Alynia couldn’t help but wonder what he was searching for, even though she knew she probably wouldn’t like it. She did watch helplessly as he took out another bottle of wine, but from where she was lying she couldn’t tell if it was Aiwha or not. Either way, Alynia was immensely gracious as be put the glass bottle back in the chest. She laid back limp, waiting for him, staring at the tent as the pearl droplets of tears rolled down her cheek.

Her slender body trembled even when he wasn’t touching her. Her heart pounded ferociously in her chest as he walked back over to her. She could feel his eyes upon her, feasting in the very sight of her defeat. It disgusted her that she didn’t care. There was nothing she could do anyway being as exposed and vulnerable as she was. She just hoped she was enticing enough for him to relieve her. Alynia mewled quietly as he climbed back onto her, situating himself between her splayed thighs.

“And your marriage was a mistake.”

“Y-yes.” Alynia breathed out between her tears. In the back of her mind she knew she was going to regret her words. She wanted him so badly, how desperately she craved his touch. Her face burned with humiliation, but there was no going back on her lust. Alynia wasn’t going last. Her head throbbed in agony, her core felt like it was on fire. Her breathing was getting more and more raspy.

Alynia bit her lip erotically feeling his hand grip at her panties. “Ah—h!” She gasped out loudly as he rubbed the tip of himself along her opening. She bucked into him sharply with a whimper feeling rather disgusted with herself.

She was whimpering, quietly begging him. “F-fuck me. Oh lord, please take me.” she was whining. Alynia’s voice went quiet as he leaned into her, whispering gruffly into the shell of her ear. Taking advantage of their proximity, she arched up pressing her soft breasts into his bare chest letting him experience the bliss of skin to skin contact.

Alynia’s eyes closed painfully. All this time, she had purposefully tried to avoid the binding contract of a concrete promise, but Ian had realized this already. Fight as she might against her body, but she was crazed with lust. Drugged with sweet wine. She felt that her body might just burn up to ash if she didn’t obey.

It hurt to say it, her heart wrenched as these words left her lips. She had surrendered to his whim long before he had even asked her to. “I- I promise Ian. I’ll marry you… w-when the season is o-ver. I’ll be c-completely yours, like it was supposed to be.” She sobbed out quietly.

Oh, she could tell he was enjoying this. That sadistic glee in his eye was all too clear. His grin stuck sharp pins in her heart. If her sexual frustration wasn’t going to kill her, her betrayal would. “So p-please…” She begged a final time, grinding her hips against his the best way she could.

Without preparing for it, he had responded to her request. Thrusting inside the warm depths of her tight cavern just once. For that split second, he was deeply imbedded into her, sheathed into her previously claimed flower. Alynia screamed at the unexpected intrusion, he was thick and throbbing and now he was coated in her nectar.

But he pulled out as soon as that happened, causing renewed urgency in her voice. “I-I want you… de-deep inside of me. Oh- heavens please! I love you- Ian!” Alynia didn’t even know what she was saying at this point. “I’ll do a-anything! A-anything you want. Just relieve m-me! F-fuck m-me!” Her hands tugged against her bounds, her legs strained and kicked too. Guilt, frustration, lust consumed her. Her betrayal now clear and undeniable.

She hated herself, she hated Ian. She hated Oberron for sending her into this mess too and not saving her when she needed him. But none of this mattered, she had lost. All this time she had meant to be Ian’s in the first place. Alynia felt like a fool for convincing herself she could have a happy ending.

Ian had found what he was looking for in that chest though he left it there where he put the bottle of wine back after tormenting her some with it as if he were indeed considering it. He wasn't of course even if the bottles he had were Aiwha with their neat little quality. Ian ignored her tears, he was certainly making her pay for all those years and having gone off and gotten married too, that was the ultimate insult.

He smirked as he returned to the bed seeing the glistening tears within her eyes and smearing against her cheeks.

Returning to her side Ian straddled Alynia, marveling in her defeat as he made her repeat those words, the words that she had assumed she was going to regret but the need was just too great to ignore. Ian knew this and he used this glad that she was so eager, that her body caved in to his demands if only to get some of the relief that he could bring her.

Indeed she felt good pressing up against him like that, chest to chest, his pulse quickened, his member twitched against her in eager anticipation as her body called to him. Not yet damnit! He struggled against the desires that washed over him then.

He was grinning at her compliance. He didn't care how he got her to promise as long as she did. And cave she did, the torments of the Aiwha being far too great at the moment. He was pleased with her words and gave her a little treat, dipping into those wet folds, filling her as she complied.

An answer to the sharp movements of her hips beneath his Ian filled her in that moment, just for a moment as he was enjoying this mastery over her too much to give that up just yet although that single act nearly pushed him straight over the edge with his own wants, his own needs that kept him trembling above her as he pulled back too soon for her tastes perhaps.

When it was apparent that he defeat was complete his lips sealed to hers for a long moment he kissed her, drinking of her essence as his member swept back inside her, eagerly he pounded away at her core now, his hips pressing down with an urgency matched by her own as he was driving to the very brink of his senses.

Oh, he needed to fuck her, to comply with her wishes and give up this games. He throbbed, quicker than expected he found his own essence flooding her passage but the Aiwha in his system was far too great.

Ian kept pressing inside her, kept pulsing as he filled her with that hard thickness. Even that sensitivity that he would have other wise felt had been dull as the need to take her thoroughly filled his mind.

Reaching down he pinched then twisted her nipples in opposite directions.

“Oh, fuck, Aly, I waited too long for this! Far too long.” He kept pressing inside her with this want, this need driving him. His heart hammering against his chest as he pressed inside that warm core, that passage nice and slick for him.

“You are a prisoner of Martsen now. At the Warrens you will find that there is no Mead to drink. And the best part, Aly ...” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. “The best part is that unlike your husband my little soldiers will have little trouble generating our heir to leave behind our legacy.”

Her breathless begging faded as Ian pressed his lips against hers. For a moment, Alynia's mind drew blanks and her eyes fluttered shut as they shared a hungry, passionate, much less than innocent kiss as his tounge easily sought dominance over hers. He was no where near as gentle nor as observant as Oberron, but at this point Alynia's senses could not tell he difference.

A breathy, erotic sigh spilled from her open lips into his as Ian began pushing his rock solid shaft into her anticipating slit. "Y-yess... Oh god Th-thank you.." She was gasping out like a prayer inbetween their drug like kisses. He did not stop pushing his way into her until he was completely imbedded into her.

Her body was surprisingly tight as she clentched around his member, unintentionally squeezing and unsqueezing that already sensitive rod. Her passage was easily carved away, being as slick and aroused as she was. He wasnt as impressive as Oberron, but he was close. And that was enough for her right now.

Ian gave her no time to adjust, luckily she didnt need it. Alynia was gracious as he immediately began ramming away at her with intensity. It didn't matter that he wasn't as calculated and deliberate as Llynorian king when it came to pleasing her, right now there was only a primal need to satisfy.

"AH! Ahh! - Ah!" The girl was yelping out with each powerful thrust. His hips slammed into hers, bound to leave hefty bruises on her flawless skin. Alynia's breasts bounced accordingly with their reckless movements. The bed beneath them creaked with his strength, but he had released inside of her all too fast.

Alynia's half lidded eyes blinked open, not caring that his vile, fertile seed now coated her sacred inner walls, but fearfully that he would stop. "P-please Ian! D-don't st-stop!" She moaned out encouragingly only when it was all to evident he didn't plan to.

She threw her head back with a feminine scream as Ian's hands carelessly wrenched at her per nubs, twisting them in opposite directions. It was this action that set her off, "I-AN, O-H GOD IAN, I'M CUMMING!!" Alynia screamed again, thrashing her body about beneath him as her pussy clamped down in a vice grip around his shaft. Her lips parted as if in a continuous cry of ecstasy, Alynia's sweet nectar dripped down her thighs.

"F-faster..." She moaned, "h-harder- deeper..." Words Alynia never thought she would say to another man other than her loving husband.

This natural musk scented lubricant only helped him obey her pleads, and the fallen queen bucked her hips into Ian's in return. He was groaning something to her too, words perhaps. Something about prisoner... mead... husband... heir... Alynia's couldn't consciously comprehend what he was saying, but in the back of her mind she knew. If they continued like they were... She was going to be pregnant with his child.

There was a tiny voice in the back of her head that knew this was so wrong, so so wrong... But Alynia couldn't bring herself to tell him in anyway to slow down what he was doing. She needed this, never in her life had she needed to be so thoroughly fucked.

"Un-untie m-me, Ian..." Were the only coherent words the broken queen could make out.

She tasted sweet against his lips, his senses over ridden by that simplest of contact as his tongue played with her own seeking to dominate it the same way that he had dominated her body thus far. That muscle flickering over hers, both their breaths reeking of alcohol but that had not mattered to either of them.

Ian was rougher than Oberron and for reason, not that he needed a reason though in this case he did. He was asserting his dominance over her as well as making it clear to her that this was not her King that was pressed atop her, through her.

It was important for her to understand just that as his tongue washed against her own, flickering against it.

A smirk crossed his lips as he was thanked for that full thrust into her inviting core. There was no reason to hold back now and he would fuck her with those years of pent up frustration. His hips continually pressing down into her own. “Your welcome, Aly.” He was still playing this cool asserting his dominance in this situation although by now his body had caved in to those primal needs that the Aiwha had steered them to.

She felt good against his warmth, not worth the long wait but good nevertheless. Tight folds wrapped around him as he plunged. What was worth the wait though was having her undone like this, in reducing her down so low that her need, her want for him had been so great.

Eagerly he complied with her pleas not to stop. Her body clenching him tightly even before he washed her depths with his vile essence but the Aiwha had not even begun to leave his body. Clearly he was not finished with her, a fact that her drugged mind had to be thankful of as he swept inside her with great force.

No doubt there would be bruises on those hips come morning but Ian did not care about that as the need to fill her had been his primary concern. He was only dimly aware of the situation at this point as his hands smoothed across those bouncing breasts, squeezing such ripe melons in his hands as he felt the press of her nipples against his palms.

When he began twisting them soon thereafter she screamed out, his eyes closing briefly against that sudden tightness as a groan slipped from his lips. Had he not already cum it would have been enough to set him off again though he kept it together, her excitement only additional encouragement as his hips began to slap against her own quicker now. He was almost caught up in a rush as his balls slapped up against her as he pressed into her with an eagerness to keep them joined in this fashion for as long as possible. Her juices making the invasion of her body even easier though he had no troubles thus far given the excitement levels that he had pushed her to.

Her mind was too gone to hear him though he did comply with her requests to go faster, deeper, harder … he was making her feel it with each thrust until her request to be untied. He stilled against her the only movements of her bucking hips. He had her where he wanted her so he had not suspected any sort of trick, she seemed to far gone for that now. He had gotten what he wanted and it would only serve him to further humiliate her with the knowledge that she gave into this fully. He untied one hand then the other though as soon as he freed the second he was pumping away back at her.

The back of his knuckles swept down her neck while his other hand encompassed her breast again giving her a squeeze there as a smile spreads across his youthful face.

“Nice and ripe, Aly,” and he lowered his mouth for a taste, his tongue swishing against her as he began to suckle the breast, his hand falling to the other as he gave that a fierce squeeze mirroring the frantic pace that he had already set.

Alynia's eyes were pressed shut as she mewled out in pleasure. She wanted to, and without a doubt she was trying to picture Oberron. She tried to picture her loving king, those caring violet eyes, drunk not of wine, but of the sight of her body arching and rocking beneath him. She tried to picture his sly, confident grin, for Oberron knew when they were in the heat of passion, she saw him as a grace given god.

But now, it was someone else invading her sacred temple, and Ian reaped his long awaited award with eagerness. The differences were too stark. He tasted and felt all wrong. His body joined with hers, felt foriegn and unfamiliar. And as much as she tried, Alynia could only picture her smug tormentor as he shoved his hips against hers.

Yet why did it have to feel so wonderful?

Their tounges wrestled in a one sided war as he claimed her lips. He tasted like Aiwha, and it was possible his kisses were just drugging her more, confusing her more, convincing her to guiltily enjoy their sinful activity.

So Alynia cried out for him, screaming his name the way she would have typically done for no other. Her tarnished dignity meant nothing as she begged and encouraged him for more.

His large merciless hands cupped and massaged her orbs, twisting and playing with those mounds in a way that only proved his experience. Her back arched as she climaxed, pressing her soft skin delightfully against his. Ian groaned happily as he body clentched around him. Alynia was no longer as tight as a virgin, but she must have atleast been close after staying on Avalon for such a long time even though Oberron more often than not interrupted the regeneration process.

Either way, Ian rode out her impressive orgasm making her squeal loudly with every thrust. Her hips bucked back into his, trying to accept his thick throbbing shaft as far into her as possible. Her body was still impossibly sensitive, and she could feel every inch of him pulling out and then slamming back into her. The friction was intense, and against her better judgement, she relished it. Her hair, a raven colored halo about her head and her pretty face was breathless with pleasure.

She painted the exact picture he had dreamed about since. Though her body did not fail to please him, it was he process of conquer that made him the most elated. Alynia bitterly understood her defeat made the his fantasy all the more desirable.

The queen pleaded for him to untie her, and he obeyed knowing pure defeat when he saw it. Her desperation was all too obvious. For a moment he was still, his length sheathed inside those glistening velvet folds, but as soon as her hands were free he resumed in stealing her senses.

Alynia regretfully obeyed her body's instinct as her hands went for him. His smooth, toned skin. His broad chiseled shoulders. His form was actually rather similar to her husbands, perhaps a bit more bulky rather than the lean grace of the king, but it was similar enough that she wished to touch him. Those hands wandered breifly, scratching down his back and the other weaving into his hair as his lips covered her engorged teat, playing with her pert peaks with that wet appendage.

She blushed at his comment as her the fog of her mind cleared ever so slightly after her first of many orgasms, but she was only capable to moan guiltily in return. Alynia hated he way she was able to please him, it would be so much easier to hate Ian if he had just pushed her to the ground and raped her there... But he felt so fantastic it was impossible to deny that she was getting into it.

Her whimpers were femininely high pitched, without a doubt every creature outside the camp would be able to recognize the fate that had finag befallen the queen. But Alynia was too carried away to care as his hand stroked her in places and ways that made her gasp with want.

Her hips lifted into his, trying to angle herself so he could ram into that special spot only her husband truly knew where it was. "-AAhh - Ian- oh god, my legs-" she gasped out between fits of groans and shrieks. "Undo my -L-legs!" She requested, the last part of her sentence morphing in to a reluctant erotic moan.

He shuffled his hips eagerly against her own roughly filling that passage with himself and ensuring that she could not envision the King making tender love to her. Heavens no, he wanted her to know that he was fucking her, that she wanted this!

He went back to kissing her, his tongue swirling in chaotic patterns against her own. She felt good against him though as he rode her he felt the stirrings from this rush of power.

That orgasm gripped him as her body washed over him. Incredibly nice. Warm, wet flesh swarming around him as she gripped him in that moment. He kept coming at her, not one to be caught up with her crying out his name as he showed her just what she had been missing all that time in the past.

He plunged into the warmth of her body again and again eager for more, eager to fill her as he slammed his hips down against her own. He took her with lustful passion feeding both their needs as he speared into the chalice of that wet body as he robbed her senses.

Her hands were all over him only encouraging him to act further against her. Driven to the brink of madness he had been exalted that her defeat was so thorough. That much had been clear of course.

He realized that if he had done the simple thing and just raped her senseless that would prove to be no fun. Well, it would be fun for him though he would never get her into a state like this where she was so receptive about things, were it was easier to get her to comply to the most outlandish of things. He was no fool, he knew that she would have stubbornly resisted half the stuff that he had offered tonight, every confession that he had her make …

They would all be tougher, even if she knew them to be true it was not likely that would have so freely admitted that.

Again he pauses, this time he has to draw out of her to unfasten one leg then the other. His shaft wet with her juices, throbbing eagerly. It was amazing that he could keep away from her for so long. Once he accomplished this he went straight back at her, he having no trouble sweeping inside that wet passage. He noting her eyes pressed closed, he grins knowing what she was attempting to accomplish.

He brought his tongue over a nipple licking at it briefly then adding to her torment by whispering into her ear.

“Can't you envision it? How your King would react if he could see you now? How he will have to accept the promise that you made that not one affects you but him as well. Delicious just imagining it all. For him to realize that he was nothing but a mistake and that is coming from you own lips.

“Scream out for him. He can hear you after all. I'm sure you have been here long enough to understand the nature of the Calling Stones. They work much in the same manner as phones and I have one that I turned on. Oh, how I'd love to see that play out!” He was being an absolute fiend, that or he was lying but what if he were speaking the truth?

All the while he did not stop as he ruthlessly pounded into the core of her being.

He felt so thick and wonderous as he pumped in and out of her soaked flower, refusing to give his fiancé a chance to catch her breath. Ian was unquestionably rough with her, as he stuffed himself into her core without mercy. Alynia had little other choice than to accept him to the very root.

Sloppy, passionate kisses were shared as Alynia's hazy mind stumbled through its current turmoil. How could something as wrong as what she was doing feel so good?

She whimpered slightly at the sudden emptiness as he pulled away and out of her chalice. Alynia wanted him back inside her... There was another spark of a climax ignited in her core, and there were no words to explain how desperately wanted that spark to explode. Her eyes had been squeezed shut, but there was no success trying to escape this night. She tried to sit up as her legs were freed, but as soon as she tried, Ian pinned her to the bed once more, taking no hesitation to viciously pounding her into the mattress.

"A-ahghh-" she let out a strangled moan and the sudden reintroduction of his rod into her warmth.

It felt so horrible and amazing at the same time, the tightening of her core as he pressed in and out of her with skill, his mouth as it wandered over her smooth sensitive skin. Alynia was so vulnerable and so exposed to his every whim beneath him.

She let out a yelp through gritted teeth as his tounge flicked at her pert bouncing breast. Her legs now wrapped around his tapered waist, trying to pull him in further. No longer was her body obeying any sense of logic that this was a bad idea.

She mewled softly, pleasant whimpers rolled off of her parted breathless lips. Alynia gasped and moaned with guilt filled passion.

She tried to turn her head away from his as his lips failed up from her breasts. Perhaps to avoid him, perhaps to encourage him to kiss her nape, either way his wine scented voice breathed into her ear.

Shivers went up her spine as she cried out, finally able to tilt her hips so he was pounding against the spongey area inside of her that had Alynia seeing stars. Alynia cried out for him, her voice loud and resonant in his ears.

She whined as he groaned into her ears. Why would he do something like that? Remind her of Oberron at a time like this. She shook her head adamently, wanting not to think about any of it. The guilt was too much for her to handle as fresh tears prickled the corners of her eyes.

Her heart throbbed with pain unable to shun out Oberron's image from her mind. Imagining herself married to anyone else was impossible. Alynia had already felt guilty, ashamed, and downright horrible, but Ian seemed to want to do everything in his power to make her feel even worse.

Her eyes widened fearfully at his next words. Ian had to be joking, he had to be messing with her mind... There was no way Oberron could hear her right now! As obvious moans and noises of pleasure spilled from her lips. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she could quell the feminine sounds she created.

"P-pleaase I-Ian.. S-stop...!" She cried it between her moans. Her mind was in absolute panic thinking of the idea he husband, her loving perfect husband could have heard them all along! "G-et o-off -Ah- me!" She begged trashing weakly beneath him. The only form of success she archived was creating more of that wonderous friction below.

Her body tightened in the apprehension of her second climax. Oh no, not now... a freed hand of hers went to her mouth as bit down on a knuckle in a failed attempt to be quieter. Without further warning, another mind shattering orgasm ripped through her. And Alynia screamed, her head tilted back. Her face screwed up with ectasy as her body clentched down on his thick wet shaft. She screamed, whether it was for Ian's sadistic enjoyment or for Oberron's ears, Alynia felt absolutely horrible doing so.

Ian was not gently with her. He was fueled by primal need at this point and sought to join them as rapidly as possible as he pressed his hips down the meet her own forcefully, urgently. The wet sounds of their bodies unmistakeable and added only to their elevated incoherent voices, whether a chorus of grunts, moans or screams he aimed to please himself with each trust. This was about his pleasure after all and not her own. Though the fact that she was enjoying this had only added injury to insult. His hips slapped down against her as he had no problem filling her with his swollen member now moistened with her juices.

He tasted her lips in those moments of their sloppy kisses and somehow managed to be coherent enough to untie her before moving back to pound her without mercy into that mattress beneath them. His mind racing toward it's own pleasure as he filled her with himself, digging into the soul of her being as he burrowed into her core.

He showed her just what she had been missing out on for all these years, how he took her with utter assurance as he rode over her body. She clenched against him, he groaned, his seed spilling inside her once again though he did not dare stop. Nor did he let up only encouraged to go faster as he drilled into her with such force that the box spring of the mattress collapsed though that didn't concern him in that instance.

Her legs circled him, caging him in though he had little need of encouragement as he pressed in her urgently as if he were in the last legs of a marathon. He wasted no time in pleasing her, in filling her again and again with that incredible need that stormed over the two of them.

Not that he was complaining but she was loud. Ian realized that she was into this of course though now he was beyond denying her as he stabbed her with himself repeatedly. Her hips now angling to give him greater access to the core of her being as he pressed inside her with his unrestrained fury that swept over her then.

Ian sought to make her regret those choices that she made in his absence. He showed no pity for her. She should have tried harder to get back, that was what he believed anyway so he was unswayed by those fresh tears that well up at the corners of her eyes.

Lie or not, he took pleasure in the fresh tears that streamed down her cheeks. “So moan out for him, Aly. Let him know precisely what you are doing. That he is no longer needed. He has heard your promise and as King of the Fey do you think he cold ignore that even if you don't make good on your word? He will make you now.” Ian chuckled, grinning as he looked down into the face of fresh tears. Not caring about Oberron or her false feelings that she had to the fey. Really, if she cared would she be here now wanting him to fuck her brains out?

“It's too late. You're already bust, what's the saying? Might as well have fun because your happiness is done when you goose is cooked. I think that's the one. Heard it once in a song.” He chuckled though her attempts to free herself had been for naught.

Now her defeat was complete. Let her dwell on that! He chuckled at her responses drawing out of her as she clamped down and fought off the throes of her own release as pleasure captured her up in that cruel embrace.

He was busy flipping her over on her stomach, unless she tried to resist him further she would be pressed down on her stomach and vulnerable to what he intended to do next.

He came again and she winced at the feeling of his warm thick seed spurting inside of her without concern of any consequences what this might entail in the future. Alynia's hands gripped against his heaving shoulders, trying to anchor herself as well as feebleing trying to push him away. Of course her actions didnt really make much sense as her legs were still hugged around him.

In the very back of her mind she relished how rough he was, even though she was mentally doing all she could to think otherwise. Oberron was rough at times, but he was never this harsh, he always made sure that Alynia felt good, and she loved him for that. Never had she had such pleasure forcibly ripped out of her. Ian certainly didnt care whether or not she was getting off on this, and perhaps that's why it felt so much worse that she was.

Ian pounded away at her, chipping her defenses bit by bit. In fact he even grinned at the sight of her tears. She bit her lip, trying not to call out. Muffled moans and whimpers still escaped and even still Alynia couldn't keep it in for long.

"Y-your- lying!" She gasped out between her cries of ecstasy, but she didnt even know if her words were entirely correct. Could Oberron hear her? Would he really force her to keep such an awful promise? The only thing she was sure of was that Ian was wrong about one thing, she needed her husband now more than ever.

"A-hhh- p- please d-don't do this!" She was begging him through her tears, but Alynia wasn't sure if she really wanted him to stop. Her body glowed with pleasure. He was so gloriously thick, the way he rammed against that sacred spot within her again and again was fantastic. Ian was fucking her so hard, the bed promptly broke beneath them causing Alynia to yell out in surprise. Her senses was being kept at a constant high. She moaned out wistfully.

The noises she was making that were normally so pleasing to Obberron's ears, humilated her. She could hear herself, and there was no mistaking such wails for anything else besides what they were.

There was a bitter spike of hatred as Ian quoted some stupid Outkast song. "N-no Ian! I don't want this!" She was yelling and thrashing about hopelessly, but there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train and it was then she opened her mouth to gasp and scream. Her body shivered too, a chill of euphoria ran up her spine.

Alynia could not control herself as she cummed, her hips jerked spasmodically as her eyes squeezed shut temporarily loosing herself. Her nails dug into his back, clinging onto him for sweet dear life.

She let out a gaspy groan as Ian suddenly drew out of her. Alynia whimpered and whined desperately, feeling hollow without him. Thankfully, she stopped herself from actually saying anything, but her puppy like noises truly said it all. Her conflicted but obviously desperate eyes peered into his breifly. Her chest rose and fell sharply as that sweet nectar flowed from her core to the sheet below.

She gasped as Ian moved to flip her over, now lying on her stomach. Alynia's breasts pressed into the hard matteress and her legs were spread slightly. She blushed too, knowing Ian would not have a hard getting a more than perfect view of her cute behind. Still she squirmed defiantly, even though she knew it was useless. In fact she was probably giving him a show more than anything.

Her tear stained face pressed against the pillow as Ian held her down with ease. "I'm sorry, Oberron. F-forgive me..." She was gasping out into that pillow as her fingers clutched the sheets, letting her sorrow apologies go muffled.

Seized by his shoulders he let his weight and gravity work against her. At best she could press his upper body away from her own though his lower body had still been joined with her. Consequences never entered his mind though, what consequences for him? If she fell pregnant well they would have a little prince or princess to carry on their legacy.

His seed was not like Oberron's life prolonging one. He did not grant her a better connection to magic or had a fruity taste even but that had not concerned him. If it did not affect Ian then why should he care about it? He had been affected by this a smidgeon but that was all.

He was rough because he did not care. He sought his own gratification and if the drug had caused him to pass out after coming he wouldn't have felt bad if he shot his load inside her, he fell asleep and she tied to the bed unable to do a thing about it.

At least for her sake that had not been the case and she was untied now should that occur at some point. He took pride in making her feel good though, swishing that hard member inside her roughly as he urgently brought them together.

“Am I lying? I'll show you the stone afterward. I do not feel up to leaving your pussy unfilled. I think at this stage you'll agree.”

“Too late this is happening. No changing that now,” the bed broke beneath those powerful thrust but that did not even cause him to pause and he continued to assail her as he hit that luscious spot within her time and time again.

“Oh? Could have surprised me. You made you choice to stay, Aly. I did not force you to stay.” He could feel her tightening against him but she was so wet that he still had an easy time sliding inside her. That's right, cum!

He could feel her body unraveling despite her words to the contrary.

Ian groaned, feeling her nails press into his back. He is caged up by her body and delights in her sweet surrender as she traps him to her, wittingly or not as she comes undone at the intensity that he so easily brings her.

At this point she did not need to say anything. Her noises said it all and while the shame of her pleading for him went unnoticed by any listeners the effect was practically the same. The sheets saturated by a combination of their juices as her release spilled out of her core and so did some of that creamy essence of his. He admired the sight for a moment then repositioned her, eager to get back at her, the only question he had now was what hole he would now fill.

He smacked that wiggling ass of hers, watching her rump jiggle. “Hold still.” He had to smack her again, hard enough to leave the red mark of his hand across her ass to get the point across to her. Once she had stilled he let his hands sweep over her back then ultimately cupped her breasts before moving back to sweep against her back with his finger tips.

One finger danced against her back door as the root of his lusts press back to her wet pussy eager to press into her once more. He pauses there for a moment then begins to press it and the finger slowly inside her in both places.

"N-no- ahh- you're wrong!" She protested as her hips were shoved against his repeatedly. The longer her violation lasted, the worse it would be. The wine that had originally had her begging at his feet was slowly being washed out of her system. With every toe curling climax she reached, her mind could see things just a bit clearer.

Alynia did not want this, just about everything they were doing was so wrong. More than anything she did not to give birth to his child. Eternal sleep, perhaps even death before she would have to be a mother to his heir!

Her legs unwrapped from his waist and were splayed open as he withdrew from her warm sopping slit with a groan. She mewled softly feeling the mix of his and her liquids drip onto the sheets. Alynia felt exhausted, breathless, and dirty. Especially as Ian's eyes wandered over her exposed form, admiring what he had done to her.

Alynia whimpered under his gaze, with want, regret, and fear for what was to come next. Her heart pounded frantically in her ears. Between her legs, she was rather sore but it there was this indescribable desire for more.

It was like her body was made to please him, to satisfy his lust until he had no more use for her. Alynia didn't feel like his wife, or even his fiancé. She felt like his toy, some sort of doll he could play with. It was with these thoughts Alynia had suddenly realized what grave error she had truly committed. If she married Ian, she would not be a wife at all. Surely she would become a slave.

"He's lying, Oberron.." She cried out mournfully speaking directly to the king whether or not he could actually hear her. "H-he forced me. He forced me!" Alynia was calling out, trying to convince herself this was true. She wasnt even entirely sure.

Her face was wet with crystal like tears, but there was nothing she could do as Ian turned her over, pressing her from the back into the mattress.

The girl tried to struggle, but her efforts were met with a sound smack to her ass. A loud slapping sound resonated briefly around the tent. Alynia first yelped sharply then moaned quietly in pain. It was no use, trying shifting her hips side to side to alleviate the sting.

Ian, being as evil as he was, decided to spank her again. Harder too. Alynia cried out, gripping at the sheets below her tightly, as he imprinted a satisfying red handprint over her shapely behind.

Ian had ordered her to stop movinc, and Alynia obeyed very keen to avoid any more additional blows. Her back arched attractively, doing what she could to remain still. Her ass stung as she cried into the pillow, but she gasped erotically as his hands began to wander and rub up and down her bare back.

Shivers followed his fingertips as Alynia pressed her eyes shut. She squeaked cutely as Ian gave an unexpected squeeze to those soft milky breasts. It was as if he was trying to remind her that he really could do anything he wanted with her. Alynia could feel him ponder over he possibilities.

Then he made his decision pressing his impressively hard tip back against her slit. She was now much more assessible with her hips raised as if offering herself to him. A single digit applied preassure to her other entrance and Alynia whimpered in reluctance obviously not wanting anything to do with his cruel intentions.

It was going to hurt. It wasnt that Oberron hadnt taken her there before, it was that her king was Fey and Ian was human. And if Ian planned to be as rough with her there as he was before... Alynia shuddered as she once again tried to squirm away.

"Ple-ase... N-not there..." She squeaked timidly, doing a poor job of hiding her obvious fear.

That had been the amazing thing behind it, that slow arrival at once senses though by the time they had returned it was too late. His hips shuffled against hers as she made her denials to him but really, did it matter? She would find out soon enough.

Queen. Wife. Baby maker … he had it all laid out in such a simple fashion. What Alynia desired was irrelevant more so than ever before. Back in the real world he could never do this, there were far more repercussions to deal with such as dragging the family name through the mud. Not that he would have been involved in scandalous acts of a questionable nature or have to use his wealth to have one indiscretion or another cover up.

He watches as all that liquid seeps out of her and into the sheets. He loves the sight, her arousal mixed with his own release smear the bed sheet then he grins at her before seeking to turn her over. She may have felt exhausted alright but Ian had not finished with her yet. He desired to have her come to her senses and if he were in her at the time so be it, she would suffered greater knowing that he had been invited into her warm. It was a pity not to see the expression on her face as that moment came to pass but a change in positions tickled his fancy just then.

Indeed she was just a pretty play thing. A trophy wife if you would. Once her beauty faded he would callously discard her for a younger, prettier model. Model, yeah he recalled some of the skimpier clothing she had modeled, always embarrassed about it too but this he imagined was far worse.

He chuckled as she made her plea. He had not stopped in the relentless attack though as he pushed into her both mind and body. “Do you think he's actually going to listen to you now? You did not seek to defy this until after you learned a channel was opened to you, he probably grew disgusted with hearing you like this and click off the link. He might still be listening but really would that matter? You already promised, it would be more devastating for him.”

As it expected she tried to resist him the moment he got her over and it was necessary ti give her rump a snack, then another as the sound reverberated about the tent. He grinned as he debate which hole to take.

Good, she had stopped not that he minded smacking her around some but he was all too eager in filling her with himself to waste time struggling with her. She was being a good girl and Ian was at least accepting of her submission. He could have kept hitting her but if she knew she was going to be hit either way there would have been no reason for her to comply right?

So now he made his choice despite her crying into the pillow about it. He was unswayed by her tears and grinned at them unseen now that he was behind her.

She whimpered at the path of his finger and he figured he could use that in some ay as it was clear that she didn't like that as far as he knew. Of course he had been unaware that he was not a virgin there and he consider taking her there, claiming her anal virginity at least. With Ian every thought was calculated.

“And why not here, Aly?” His finger brushed against her ass. Oh yes, he could use this in some way, perverted ideas began to flow into his head, nothing really good at the moment but to proceed on would mean cutting his options later. “What will you do in exchange? Albeit, the answer better be a goo one or I think I'm going to have particular fun taring you up back her. Might it be that you still kept your anal virginity for me? You do protest far to much.” His finger still dashed against her as more of his length shuffles forward unable to resist from taking her in some fashion as he slowly fills her, slowly driving himself into her warmth. It was in contrast with his earlier, rougher treatment of her though now he was doing so to keep his wits about him enough to carry on this conversation.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing Alynia had done in her lifetime that was as humiliating as this. Her ass, with a slight pink hand print upon it, stung incredibly. She clentched her jaw having no other choice but to withstand it. Her body was rigid, fighting every instinct to squirm about to relieve some of that pain. Alynia didn't want to be hit again, in the past she had not given Ian enough credit for his strength. Or perhaps it was because she was too delicate.

Either way, she pushed her bottom up obediently with a quiet whimper. What else could she do when she had already been so obviously defeated? Alynia didn't want to believe it, but there really wasn't any other way to look at the situation. There was a split second of relief as Ian did not strike her again, instead he let his fingers wander along her skin.

At least like this, she wouldn't have to look at him. Perhaps secretly she could fantacize about her husband. Her tear rimmed eyes pressed shut, but her plan shattered like glass as Ian once again pushed into her wet folds.

Alynia let out a soft groan through gritted teeth as Ian slowly slid inside of her well lubricated passage. Those slick inner walls clamped down on him welcomingly as he slowly rocked within her, trying to keep his words straight.

The girl wheezed out pitifully beneath him, holding her tounge from begging him to go faster and to go harder. She could feel every inch of his throbbing shaft as it entered and withdrew from her trove. This taunting pace was made even more terrible with his cruel words.

Alynia didn't know what she wanted to distract herself from more. The feeling of his glorious cock creating such euphoric friction, or his voice. It wasnt difficult to tell he was thoroughly enjoying this two sided attack, torturing her mind and body at once. The poor queen had no where to go, no where to hide from any of it.

Alynia's heart ached with a knowing fear that Ian's words were probably right... why would Oberron even continue to listen? Her betrayal, if Ian had not been lying, was not exactly difficult to piece together. There was no reason for the king to believe her. She could not think of a logical refutation to Ian's taunts.

A churning of shame, regret, and guilt cycled through her as Ian continued to thoroughly pleasure her. Her voice was raspy and strained as she moaned out reluctantly. Who could have ever known that the demon of her past would really come back to claim her. Oberron's named was breathed off of her lips as she tried to control herself.

"J-just don't." Alynia pleaded desperately as Ian's finger applied pressure to her back door. How could she explain how weak to pain she really was? "It'll -ahh- hurt..." Alynia tried to reason with her barely coherent mind. "A-and you already k-know I don't have a- ah- anything left to give you!"Alynia cried out bitterly in disbelief he would even try to blackmail her at this point.

Alynia blushed a pure red as he mentioned her virginity, the only thing that no matter how much he wanted he would never be able to take. "D-don't -ahh- fool yourself..." She groaned into the pillow. "O-oberron has t-taken -ah- m-e there p-plenty of t-times... be-before you even g-got to touch me!" Alynia gasped out between thrusts, taking an obvious stab at Ian's inflated pride.

He was humiliating her alright. And he was taking enjoyment in her suffering showing her that this did not have to have happened but her choices lead up to this. She was compliant with his wishes now so he refrained from smacking her again but concentrated on acquiring his own needing, letting that course of him as he pressed into that moist body again now from behind. The pleasant feeling of joining with her again had been rewarding as he basked in the heat of her body washed over him.

Her defeat was clear and Ian realized that as she had no choice but to comply or be struck again. His fingers trace against her rump dancing over the pinkish red imprint that he had left up her. Good girl. She was compliant so there was no need for him to hit her further, positiver reinforcement.

After all if he were just going to strike her regardless why would she comply other to avoid being hurt on the possibility that he might relent that time around.

She tried her best to shut this out. To imagine but Ian ensured that it was too late for that. Whether it was the words that passed from his lips that made imagining matters tougher for her to envision that it as her King behind her.

He particularly enjoyed the way that her body was clinging against him as she rewarded him for this intrusion. He groaned in delight as he pressed inside her then. He filled her with himself as he pressed forth. If she wasn't so wet he might have had difficulties pressing inside those snug folds that had been carved out by her soon to be ex husband. Ex … he delighted in hearing that in his mind knowing that it caused her incredible anguish.

And anguish was the aim of things, right?

Oh, fuck, he groaned again at the surge of heat that spread over that warmth as he pressed into her then.

She was at his mercy now as he pressed inside her folds. He liked that, liked lording this power over her as more of her senses would become clearer with the inevitable orgasm he sought to bring upon her as he began to pump away at her with great vigor now.

His taunts had stopped her from retorting. It showed just how deprived his mind was. He was enjoying this in more ways than one. He admired the fact that her submission was complete at this stage.

“Do you think I am your King already?” Ian chuckled rather than being affected by her raspy voice. He showed that he wasn't affected as much by the name of her husband … soon to be ex husband. Feeling the pleasures of his body, associating them with the King of Llynoria. “OBERRON!” He smocked. “I'm sure if anyone is still listening your King will love being accommodated with me in whatever way, however small, in what was occurring." It was doubtful that he would be so charmed by the fact that she was thinking of him while she fucked another man after stating that she loved him. Was this an act now that she was aware of what was going on, that there was someone listening.

A pity. Oberron considered her words. “A pity, though in that case it shouldn't hurt as much. Oh, wait, don't the fey here have some sort of painless sex technique.” He laughed then shook his head. “A product of all that sex no doubt. Then this will hurt. Most definitely Aly, worse than if you were loosing your virginity to a non fey. I won't be so kind either ...”

He leaned down to whisper into her ear. “Oh, there is something you can do yet, Aly … scream out my name, scream it out or I will take you here, and Aly, I am not your King. It will hurt, oh most definitely …"

Alynia wanted to believe she was forced, coerced to commit such a sin. Truthfully, she was, in a calculated way that was enough leverage for Ian to convince her to blame herself. She could have walked out, and then ruthlessly raped by the goblins of the camp. What kind of decision, if there was one at all was that?!

Goblins are cruel, heartless, and horny bastards. In a way, Ian was not so different. Lust driven and persistent as he rammed into her from behind.

His fingers danced along her tender skin causing her to flinch as his hand smoothed over a cheek of her briefly abused behind. She whimpered between her throaty erotic moans, eager to avoid any of his blows. She tried to squirm foward a bit, but Ian simply retaliated by forcing her harder against the mattress.

"Ahh-gnn- n-no..." She groaned out woefully as his hips shoved into her upturned ass again and again with an unrelenting strength. Impressive moans rang in his ears as he sped up thrusting deeper and harder in to her tight core. Unfortunately Alynia was never one who was able to contain such sensual outcries. The girl wasnt exactly a screamer, but certainly she was close in the volume department.

Of course, this only furthered her humilation and only made Ian all the more delighted in her apparent submission. With every powerful thrust her body lurched foward, only to be pulled back onto his hard throbbing prick. You could hear her wetness in the embarressing but erotic sounds of skin clapping against skin, and the slurping sounds of his cock shoving deep and fast into her folds.

Her eyes were closed with undetainable ecstasy as her cheek was pressed against the pillow. A sexual blush as well as a thin film of swat covered her features. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her writhing form so adamently, her knuckles were turning white with strain.

"Oohhh-" she was groaning out reluctantly as her breasts pushed against the uncomfortable matress, making them feel and seem much larger than they really were. Either way, the friction was delicious.

It was killing her that it felt so amazing. Her back arched up into a lovely position that allowed Ian to go deeper into her wet warmth. "Ah- ahh- ohh g-god..." Alynia was sobbing out feeling another orgasm just along the horizon.

Her dried tears were meaningless as she rocked herself against Ian with vigor. 'Oh- Oberron... I'm so sorry- I'm so sorry.." She was pleading forgiveness in her mind even though the gasps that escaped her lips spoke of an entirely different story.

Pleasure overwhelmed her senses, making her remorse and dishonor seem numb in comparison. Suddenly, without warning another climax ripped through her. Alynia bit not cry out like before. Instead the queen groaned loudly as she bit her bottom lip sharply, accidently drawing just a bit of blood. The sharp sting of her broken skin was nothing compared to the glass shattering release. So powerful as it ripped through her core it was painful. Ian could notice the shudders that went up her spine, and he could feel as her walls spiraled and clentched down on his rod trying to finish him. Her body was too begging him for mercy.

The time intervals between her orgasms were getting shorter with the increasing sensitivity. Her previously drugged mind had another wave of sudden clarity. Her clit throbbed for unwanted attention as her priceless nectar squirted out making an humilating mess. But Ian did not stop, intact he kept taunting her with the idea of taking her ass.

Alynia squeezed her eyes shut, her lack of response proving Ian's words of painless intercourse to be true. Alynia did not want it. Not up her ass too. The idea of giving up all her sacred holes: her lips, her core, and her ass too, to her demon fiancé made her heart pang with guilt.

But even though she knew her body could not handle so much more, Alynia was not going to scream for him. Not again. Her tired body was going to collapse from exhaustion, her throat was also on fire. But Alynia refused to acquiesce.

"You can't h-hurt me a-any more than you already -ah- have..." She yelped out weakly. Alynia gritted her teeth at her own words, not only understanding the consequences but fully knowing how painful his thick cock would really feel. Alynia was fighting for an empty victory. She was already nothing more than a puppet for Ian to do what he pleased.

"Y-you are n-not my king.." She wheezed out weakly agreeing with him. "AH- an-and you never will be..."