But there was no sated look to his eyes when she had finished swallowing down that vile seed. Thus far he had kept to his agreement though not being fey it really did not matter if he kept his word or not. With Alynia living in this world for as long as she had he had reasoned that she would be so use to believing people when they gave their word.

And why would he doubt that she would be sucking his off? He knew that she wanted to all this time. It was good but not worth the wait. She had pressed him off for far too long but now there was none of this shaving it for marriage shit which he only put up with because he was well distracted on the side with his various “fans” and the fact that he knew he would eventually have here. It was not that he was insanely patient, he wasn't, though if she was not going to put out there were others that would. He never considered that she had a problem with the arranged marriage.

He wanted her to beg, to whine, that would be a change to the norm and while he never begged her he had often tried to persuade her …

They were soon left alone as the goblins entered the scene only long enough to force the drought down her throat giving her no choice in the matter.

He was surprised by her will. She managed to hold on as he left her quivering there on the floor of the tent though he was not gone for long. He was determined to have her that evening and while he had no compunctions against raping her thoroughly to remind her of her place and that promise she had obeyed to up hold there had been another opportunity her with the wine that had been presented in all this.

His first order of business had been simple. Acquire more wine. It was everywhere throughout the camp. They had stolen it from the same caravan and he looked at the label. He could not remember if they were identical or not but the labels were the same he surmised.

Next he ordered two goblins to enter the tent. In her addled state it did not take much for them to restrain the queen and secure her with ropes to that very bed. Each limb stretchered out in a different direction so that she appeared to be a star fish laying out amongst the sheets.

She was left in that state for a good half hour, letting the drug wash over her senses when at the end of that time another goblin entered and forced her to drink out of the second bottle, though the first had been enough.

What Ian had thought was the same wine with a different flavor had been something totally different. Fortunately it had not been more than an euphoric blend that washed over her tongue. Aly Brandy. She recognized the taste and while by itself had not been so arousing that it's effects were easy enough to shrug off.

She did not know what the stuff was called but once at the dwarfs when it was apparent that she enjoyed the fruitier drinks of the fey some gave her this and it was dubbed Aly Brandy ever since.

So when Ian returned a short time later he ignored her as he looked at the script again on the bottle of wine, or rather half a bottle at this stage. He saw the stark desperation on Alynia as he flicked his gaze in the direction of the near naked girl.

“Old times, Aly … I almost forgot that you were a prisoner and needed to be restrained.” Not that he felt she was going anywhere in a camp of goblins mind you. “So, could I get you anything to make you more comfortable?” He teased knowing full well that the drought had to be overwhelming.

Trying to get herself off in the very bed Ian slept in was humiliating in its own right. But Alynia didnt care, by gods she needed this. Her body craved release so despreately. She was splayed out on her back, those scanty panties pushed to the side, her dainty fingers thrusting deep into her wet core.

Her head was canted back and her back arched up trying to grind herself onto her own hand. Her eyes squeezed shut, Alynia's teeth gritted in agony and shame. She was doing everything she could to suppress those erotic mewls rolling from her tounge. She couldn't do much about it though. Even as she tried to knaw on her lip, her cries rang about the tent. A hand grabbed at her mounds, trying in vain to imitate the magic she felt when Oberron touched her.

"Gnhaa~" her groans were breathy and frustrated, as her hands could not bring the relief she sought... Not soon enough atleast. Her fingers were stained with her nectar, her passage was slick and so ready. The way she writhed and squealed when she pressed against her own button was enough to make any man want her as their own. Little did Alynia know she was making this so much worse for her, making her body so much more sensitive, making her mind so much more crazed with lust.

It didnt feel like a long time when suddenly two more goblins strode into the tent, catching the poor queen in such a humilating state. Even more so than when she was on her knees before Ian. She fought back as they restrained her limbs, first her flailing arms, then her kicking legs, but she was weak. Her body refused to obey and because of her drugged state she was bound to the bed.

Her swollen breasts heaved with her apprehensive breaths. Alynia tugged against the rough rope, but even she knew it was useless. Tears welled up on the rim of her eyes, it was so frustrating. She was just so aroused, so angry, and so vulnerable. The way her limbs were tied to each bed post was just too exposing for her to deal with. Alynia tried to rub her thighs together, she tried shifting her hips. There was absoltely nothing she could do to quench that thirst, that heat that burned like embers in her core.

If course, her next visitor, another goblin did not make her feel any more comfortable. At first Alnia caught adamently against the drink, channelling her arousal into aggression with not much success. Her head thrashed this way and that trying to avoid the wine, she knew if she was to be any more aroused than she was she was going to go insane. But when the goblin succeeded in getting enough past her lips for her to taste it, she seemed much more compliant if not defeated. Alynia knew that thins was not Aiwha, or any form of that poison. Was it a good idea to drink more alchohol? Of course not. But what choice did she have at this point. So Alynia was obedian, drinking the last drops of the nutty fruity wine forced upon her.

When the last of it gone, Alynia's mind feeling more buzzed, her thighs still splayed open and soaked, the goblin left. Afterwards It might have only taken half an hour or so for Ian's curiosity to peak again, but that time period for Alynia was an eternity. Not even her husband would do this, denying her after she had drank half a bottle of an aphrodisiac. Ian was smug as he saw her. Alynia's angelic features had only a hint of defiance, the resr of her desperate with need.

Alynia blushed at his words, even though this certainly was not a time to be bashful. Her eyes closed in defeat. "I-Ian..." She breathed out obviously struggling.

"P-ple...-" her voice trailed off and died, but she had no other option but to try again. "Pl-please, untie me..." She pleaded softly, her beautiful face burned with shame. "I- I know what y-you want from me..." She squeaked out her voice quivering with fear. Alynia didn't want to explicitly state what it was the Ian wanted, but being naked tied to his bed, it wasnt hard to assume. The girl might have looked so innocent, but she had matured, however slightly too. "I-I won't fight back anymore..." She pleaded, "So please untie me..."

"I- don't think I can take it too much longer..." She moaned quietly. Her words weren't suppose to be erotic, but there was always that sexual quality when a girl submitted as she was. Her words were vauge because she was humiliated. Never in her life did she think she would be in a situation like this.

The pair of goblins captured her humiliation. She was rather … busy …. though goblins had little sense of privacy and this was no strange situation for them to be walking in on. Goblins were prone to having sex with one another while in the same room with one another, or masturbating. This was only new in that the Queen was alone.

But that did not disturb them. Nor did they really grow excited. If she were another goblin then maybe but she was rather repulsive in their eyes so they paid her little mind. They had orders to carry out and diligently carried out their orders to the fullest.

In her drugged state they were able to easily over power her. Gone was the fevered strength that she used to resist last time for such an advanced heightened state had weakened her against the pair that had restrained her thoroughly.

Ian had to have known, had to give her just enough time to appreciate those fingers against her heated sex to long for them now as she was restrained to the bed post. She had been left there to the intoxicating devices of the Aiwha.

Soon after they had left her there another goblin arrived capturing her shame as she was tied to the bed. He forced the drink into her lips, forcing her to drink. While it was not Aiwha it was still alcohol that had been forced into her belly.

The taste was both fruity and warm sweeping over her tongue before making it's way into her stomach. After his task was complete the goblin grinned at her as he left the Queen, stopping only to set the empty bottle of wine on the table. A quarter of the wine had been wasted with her struggles but the majority had bypassed her lips.

The aphrodisiac and the wine played against one another as she was left their, restrained to the bed and even unable to reach her earrings to summon help at this stage. She was too far in and while she could rub the jewel on the ring that could transport her to Oberron's side she knew that it didn't work if the two were on the same Shadow and Oberron was on the same Shadow as she as far as she knew. She was stuck and alone captured in this moment of shame.

“Yes?” There was a certain tone to his voice though he knew exactly why she was uttering his name then and there. He looked at her near nakedness as he walked closer to the side of the bed. It was as if he were waiting for something.

He gazed at her sharply, his eyes drifted as he took in that alarming weapon of her body but there was a coldness in him that made it so he did not succumb not yet.

“You have no idea what I want Aly. You are a prisoner, do you expect me to just release you from your restraints because we have shared history together? So that you can effect an escape just because you said please?”

Ian grinned. “We made an agreement that I would not touch you unless you touched me first. Of course restrained as you are you cannot do that, can you?" Ian chuckled a little.

“But, perhaps I can be persuaded in letting you free if you tell me what it is that you're submitting too. I never did have much of an imagination.” He chided though the last of course was a bold faced lie it was clear that he was not letting her off easy.

Alynia looked at him helplessly, how could he torment her like this when she was already reduced to so much shame. She was a married woman for crying out loud! But of course, Alynia should have known better for Ian wanted her to plead and beg for him. What to him seemed like a fitting consequence for denying him this for so long.

Alynia whimpered weakly as she could practically feel his eyes dragging up and down her radiant skin. She had to remember that Ian was just as effected at least just as much so by the wine he had forced her to swallow earlier, the actual aphrodisiac. Oh, but to concentrate on anything else other than the heat and desire her body exuded was too much for her frazzled mind.

The way his voice sounded was just plain cruel, how nonchalant and casual his approach was to his suffering prisoner. Ian was waiting for her to say something Alynia was trying dspreately so hard not to say, but the girl was fighting a loosing war.

Her pearly teeth grinded against eachother in agony, her hands tugged on those ropes desperately needing a certain kind of attention down below that currently she couldn't even provide herself. The way he was using her own words against her was torturing her.

The only thing more obvious than his plans for the girl could only be what he wanted her to say. His blatant lies, his persistency made it all the worse. Alynia tossed her head back slightly letting out a tiny whine of frustration, he really was going to make her way it wasnt he?

"A-ah~" she sighed sharply as her legs quivered and buckled. Long before any words cleared the threshold of her lips, it was so obvious her body was craving his touch, begging to be underneath him, and to be pounded into that very mattress until she was seeing stars.

Her humilation burned before her eyes and her shame rolled off of her tounge, already tainted with the previous taste of his essence. Alynia's breasts strained for the warmth of his passion, the strength of his touch. Ian's features were sharp, his lips in a taunting grin, his eyes trailing perverted lines all over her.

As much as he wanted to convince himself that what laid before him, wet and needy, was his own right to claim. And as much as Alynia wanted to defy him, and declare herself Oberron's until her throat was too dry to pledge herself anymore, there was an obvious air over the room that signified Alynia's defeat.

Her eyes closed, giving into those carnal pleasures. Waves and waves of arousal were crashing full force upon her now. Her head tilted back, offering up her chest, her nape. Anything he wanted...

"Ian- J-just have me already!" She cried out desperately. Her cheeks flushed with humilation, her expression so wonderfully conflicted between what she wanted and what was right. "I want t-this so badly..." Alynia panted erotically. "I can't think straight, I'm so wet!" She whined.

Alynia must've sounded like such a slut, she felt horrible saying such things, but as soon as she started she couldn't stop. What would her husband think? His queen reduced to a wanton whore.

"I w-want you to f-f..." Her voice trailed off. "F-fuck me Ian... I need to c-cum s-o badly..." She begged in a barely audible voice.

It was obvious she was ashamed of saying anything of such language. Her words clashed with all of her features, her innocent appeal contradicted to everything she was telling him. It felt so embarressing, why did he wish to humiliate her like so?

Indeed he was barely keeping it together, barely. He was eying her with need, with want but so far he had shown remarkable restraint. His will power it seemed drove him to greater heights. He was use to getting what he desired and was keeping it together through sheer force of will at this stage.

No doubt his larger size and the fact that he had drunk about half as much of the aphrodisiac as she factored into the equation as well. He grinned down at her restrained form wolfishly though he indeed wanted sex he had to force himself to remain focused for the very matter that he wanted.

She looked so helpless there before him, restrained in such a fashion he only grinned down at her with a familiar glint in his eye that told her that he was up to no good.

He could see the agony of her aroused state, her flushed features, how she wished to be touched below but was now powerless to quell that itch that formed between her thighs. The peaks of her her nipples were erect and prominent as they jutted out towards the sky begging to be touched, to be suckled and squeezed.

It was so hard for her to utter those words, so damn hard as he was right now and she must have thought that was all that he was truly after, that confession as he sat down on the edge of the bed, turned and crawled over her still careful not to touch, a hand resting either side of her head.

“Come on, you can do better than that. Unless you don't want to be fucked. Beside a promise is a promise I said I would not touch you unless you touched me.” He had made it easier on her to touch his now. A lift of her hips, the arc of her back, the stretching of her neck as he tries to keep his body apart from hers though he can only do so much. He is too close to keep apart from her for long before she would be able to make some contact with him in some fashion despite his efforts, that was if she were diligent he certainly did not wish to make this easy for her.

“So you still wish to? Alright, show me how much you want this.” Here he grinned for there was something else that he was after, something that acquired her to be in such a state as this.

“Tell me it was a mistake. Your marriage to Oberron.” And here his grin deepened. He was uncertain how the fey would view it but he doubted that there would be any differences to them. A promise was a promise whether drunk or sober after all and to hedge out loop holes the fey must have considered it in the past.

“Promise me at the end of the season that you will not renew your vows. Promise that you will fulfill the initial promise and make me your husband.” He laughed a bit, his eyes darted to the half bottle of aphrodisiac noting he still had more of the stuff if need be. He also had three more full bottles in his chest of goodies.

The unspoken threat was there and if she had touched him in want that would free him up to touch her back even if it were not as she intended. Even if it were to force feed her more of that aphrodisiac if need be.

Ian wondered how much she could drink before passing out, how long the effects would linger once she woke back up. All answers that he might find out in short order. He expected her to be stubborn, to resist, to try to at least. Her will against the will of the drug. Which would wine out in the end?

Alynia tried but couldn’t away from him as he climbed over her, caging her in so she would have no where to look save for at him. He hovered over her tauntingly, daring her to touch him. Her body trembled beneath him, this was torture as her head tried to turn away from his gaze.

Her breasts were heaving with her deep erotic breaths, her hair splayed around her head just as he had pictured before. The red tint on her cheeks was embarrassment, but without a doubt arousal too. Her panties were remarkably wet, but there was no way for her to satisfy any of her want. Alynia needed release, but she was afraid of how far her body was willing to go for it.

She had already said something so humiliating, so shameful what more did he want from her? Soft whimpering sounds tumbled from her lips at his words. She couldn’t help it as her hips rocked against the bed. Alynia gnawed at her lip as he requested her to show him how horny she was. Another blow job perhaps, did he mean for her to beg more? No he did not. Alynia’s eyes widened slightly at his command.

Renounce Oberron? She c-couldn’t! Alynia watched as his smirk grew a bit bigger at her helpless expression. How often did he ever see her like this? So vulnerable and so eager for what he could provide.

“N-no! Y-you know I couldn’t say that…” she stuttered vehemently with a groan. “Pl-please Ian, not now…” she pleaded helplessly. Alynia couldn’t stop herself as her wriggling hips bucked into his slightly. She moaned at such minimal contact. “J-just fuck me.” she begged with a desperate expression. “I want you so badly!” she was crying out but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t promise Ian such things.

Her eyes failed to follow his to the half full bottle of Aiwha on the table, not the sweet gnomish drink that goblin had fed her. This bottle was the wine that the pair had not finished earlier.

There were tears in her eyes simply at the thought; she loved her husband, her king. This was undoubtable. But her body screamed for Ian’s touch. Her breasts shoved toward him needily. “Haven’t you w-waited long enough f-for this?” she gasped out trying to tempt him. “D-didn’t you always want me like this?” she sighed in a way that was so intentionally erotic. She bucked her hips up sharply, absorbed in her goal to seduce him and briefly forgetting her promise about contact. Her pelvis grinded against his erection briefly as she squealed softly, surely Ian knew he could get her to be louder than that.

Ian could smell her arousal. He could see the effects of her arousal stained on her cheeks, that red tint that called to him, told him that this went beyond her sensibilities. Those pink nipples stood out, proud peaks for him to play with in time.

Ian was delighting in this torture, this sweet surrender that had swept over her. He teased her with such closeness, tempted her by remaining so devilishly close to her as he pulled back as best as he could until she grazed him giving him the green light to to whatever he wished now.

After all he said he would not tough her unless touched first. He could see her hopelessness, that heat that swam over her. That need that her body possessed.

It took great will power for Ian to resist caving into his desires though. He had long to get her into a similar situation and while he did not have all the time in the world as he had to return her to the witch he did have all night. Clearly the witch couldn't complain too badly if he delayed in departing a day or so.

Then again she might chastise him about the dangers, not that he couldn't lick a few pansy elves if they indeed came after him.

She pleaded with him though. Not know, not like this. She begged him and he grinned, the grin getting deeper as he shook his head from side to side. “You love him that much? You will betray him though. You know you want to and you will make that promise to me, Aly.”

He seized her by the cheek and chin glaring down at her. “After all, you were promised to me first.”

But he would not be swayed by her body even if he just wanted to fuck her relentless. She wanted it alright but even so he climbed off the bed. Reaching down he brought his hands down as he was free to do so now his fingers skimming over those gorgeous breasts as he squeezed the soft warm flesh in the palms of his hand.

“So nice.” He had ignored the fact that she was so lewd, that she was pleading and that she wanted this, needed this. She was attempting to goad him, he recognized that as it were though he was quick in getting off of here. He smiled though.

“You will find that there is a lot that I can do, Aly.” He smiled as he gazed down at her. So defeated he could tell that she only needed a little shove. She was so ready even if she was still trying to deny him.

Making his way back over to the table he casually picks up the remainder of the Aiwha wine. [color=#80FFFF]“I don't think I'll fuck you, not just yet. You made me wait long enough where I've gotten good at not knowing what you had anyway. Of course that was when you were still a virgin and didn't know what you were doing. I doubt Oberron trained you to a satisfactory level though.”[/color] He sighed at missing out on that aspect of her training.

He topped her again setting his gaze downward as he smiled. He took her words in stride though and shook his head back and forth. He felt her squirm beneath him as her hips rise, as she pleads.

“What would the sense of that be if I couldn't prove how true my words are? Now ...” He forced more of that wine down her throat. “If you really want to get fucked you'll say it. Come on Aly, promise it.” He grinned at her, then let out a malicious laugh.

Alynia shook her head weakly, and tried to protest but it was easy to tell she was struggling. Her heart rate was racing, her head was throbbing with unsated lust. Her body screamed for the satisfaction she knew Ian could provide for her, but her heart begged her not to. It was all to obvious that if Alynia pledged herself with her own words to Ian, he would hold her to them.

"I-I do love him!" Alynia exclaimed, but her words had to have meant less than nothing to Ian as she was practically naked beneath him. She said nothing in response to his prediction though because Alynia knew that she was loosing. Especially as his hand first gripped her face, forcing her to look at him... Without a doubt he was being serious about his demands.

She let a soft moan of frustration, and perhaps even disappointment as Ian climbed off of her. Now that he could touch her, Alynia was hoping he would snap but her fiancé was a lot more patient than she had given him credit for. He first took the liberty of allowing his hands to explore her bound and vulnerable form.

"A-ah!" A sharp small cry sounded in his ears at such a simple touch to her sensitive chest. Her back arched suggestively as he briefly fondled her soft hills that was coated with spilt wine. Her head tilted back as she whimpered, longing for more of his touch.

She wet her lips at his words, the heat of her core was beginning to get unbearable. Alynia watched helplessly as he strode over to the table picking the bottle of half finished wine. She had lost, even Alynia could see it now. She felt so helpless and weak before him.

Alynia had always considered herself as someone who was empathetic, but tears never came easy to her. Before she had met Oberron, her sweet loving Oberron, Alynia was an expert at hiding her emotions. But she was crying now as Ian approached her again with the bottle in hand.

His comments were rude and vulgar, but inevitably made her think back to Oberron's lessons in the first place. Not to beg to someone else. There weren't many rules when it came to thier relationship, but this was one of them. Alynia's tears were tears of shame, she did not understand how she could want and not want something so badly at the same time. At least she wasn't a virgin, at least she had given her chastity to the one who mattered more.

Her mind was thrown back from thoughts of her king to her present situation as Ian mounted her once more. She wriggled trying to get more comfortable, her hands tried to wrench free one last time, but the only thing she succeeded in doing was creating friction between the two. "No more wine..." She whispered feebly, but Alynia already knew he was not going to stop.

She tried to thrash, avoid the drink at all costs but she failed. Alynia was too weak, too aroused to fight back at all. Ian forced her to drink directly from the bottle as he taunted and teased her with that cruel and heartless laugh.

The effects slammed into the defenseless girl with the force of a train. As he removed he bottle from her lips, Alynia couldn't help it anymore. She hated him, she truly loathed and despised him, but there was nothing she could do to ignore the carnal need she had. She could feel how impossibly wet she was, her firm ripe breasts swelled for his contact, and her nipples engorged and prominent beckoning to be played with.

"I'll marry you." She sobbed quietly, "I'll marry you." Alynia whispered again in desperation in complete shock at what she was saying. "O-Oberron.... was a mistake." She cried of quietly, her words a complete lie. Tears streamed down her face in humilation and shame. "A-at t-the end of this season... t-here will be no wedding." She breathed out, closing her eyes in pain.

She felt horrible, Alynia knew she was betraying he only love of her life, and the very thought felt like multiple daggers carving into her heart. Oberron had never once failed to make her feel beautiful and loved, but now Alynia felt like a slut. It was easy to apportion blame in this situation, she hated the wine she was forced to drink. She hated Ian for forcing her to drink it, but more so she hated herself for being weak, for being a wanton whore. Now that she had finally said it, Alynia felt she had given up too easily. How could she betray Oberron, who had been nothing save for a perfect husband, because of a bottle of wine!?

Ian was certainly in control here. His will had been fighting the effects of the aphrodisiac as well though he had far less of it than she. He was cruel. He knew what she had wanted because he wanted it too though to be perfectly honest he had wanted this even before he had drank any of the aphrodisiac. He considered the situation though he was fairly sure she would cave well before he did. Ian craved to see her like this,.

Damn right he would hold her to her words, drugged or not and thus used her state to get her into this position. Even though she was not fey being in charge of a fey nation he realized that she could not brake such a promise without dire consequences.

“You love him?” Ian snorted derisively at that. “Either you are torn and love me as well or you don't love him enough. Isn't it true that you only drank that aphrodisiac to have plausible deniability? That the fey don't care about sex as long as there are no attachments, no bonds of love. You can always claim that you were drugged or doing this to avoid the fate of the goblins. If you loved Oberron as you say you would have chosen the goblins over me. Why did you not leave the tent when you could? Because you realized that either you could cave into those old feelings or end up serving the entire camp to prove your devotion to Oberron.

“You had that choice to make and you came back. Now it's too late to change your mind again. Can't go wondering about while tied to a bed my dear.” He laughed at that simple observation he had made. He smiled down at her cruelly.

It was clear that she had lost. He kept it together better than she though and it was clear that he wanted a bit more than a romp in the hay. Physically he knew he could have her though he wanted he mentally as well. He wanted it so she could not deny what she did here with him on this day.

He returned to her side with the tears spilling down her cheeks but he had only mocked he with a grin as he looked down at her them, his hand uncorking the remainder of the wine as he bared witness to her shame. Good, she was in tears, tears of regret at not having married him in the first place he assumed for clearly they couldn't be tears over that foolish Fey King.

After giving her that wine he set the bottle down beside the bed noting the immediate effects that it had on her. He showed that he was in control hear with a hearty laugh as he stared down at her helpless form. Spilt wine on the pillow, her neck and cheeks, her lips and upper chest though this did not detract from her beauty. It only enhanced it.

Ian smiled as she infused his ears with those words. She admitted her mistake and more importantly what would happen at the end of the season. His smile had been haunting and his victory complete at those words. A simple fact finding mission had degenerated into this.

His hands where back upon her breasts, squeezing those mounds together as he leant down and pressed his lips to hers. He had half a mind to leave her like this if the wine wasn't coursing through his system though now there was no reason for him to hold back, indomitable will of his melted away nearly at once.

“There, was that so hard?”

His tongue began circling a nipple then he brought his lips against the orb itself as he suckled then bit down softly on that nipple though not hard enough to brake the skin further teasing her.

Her eyes shut painfully hearing his words. As much as she wanted to convince herself they weren’t true, they made sense. The reality was, Alynia was too afraid to give herself to the goblins. At first, Ian seemed like the obvious answer. He was young, strong, and handsome. And more so there was only one of him, if she had given herself to the creatures waiting outside, there would be no hesitation and she knew that the entire camp would rape her one by one until her body was worn out and broken.

So she had been correct in a way, selecting Ian was physically less painful. Even still, Alynia was regretting this option. But how could she have known her fiancé was so capable of driving her to this point of desperation?

Alynia bit her tongue as she struggled to stay silent; trying not to let those cruel statements affect her. But thick droplets of tears trickled down her cheeks because she knew it was too late to take back her words. His laugh pierced her. She could hear the heartlessness in his voice. If he had even the slightest bit of true affection toward her, how could he be there amused as she wept?

Behind her closed eyes she pictured Oberron’s warm kiss, his gentle touch. How had the situation even turned into something like this? H-had it been her fault? Either way the guilt was consuming her as much as her arousal. She could not get those wonderful violet eyes out of her mind. What would he think if he saw her splayed out like this for another man?

She wanted it to stop, but she wanted it to continue. The girl wanted this over with, but she didn’t want Ian to leave her unsatisfied. Alynia wanted him to feel her more, she wanted more wine. Even her breathing was sensual as her breasts rose and fell teasingly with every gasp. It was questionable if she even wanted to escape anymore. Her body was betraying her as her hips bucked into his encouragingly.

Her body was so hot, but she was still in denial. It was a sin for her to want this, but she craved the way his finger ran over her soft exposed skin.

Her eyes refused to open as he kissed her slightly parted lips. But Alynia reluctantly moaned softly into his mouth as his hands once again meshed against her soft orbs. Alynia tasted of sweet wine as he drank in the aphrodisiac of her lips. Her creamy skin felt slightly sticky too as areas of her were coated with dried alcohol.

Her cheeks were rosy red from the embarrassment and disgrace that had fallen upon her. But this was his victory, and not hers. Alynia’s hazed eyes blinked open in regret as she met eyes with Ian’s.

“Stop- t-teasing me.” she whined and even though she had not intended to sound so submissive, such a voice came natural to her.

Her head canted back in pleasure as he had not regarded her words and swooped down to worship her round pert breasts. Taking in a pink nub in between his lips, Ian would find that she tasted of fine wine here too. More of it had spilt on her than he realized, but no matter. It tasted delicious.

“O-oh…” she moaned quietly feeling his expert tongue massage those eager peaks. Her small hands curled and uncurled into fists as she against all of her dying will power, Alynia was beginning to let herself enjoy Ian’s sick games. The very pleasure was tearing her heart in half.

“Do- what you w-want with me.” She surrendered as fresh tears tricked from her large innocent eyes. “J-just untie me- AH… -I-an.” She gasped out pleadingly, her voice faltering into a high pitched yelp as he bit down softly at her teat. It was undeniable that what he was doing to her felt so heavenly. I’m so sorry she was whispering in her head, again and again, wishing in some way Oberron could forgive her.

The truth hurts, or so Ian would have professed if he knew her thoughts. He had just admired her helplessness though, gaining at her keenly with thous malicious eyes that dared her to tell him that he was wrong in some fashion.

While there may have indeed been only one Ian he was making her pay as if she were being assaulted by all the goblins in the camp on a mental level at least. He sought to brake her down on a mental level as he did now getting her to submit to his will.

Affection? What traces of it were burned away when he had learned that she had betrayed him. That hurt. That she would so easily discard him and now he was enjoying tormenting her if to give her a taste of what he had endured.

Not that he had been head over heels for her or anything like that. He lusted after her and she was promised to him. Her virginity had been a thing that he had looked forward to claiming as his own though he was unable to do so now. Not only was that stolen from her but she was as well. She had married a king nonetheless. At least he could ruin that fairy tale and take back what was rightfully his.

Thus he was delighting in her pain for it was such a small fraction that he was going through. He did not love in the typical sense of the word but still, he was so full of himself that this had to be the case, that he had to endure the fact that he could no longer obtain what he had been promised, what he had to wait years for.

At least now he could make her suffer for those decisions and at least get her back.

Her rising hips were all the evidence that he needed to know that she had been conquered that the wine had reduce her will to nothing. More importantly he had her words to go by, even if they had been fueled by the drug her need was much greater than her love had been at that moment.

His lips pressed to her own as his hands pressed against her breasts. Those nipples hard beneath the palms of his hands.

He grinned at her words, her desire, her want. A hand sliding down one of her creamy thighs, the touch of that warm leg felt nice as his lips pressed about her breast encompassing a nipple as his tongue swished about the erect peak.

Groaning softly against it he continued to feast on it.

He flicked his eyes up to her restrained hands. He was not quiet done with her yet and he realize that if he untied her there was far more that she could do. His eyes dashed back to hers though as he shook his head slightly.

“Not yet, darling. Not yet. Tell me one last thing Aly and I'll let you you free.” He was grinning again unleashing his hardness he pulled aside her wet panties laying himself vertically against her slit as he felt that warmth and ensured that she could not capture his length by bucking her hips up at him.

“Tell me that you love me.”

Her arms were sore from straining against her bonds, the sheets beneath them were strewn all over the place due to her incessant squirming. Desperation was only the surface of what she needed at this point. Alynia had never been denied for so long when there was so much wine in her system. She had drank almost half of an entire bottle, and her senses were on fire.

On instinct, she kissed him back with passion, moaning into his hot open mouth. There was nothing her mind could say to stop her at this point when her body needed release. High pitched mewls escaped her throat as he massaged her sensitive peaks. Alynia arched into his fingers begging for more contact, her hands were clawing at the air.

She could feel her rock-hard nipples pressing into his palms as Ian kneaded and squeezed roughly to his heart's content. Alynia could not deny her guilt, but his hands felt so heavenly upon her body.

As his skilled lips left her own, her cries could be heard at full volume. A stream of whimpers and pleads reached his ears, and perhaps his is why his smirk only grew larger. The tables of the past have been completely turned as before it was he who was denied of such pleasure. Now she was his to tease, to torture, to fuck as he wished.

Her hips thrusted uselessly against him, but Ian was careful to avoid too much contact. Alynia's head leaned back as he trailed his mouth down her jaw and neck to replace his hand in tending to hose magnificent orbs. Alynia was moaning up a storm, it was still hard to believe how much she wanted Ian to screw her until she was too sore to walk!

As he suckled on her teat, the hand originally originally at her chest went down to her creamy thigh. Her skin was as soft and smooth as velvet as her legs tried to spread out even wider for him. It was impossible for her frantic mind to concentrate on everything at once.

She let out a drawn out whine as his tounge flicked her erect nipple. It was obvious Ian knew what he was doing, and it was obvious she was enjoying it. Her breasts bounced slightly to the jerking of her body. The hand hat was gently carressing her inner thigh was driving her up a wall. W-was be going finger her? Really, at this point Alynia would take any attention her soaked flower could get.

Unfortunately, her begging to be untied went unanswered. She groaned in frustration. Her mind tried to wrap around what he wanted her to say... That she loved him? Could he really convince himself that she would be telling the truth. Alynia pulled against her ropes but there was nothing she could do. She was helpless to his every desire. Alynia shook her head pressing her lips together in a final stand. No matter how much wine she had drank, she would always know she never loved him.

Of course, it was possible she had never craved anything more than sex at this point in her entire life. She cried out adamently as she felt him pull aside those useless pair of lavender panties. She shuddered noticably as her wet slit was exposed to the cool air. In the end, she never thought it would have come to this where she wanted Ian so badly.

"I- oh g-god Y-yes please!!" She was screaming in broken sentences as she felt his thick shaft rub itself against her dripping slit. Her hips bucked into his, desperately trying to lodge him inside of her, but he had expected Alynia would do that as he ran himself vertically against her, thrusting against her in a way that would provide the girl with no release.

He was warm and throbbing, and she wanted him imbedded deep into her core, fucking her in this position and that until she passed out from exhaustion. Aiwha did horrible things with her otherwise innocent mind, but she was too distracted with his rod to feel bashful. He was so close to what she wanted. Her will was broken, as Ian had succeeded in transforming her into a lust crazed whore.

She didnt even care if he untied her anymore, as long as he made her scream until her voice was unusable. "I-I love you, Ian" she pleaded not even caring she was spouting lies. The thought of Oberron haunted her, but this was a night where lust had won against love. "I love you, so -ah!!" Her sentence broke off as he angled himself slightly so his shaft could tease her swelled pearl. "So- please fuck me!" She begged pushing her hips against his with need.

Victory was certainly his, Ian knew that there was no way that she was going to deny him. She wanted a reason to give in to her true feelings anyway and he gave her the perfect excuse in which to use. He knew what she wanted, even if she didn't half the time!

Ian was so sure of himself at the worst and best of times. He was so close to her, taunting her with that closeness but keeping away from her at the same time. He tormented her with that closeness knowing that it would be a factor in her submission.

Her lips pressed back against him with that hunger as she expressed her need to her tormentor. In many ways this had to be worse than anything that Gersham did to her. He might have messed with her head but he never tried to brake her down like this. The demon did not care about affections of course though he could have been just as cruel had he of wanted to of course.

He kneaded those breasts, feeling those sharp points that had capped her nipples against his palms as he squeezed them with his hands, taking them sharply against him as he pressed into those new found toys, a little groan of approval passing his lips as he felt the pleasant warmth of those mounds splashed against his questing hands.

It was an utter delight in having her like this to have her feeling one iota of what he had felt in the past. It played to his ego to have her pleading for only what he could give her in that moment, what she so wantonly wanted. She was unable to take the high ground here, unable to brush him off to the side again and was now utterly at his mercy.

Ian had half a mind to leave her in this state if only for the fact that he too craved this, that he had been denied for so long that he was going to have her! That much was determined since the goblins reported to him that they had captured her.

His hand trailed down her thighs as he made his way to her special pearl. Yeah, she wanted it of course. No more station to hold her in check of that pesky virginity thing that only kept getting in the way in the past.

He was patient though wanting, nah needing, her insane with lust. His hand dashing slowly along her thigh, getting closer to those wet panties but always pulling back before going too far.

He grinned at her as she pronounced those words to him. “What was that, Aly?” He pretended not to hear as he rubbed against her then. He touched her lips with a finger to silence her. She was this close to having him, in feeling that warm hardness but he got off her then and walked back to the chest after affixing his pants. He rummaged around for a moment and must not have found what he was looking for and returned.

He returned to that same position after laying back atop her. Again, Aly. Say it with feeling and I may be convinced to give you exactly what you want.

“You want to be fucked long, hard and deep or should I just go off and do some paper work governing goblin troop movements and what not. I'll let you pick what I wind up doing with my time this evening, Aly.”

Her body gave into a sudden spasm as Ian's finger traced briefly against her hardened little clit, she yelped out in agony. Such terse contact as if to remind her what her reward could be if she continued to succumb to his every wish. The finger was withdrawn much too soon as Ian took precautions to make sure she was stuck on the brink of unquenchable lust.

"O-ohh-" she groaned out as Ian rubbed against her teasingly, coating his shaft with her glistening nectar. His tone was evidently pleased at finally having Alynia Evans so hopelessly at his mercy. Lying beneath him was a girl who used to be so chaste and pure, so opposed to his advances, now mewling like the sex-kitten he dreamed she would be.

Alynia gritted her teeth in frustration as he continued to harass her. She knew he heard her shameless lies the first time, why must he continue to torment her like this? Given the choice between Gersham and Ian, Alynia believed she would have taken Gersham twice. At least with the demon prince, she was never forced to betray her husband like this!

It was impossible for her blush to deepen as her mind flooded with humilation as what she had told him sunk in. Fresh hot tears rolled serenely down her cheeks fully understanding her betrayal. Alynia was disgusted with herself but there was nothing she could do as her lips moved to say it again.

"I love you, Ian." She breathed of quietly closing her eyes in defeat as he pressed a finger over her soft lips. Alynia was quiet save for her whimpering, as droplets of tears dropped from her beautiful face staining the pillow beneath her head.

But he didnt even move to relieve her, infact he stood up tucking himself back into his trousers. Alynia was struggling once more with renewed fervor. He couldn't do this to her. Her mind was sudden stricken with panic that he might leave her like this to drown in her disgrace. Alynia fought with the last reserves of her will power with no avail.

She panted with weariness, her body still and obedient. It was when she was staring despairingly at the ceiling of that tent, resigning to her inescapable fate when she realized Ian was searching for something, rummaging through. Alynia turned her head toward him slightly. "Please." She begged quietly her strength completely conquered.

"No more wine." Alynia sobbed softly, knowing she could not, physically could not handle any more of that vile liquid. "I'll do anything you ask of me. You already have my body, you have my pride, my marriage, what more do you want from me? I have nothing else to give."

Her voice was humble and soft as she quivered with grief and desire. Still the desperation in her voice could clearly be heard.

He ordered her to say it again, so she did. "I love you." She told him steadily, her body trembling with guilt. Her eyes, perhaps even more lovely as they glistened with pearl sized tears met with his. "I love you Ian, so please. Relieve me. I-I can't take this suffering much longer." She begged him.

Her eyes closed in agony. "Stay tonight, and make me, claim me as your own." She pleaded Ian with reluctant passion. "Take me- take me until my body breaks - however to you want to use me I do no care." Alynia begged him quietly submitting herself to the role of his slut, his whore of a fiancé he must have always wanted. "Just- I beg of you- let me cum." She moaned erotically.

Ian indeed kept her in agony. He kept her waiting for this, unconcerned with how much she craved this at this moment. She made him wait so long after all he would make her wait an equal amount of time, at least in her agonized mind it had to seem as if it were an eternity. That cocky grin of his spread against his lips as he peered into her light brown eyes. The need was there. The want was there …

But he had reduced her so far from that state of Chasity, of purity. For her to want it so much was fitting now. To have her crave the very things that she put aside was a bit of poetic justice. It was thrilling to have her like this, for her to have so much need of him. Of course she needed him, that went without saying but for her to admit it like this? Well, you know what they say about alcohol letting the truth spill forth when you would other wise deny such.

It was an interesting contrast between Gersham and Ian. Gersham had wanted her compliant, wanted to fuck with her head. Ian wanted to prove a point even though it had not existed. He wanted to break her down mentally as well as physically. He had more of a connection with her, more of an interest in what he wanted. He was more inclined to have an interest in what she did, in pointing out that her decisions had been the wrong one.

Ian seemed please. The hell with her tears. There was no sympathy moving him. She had selected another man but needed him now more than ever. Where was Oberron now? That thought was something that caused him to chuckle inwardly.

He quirked a brow at her from the chest. “Please, Aly? Please what? I am not a mind reader.” Ian chuckled as he did not seem to find what he was looking for. He reached into the chest a few times as if he were going to extract something but only moved this or that. It was frightening as far as what he was looking for but he fortunately didn't find it or thought better of it. Given what he was putting her through she doubted it was going to be the later.

He did take out another bottle of the wine. He did not have any intent on using it but since she mentioned it. He looked at the label as if debating using the wine or wrestling with her words. “I did not hear you say that I had your promise. You will prove that love by marrying me at the end of the season.”

Ian set the wine bottle back into the chest, his grin now as big as the Cheshire Cat's as he came forward with a passion. His eyes sweeping over her body though he himself could not resist much more of this …

“And your marriage was a mistake?” He chided as he laid atop her, a hand pulling aside those soaked panties to get at her better. The bulbous tip, throbbing and warm pressed deliciously against her entrance careful to jerk his hips up should she try to capture that hardened length. He whispered into her ear then.

“Tell me again and I will fuck you as long as you desire. Don't and that is it. No fucking. It will be a long day tomorrow getting back to the forest especially since I have three more bottle of the stuff and you're in no position to get any satisfaction. So what is your answer.”

Clearly he was enjoying this. His grin broadened as she spoke and she could feel that he throbbed against her. “So close to getting just that my dear, just one more thing.” He descended into her, one quick thrust, full and hard before he drew straight out of her giving her just a taste of what she could expect if she gave in to him. That was a mistake though, his will quickly eroded and it seemed as if he was not going to hold back for more than a minute or two now given the instant craving that he now had.