so to covince her father she would be able to go to college in the first place, but her heart ached for the thought of being with anyone else besides Oberron was too much to handle.

The queen let out a shaky breath, abandoning her ill-fated escape plan. She walked away, hesitantly, from the tent flap back to the small table they had been sitting at. He motioned her to drink more, and Alynia fidgeted before finally giving into what her taste buds wanted. Obeying like a servant she lifted the goblet once more taking a long drink of the wine.

'What are you doing?!' Her mind protested, she knew that this was not a good idea, but it was simply a fact the nectar tasted so heavenly it was addictive. Her body felt warm and tingly, her face flushed with arousal and inner humilation.

Her cup was still more full than empty, but certainly she had enough in her system for Ian to manipulate her the way he wished. Why had it turned out like this? She looked away from Ian painfully, trying not to get distracted from her thoughts by his cat like eyes, sly grin, and lean chiseled torso. Not only was he making her feel as if she were a puppet, but he was making her doubt.

She loved Oberron, there would never again be any doubt of the sort. Her body, her heart, her passions belonged to the true king of Llynoria, and Alynia was sure that would never change... But as she much as she wished it were true, would Oberron be upset if she allowed Ian to have some fun with her? Or was it because of her own sensibilities of wanting still to appear to be a faithful, human wife she was so reluctant? It was so different in this realm.

Not to mention she couldn't think straight as hot and bothered as she was. Her arousal was embarresingly noticeable as she silently cursed herself for this weakness to liquor. So delicious and so sweet, but at such a price.

"Don't be absurd..." She muttered quietly through gritted teeth at the mention of any possibility of emotional attachments between Alynia and Ian. Balling up her fists, she walked infront to face of him. She refused to meet eyes with him but she couldn't help it when her eyes wandered nervously to the bulge in his pants. Slowly, uncertainly, and reluctantly she knelt down before him and angle that would unintentionally give him a vantage point to the valley of her breasts.

The blush reinstated itself onto her face much more intense than before. This was so humiliating as Alynia was fighting her instinct to stand. "Y-you promised... If I do this you won't drink anymore, and y-you won't touch me the rest of the time I'm here?" She stuttered looking up at him fearfully with pleading doe like eyes.

Ian had figured that she was having that very thought right about now as realizing her choices. He was rather confident that she'd make the right one here. She had been a Queen these last few years and thus held herself with a degree of dignity and respect that the goblins weren't going to show her, at least with him it would be over quicker than if she found herself the plaything of these creatures. Of course she could have probably dealt with a good number on her own and certainly with Corte by her side she might be able to deal with the entire camp, she had not seen what he could really do yet if pushed to his limits. With Oberron it was a no brainier that he would win barring dirty tactics like Ian using salt for instance.

But if she were forced to call for aid then the mission would be blown, right?

Whether or not it was really a promise was still up for debate. How would the fey see it? It was an agreement that she did not intend to keep from the beginning so likely they would see it as a broken promise. They were bound by their word if they gave it and many a lying fey was made honest due to it. If they absolutely intended to rip you off then they would not make a promise to behave in an honorable fashion by terms of the contract at least.

Some were real good at doing things outside of promises, using intents and what not. Oberron, she found, could be rather clever and inventive giving his vast array of powers but he tended not to do it too often and even then it was usually reserved to the bedroom.

Ian grinned as she drank but at the same time made it sound dirty as she did so. “That's right Aly, take it all in. Don't spill a single drop, swallow it all, that's a good girl.”

“You didn't drink it all, Aly.” He shook his head as if a little disappointed in that. “But fortunately you've always been such a light weight. You've drunk enough of it I think, and I got a good sense of what this stuff is doing to you about now. I'm unsure if fey beverages have the same effect based on wight and size or that it just affects you after you think so much of it but regardless, I can barely keep it together and we've had about the same amount. Just to be on the safe side, why don't you have another sip, I said I wasn't drinking any more and will have to waste at least half a glass of it …

Those inner demons had been raised of course though if she considered it at the heart of the matter Ian was making her drink this stuff manipulating her mind and body in such a way. He was grinning at her and even if she gave in to her fiance how would it be viewed? Would that be worse or better if she had been made a victim to the entire camp?

Her mind raged through such human insensibilities. Ian seemed to realize that she was caught up in such thoughts but seemed to think that he inner turmoil was so delicious, seeing her hopelessly flail about like she had been tossed over board. He was sitting on the life preserver that could be tossed in those cold waters to save her.

When had he agreed not to touch her? Had he said something or implied something that had her thinking that? He gazed down into her eyes then seeing the fear within but played this as well as he thought he could under the circumstances.

“I am going to drink Aly, I am not going to thirst and drink nothing but no fey drinks, no alcohol while you are my prisoner.” Of course he had seen her gaze falter when discussing personal attachments though, She could deny it all she wanted and could replay the situation as much as she wanted to but there was no denying that she lusted for him, that she wanted to service her new King and wanted to please him, or so Ian read into given his natural cockiness.

“And I will not touch you unless you grab me or something, I cannot be responsible for things beyond my control. But Mr. Hay wishes to play. We can discuss things all night if you like Aly but the offer stands only as long as I do before you have to respond. But take off the shirt, I want to see those tits seeing that I can't touch them”

Alynia sputtered and choked on her wine as Ian made drinking from her goblet sound to be such a sinful activity. But even though a small amount of the red liquid escaped her lips, which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand, Alynia had swallowed enough, perhaps too much from her goblet. Ian seemed briefly disappointed as she wasnt able to finish and be bid her to take another sip, but Alynia knew better. She knew that if she did she would certainly not been able to control herself and to beg to be taken by this man was unthinkable.

Her arousal was booming, her panties unmistakeably wet, her breasts swelled wanting to be played with. Her mind was already made up, and her decision was obvious as Alynia got down on her knees before him. Ian's response was good enough for her, atleast from what she understood with her sex-crazed mind. No alchohol, and no touching her unless she promoted it herself... the only problem was how well was she able to restrain herself?

Alynia's conscious hesitated slightly at his next request, but her hands fumbled to strip herself. She lifted the white shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, releasing those milky orbs. In a way she was relieved because she felt that she was burning up, and given any excuse to get rid of more clothing was heaven to her. Her lovely mounds heaved with her sensual, labored breaths. Each one topped with a perfect pink peak, almost painfully hardened from the sudden exposure to air.

Alynia couldn't bring herself to look at Ian's reaction to all of this... she had posed infront of him in under garments that were probably too skimpy to even be labeled as such. Alynia had taken pictures in swimwear in front of him that she actually had to ask her father not to let that magezine release to the public. But never before has she allowed Ian to see her naked.

The angle he had was perfect to drink in her vulnerability, and Alynia could feel the intensity of his stare. She licked her lips nervously, was she really going to do this? Alynia shuddered.The alcohol in her system urged her on. Her hands went up fumbling with his pants until they were loose enough to jerk down slightly. She reached in, releasing his hardened member.

She tried not to stare, but how could she not with the appendage right in front of her face? He was large and slightly throbbing, perhaps not as thick but it was possible the length even rivaled Oberron's. There was a small portion of her mind that screamed at her to stop, but Alynia's intoxicated mind paid no heed as she lowered her head ontop him, wrapping the tip of his shaft inbetween her soft pink lips.

This was so humilating! So degrading! It was even worse because Alynia could still feel the torrents of pleasure crashing about in the pits of her stomach. Her tounge massaged his head, putting slight preassure on him before slowly her head sank lower and lower. Her lips dragged along his shaft as her tounge ran alongside the underneath. And against all of her morals, all of her dignity she began to bob her head, sucking on him with the same fevor she would have her husband.

Soon, she was deeply immersed in the task that Oberron had taught her so well. Her tounge tried to wrap itself around the entire length as she slurped him up. One of her hands even reached up to fondle his balls, the other tried to massage any part of him that didnt fit into her hot wet cavern. Her body felt so fucking hot and he felt so thick in his mouth. Alynia's breasts strained for his touch and her body begged to be played with, even though her mind was pleading for her to stop. Unfortunately it was fighting a loosing battle.

Ian watched her drink down that wine. “Yeah that's it, drink it all ...” He smiled at her as she realized how dangerous the wine was. He considered for a moment going through all the options in his fiendish mind. He took the goblet of wine from her and set it down on the table along side his as she got down before him.

He could see the effects that the drink was having on her though. But her state was quite arousing to him as she knelt down before him. He was eager to feel the warmth of her lips encasing his stiff prick. For ages he had tried to get her in such a position and while he would have preferred filling her pussy this would definitely do in a pinch. Besides, it was obvious that she would be hard pressed to fight off the aphrodisiac, he just had to be a little more patient.

He marveled as those breasts had been revealed to his watchful eyes. Perfect breasts that he longed to touch, squeeze, lick and suck. He wanted to do all sorts of things to them but tempered such thoughts with patience even if the aphrodisiac he had consumed had been drawing him to do such things.

Yes, he would behave himself against that drug for now at least. He smiled as those tits were revealed to his hungry sight.

“Fucking incredible,” he commented as they were revealed to him.

At the contact of her hand against his hardened length he groaned, his eyes never leaving her's though. He remained transfixed on what she was doing, wanting to see it as his prick, seeming hard enough to cut diamond, had been removed from his pants at that warm touch. Finally his fiance was touching him like this and it did not matter to him that she was drugged. He cared less at that stage as he watched her unleash him as coaxed on by the drug itself.

The contact of her moist lips against him had him groaning out as he eagerly watched her at work. She needed no encouragement to continue though. Keenly he felt that tongue flick against him at all the right places. Clearly Oberron had her well trained for this sort of thing.

Ian wanted more, needed more and reached out to grip the back of her head with a hand but the hand never reached her balling up into a fist and falling away. True to his word so far he cared less at how humiliating this small act was to her as his hips came forth forcing her to take him deeper.

“Fuck! Suck that dick!” He was urgently moving against her in counter with those bobs. His length going deep into her throat, his hands gripping either side of his stool to keep them out of the way and refrain from touching her.

When he came it was with a deep roar. “Oh fuck! Drink it all!” His seed splashed at the back of her throat and while she was finishing up he poured the remainder of his wine into her goblet before looking back at her, a grin on his features as he held out the wine to her.

She had to have been busy with him for at least fifteen minutes. Yes, she had been the best at this than he had previously but how many of those girls could say that they were with an actually fey that had been indoctrinating them in the sexual arts?

“Now wash it down, get that bitter taste out of your mouth.” Ian offered up the wine. Even if he were fey he would get away with the dickish move, he wouldn't drink but he said nothing about her not drinking, And if she refused? Well there were plenty of goblins that could hold her down and force her to drink as well.

Alynia silently blushed at his rather crude comment for she was unused to hearing it so brazenly stated. Never would Oberron use such unrefined language to compliment her so it was embarressing hearing Ian curse and mutter profanities about her. With such words coming out of his mouth, the task of pleasing him certainly wasnt becoming any easier.

His length was rock solid and throbbing. And though he resisted entangling his fingers into her softing hair, it was almost as bad when he began rocking his hips into her face. Alynia gagged. Even though she had such a fantastic teacher when it came to pleasing a man she was reasonably new to taking it so roughly. Save for those times Alynia needed punishment, he Still, he never insisted so eagerly as Ian was currently!

Her lovely lavender panties were soaked through at this point. Alynia's arousal was evident and obvious and there was absolutely nothing she could do to hide it from Ian. All these years, she was finally sucking him off. Even Alynia knew he had wanted this for quite some time and he did not hesitate to real his reward thrusting in and of of her at a ferocious pace.

She couldn't even call out, for her mouth was completely occupied with his meat. The only thing Alynia could do was to open wide and allow him to keep ramming himself into her. She placed her hands on his knees uselessly trying to tell him slow up a bit, to be gentle with her. Naturally Ian paid no heed as he slammed away groaning out vulgar encouragements. It was downright abuse the way he shoved himself deep within her throat. Muffled whimpers could be heard from the poor girl on her knees accepting him to the root. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face was contorted in an expression of agony.

She was shifting from knee to knee too, could it be that such horrid treatment was actually.. turning her on? Alynia had no time to mentally defend herself as suddenly Ian snapped his hips foward, lodging himself deep within her throat. His member, throbbing and twitching, was imbedded at its deepest zenith as his semen exploded into her.

Alynia heard him, but really she had no choice but to swallow as torrents on the salty, sticky, mess rushed down her throat. If she had tried to reject his seed, there was a good chance she might have choked. Her taste buds had already been tainted with the taste of his precum, but his essence had a much stronger flavor. Salty, bitter very much unlike the sweet taste of her fey King.

Alynia made sure to suck him dry and to make sure not a drop would be wasted. At first when Alynia was learning to service Oberron she was rather sloppy, but with one she learned to completely swallow even his most impressive loads. It was much more difficult with such a foriegn tasting fluid, but Alynia managed. She continued to lick and suck Ian's sensitive shaft even after the last of his release had subsided hoping that she had done enough to please him.

She hadn't though. Alynia released him from her abused lips with relief, a gasp of much needed oxygen flooding her lung. Her breathing was much more difficult as her body worked to maintain a steady air intake. Those bare breasts quivered with her erratic breathing.

Then Ian presented her with that newly filled goblet. Alynia stared at it with shock, in complete disbelief that he wasn't done with her yet! This had to be some joke! Alynia, who was on her knees fell back desperately trying to get away from the wine. She was on her back, but even then she was trying to distance herself from her poison.

"I-Ian!" She pleaded, "N-no! Pleas- y-you know I can't drink that stuff!" She couldn't drink more, she couldn't! Alynia's body was already so heated, her sex was already slick with nectar. Any more and she would go insane! She was rather desperate at this point, and she didnt even know the consequence of not obeying him yet! "Please don't make me..." She cried.

Alynia looked so helpless before him, splayed out practically naked infront of him. Her innocent brown eyes were begging him now. It had been years since Alynia felt this humiliated and this ashamed, for what would Oberron think if he saw her in such a state before another man?

Ian was crude for certain but there was no way that Alynia was going to be able to close her eyes and imagine that this had intend been her king. He was too different ant that much was certain as she received him into her mouth. Even the very taste of him had been different, more of a bitter acidic taste opposed to the fruity taste of a fey's essence she would soon find. The stark differences between fey and human that had he recounting her first time with Oberron, how it didn't hurt and knowing that if it were Ian it most certainly would have had. She doubted that he would have been a patient or compassionate lover.

He was rougher with her but he was not her king. He heard her gag but did not care enough to stop, this pressure against him had been so sublime that he did not stop. She would get use to it, or not, did it really matter?

“Yeah, it's fucking big, take it all.” he groaned as he felt those lips pressed against him as he drove his hips up to meet her face. Her attempts to stop him had been feeble at best, he wanting this for so long and with the aphrodisiac clouding his mind he would not have stopped even if for some reason he had wanted to.

He emptied himself into that vessel, spraying the back of her throat when he finally came undone. He gasped, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at the erotic sight of his fiance with his dick lodged in her mouth. The way she shifted as if she were in need of something greater and it was obvious to his mind anyway that she enjoyed sucking his dick. He didn't blame her, if he were she that would be the ultimate honor.

Lick clean he commented her on her skills. He still throbbed and with each throb more of his filled her mouth until his balls produced no more of that essence.

Ian did not seem to care as she floundered back. “Can't or won't. There's a big difference there.” He chuckled a little as he watched her, more intent on seeing the rise and fall of those gorgeous tits then anything else. Her refusal to drink did not surprise him, however. He had been expecting it and he knew that she was at her wits end already.

He got up on wobbly legs but gained his composure as he moved past her to the flap of the tent fetching the two burly guards there and another goblin. He gave the goblet over to the third then instructed the trio.

“Make her drink this.”

The goblins moved to comply with the commands as they feasted their gaze upon the prone woman. She was indeed an ugly one, too close to the beauty of the fey for them to bat an eye at but they were goblins, very opportunist ones at that which wouldn't mind raping her if only to degrade her.

If she did not do something, if she did not resist or call for help in some fashion it was only inevitable that the larger goblins would seek to pin her down while the smaller poured the wine into her mouth, as much of it that would not spill out at least and clamp her jaw shut until she indeed swallowed. If she refused it would pinch her nose cutting her ability to breath until she complied with his wishes where he would release her hands and allow her to breath then depart with the larger goblins one the task had been accomplished the smaller giving the empty goblet to Ian before he would leave the two humans to their own devices.

Alynia was blushing beet red at his language, she did not want his compliments and there was no way she would ever give him any in return. Still, Alynia could not deny his size. She tried to cry out in protest, but Ian would not give her the chance relentless in jamming his thick shaft into her tight mouth.

Alynia swallowed everything he had to give her, and even worked to clean him when he was done, licking his rod around the sides for a final time. Her mouth felt a bit sore from being so brutally stretched out, her hands were shaky as they tried to assist in balancing herself and steadying her actions.

He tasted repulsive, and at this point Alynia couldn't help but long for Oberron. The sweet way he tasted, as well as his gentle touch. The way he would bid her to stand, and how he would not hesitate to land soft kisses on every inch of her skin before making passionate love to her. But no, the grinning man before her was not her King, and Alynia could only pray that he would never be.

Alynia was frightened how Ian would take her reply, and her fear was entirely justified. She whimpered as her eyes were wide and fearful. That innocent expression completely contradicted what she just did. Ian actually seemed to take delight in her meek terrified glance. He chuckled, his eyes taking in what had been hidden from him for so long. And surely her body did not disappoint either. It was as if he wanted her to be reluctant, making her submit would be so much more sweet.

Her reactions seemed to amuse him, entertain him like she was some kind of doll... The way his eyes traced along the shapely contours of her body made her feel suddenly even more exposed. Alynia made a movement to shield herself, covering her exposed mounds with an arm. But as soon as she did Ian stood. The girl shrank back, worried that he was going to strike her for not drinking or something of the sort.

But what he did was perhaps worse as he walked straight to the flap of the tent calling for a few goblins. Alynia's eyes brimmed with tears of panic! Sh-she did not want to be raped! "W-wait! Ian- d-don't!" She screamed pulling herself to a sitting position as three goblins, two burly and large and the other more or so average filed into the tent.

Their beady eyes did not falter to stare at the queen in such a shameful state. Alynia's pride felt shattered, her hopes crushed. At this point she might have been too humiliated to even let Corte or Oberron to see her like this.

She fought bitterly against Ian's command. With difficultly the burly goblins seized her flailing arms securing her in place. The smaller goblin had the even more difficult job of feeding her. Her lips pressed together defiantly until the small one had the idea of pinching her nose, cutting off her oxygen until she had no choice but to gasp for air. As soon as she did the devil creature poured the poison wine into her lips.

Alynia sputtered and choked, but she knew defeat when she saw it. The goblin was sloppy, and much of the wine escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin dripping onto her chest. Still, the majority of the cup was swallowed, and Alynia immediatly felt he consequences. There was fire now, a roaring fire of lust burning in her core. Her skin felt hypersensitive, and her breasts swelled begging for contact. The wetness of her flower had soaked through her useless underwear now wetting her thighs aswell.

Thankfully the goblins left after she had drank, but not without taking her dignity and leaving the girl a quivering mess lying on the floor. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned with pleasure at the electricity running through her. Her hands clutched herself tightly as she shivered, degraded to this pitiful form. Her knees squeezed together uselessly, by this only made her needs worse. She had been forced to swallow about half a bottle of wine, and Alynia knew she was easily effected by liquor.

The girl whined and whimpered, agonizing erotic sounds blessed her fiance's ears. She was desperate now, and in he back of her brainwashed mind Alynia knew there was only one way to negate the effects of the drink. Her lips parted in raspy suggestive puffs of air. Alynia's lust hazed eyes blinked open as she looked at him. Her expression was impossibly erotic, pleading him to do who knows what. Those same eyes, so large and innocent, were so conflicted and so needy was her expression. She moaned out to him, unable to think clearly to formulate words.

She was no longer capable of begging him to stay away. 'Forgive me Oberron...' She whined pitifully in her head.

Ian did not care for her praise, he knew she liked it, at least his mind told him that. Even if she did not say it he knew full well that she loved the taste of his cock in her mouth, the pre-cum that dribbled on her tongue or the cum that splashed against the back of her throat. And she might not have wanted his praise but his future queen was shy and needed a bit of encouragement from time to time.

Ian was not her King and he made it clear that he wasn't. Soon of course. He was giving her a sneak peak into some of the things that they would be doing. He was not gentle. He was not the “good” king.

Oberron he was not.

Indeed he enjoyed this meekness, this helplessness that would serve to break her down. Even before taking some of that aphrodisiac his aim had to be to bed her on this evening. Away from his Shadow and his laws there was nothing to fear by doing it.

Oberron? He was a joke. If he were so powerful then where was he now? He clearly could not protect Aly as he could and so he did not deserve her not that he would want her once her broken promise had been revealed.

So sweet, Ian grinned at her as he regarded her. So sweet … the aphrodisiac made this convenient, made this easier but they were to be wed, she was no longer a virgin and could not hope to keep him at bay with that excuse any longer so he basked in this moment.

“Really, Aly, I asked you nicely. You refused.” He chuckled as the goblins entered the tent. Her abject terror was realized by him and he considered the fact that she had seemed afraid of the goblins or perhaps the threat that they had implied. He stored this little tid bit into the back of his mind as he smile at her watching as the trio of goblins neared.

He watched the goblins wrestle with her, she put up a valiant fight but in the end it did her no good. Essentially it was two against one with the third only their to force the aphrodisiac upon her though he took note of her struggles too as she fought against the larger goblins.

Ian was grinning as those sounds reached his ears though he was not finished with his fiance yet. There was still a lesson that he would have to teach her in all this and now she was ready to learn it. It might have been induced by the drug but admitting her need would be bad enough.

He had judged how much of that wine she had and he calculated how long it lasted. He had no idea … the goblin's were unaffected by it and would have no clue he thought leaving it up to the witch to tell him.

Ian realized that she was not a strong drinker and was struggling again the meager portions she drank before having the goblins force it upon her. He assessed using alcohol in his own Shadow. A night was a good guess though he wondered if it had a hang over effect that he was unsure of.

Walking over to her prone body he freely roamed his eyes upon her flushed body. He knelt along side her, that same grin on his lips. “I'd love to help you, Aly but we had a deal. You can use the bed in the corner.”

He then stood and turned as if to go as he turned in the direction of the tent flap ...

He was cruel, relentless with shoving himself into her lips. Alynia did the best she could, not because she wished to pleasure him, but because she was hoping perhaps if she was good enough he would be satisfied. She was hopeful, but truthfully this was never the case.

She gulped down his vile seed, swallowing the last salty drop with difficultly, but Alynia managed. The only issue was that Ian probably mistook her compliance as if she enjoyed the task. Alynia released him after she was pretty sure she had finished, she looked up at him with a meek expression as her chest rose and fell with every shaky, shameful breath. Her eyes scanned him shyly, hoping to find a sign that he was finished.

Though she couldn’t tell if she had done an adequate enough job to please him, she could at least tell he was happy. Upon his features, an arrogant grin as if he had been sure that she would have done this all along.

Alynia perhaps was still innocent enough to think he’d be sated with her lips, but she was sorely wrong. It dawned her mind that Ian’s only wish was to have her begging at his feet, but the thought did not last as she tussled with the hefty green goblins who forced the rest of the wine down her aching throat.

And finally he had her, a shivering quaking mess of a girl. Moaning quietly simply at the feeling of air brushing against her soft, creamy, hypersensitive skin. The goblins had exited, and all that was left was the suffering queen, and the fiancé of her past life.

She whined pitifully as he leaned down besides her. Alynia’s brown eyes, originally closed in agonizing bliss at the arousal spiking through her body, fluttered open. How impossibly erotic her expression, the dissonance between her innocent appeal and this heated appearance was delicious and raw.

Alynia had known in the back of her mind he would do this, use her very words against her. She gritted her teeth as he stood up and turned to leave. Her eyes helpless, begging him to stay but it took the rest of her willpower to convince her not to plead to him. After being with Oberron for so long, it would have been not only humiliating but utterly disgraceful of her to beg. For this was the single thing she had told Oberron she would save for him. He had never forbidden her to have another… but she would not beg for anyone but him. Alynia was no longer as submissive as she once had been.

So with the final sap of her strength, Alynia did all that she could to hold back those groans for those final seconds and she let Ian leave.

But as soon as he was out of the tent, Alynia had crawled into the very bed he had mocked her with. Her body entangled in the thin sheets that were already there, a thin sheen of sweat had covered her form. The tent was lit with a single small, what Alynia had no mind to assume, magical lamp. Just enough light to write, read, and see clearly the form of the shuddering girl on the bed.

On hand grabbed at her teats roughly, kneading them with desperation. The other hand was doing it’s best to work at her core. Two fingers jabbed inside her dripping slit, thrusting in and out with fervor. Her raven hair surrounded her head as she moaned and whimpered wanting, no needing release so desperately.

Alynia was bad at pleasuring herself, it was simply that. The girl never knew what she truly wanted, and for so many years had depended on Oberron for giving her exactly that. It was the stark truth that the king knew her body better than her own. Alynia’s delicate fingers pinched at her engorged clit briefly, before hastily dipping back with in her.

This wouldn’t do, she needed something thicker… something harder... by now she was truly regretting turning Ian away.