Ian had calculated this well, had she resisted then no doubt the goblins would have her and the only reason why they had not been all over the Queen right now was because of him so displeasing him or walking out meant that she was submitting to the will of the goblins. Either way she was going to be made to give it up. Either the goblins could forcefully take her or she could enjoy some one on one attention with Ian. He was hoping for her choice to be the no brainer of course. Had she gone with the goblin option he probably would just have raped her sometime in the morning before they broke camp. Fortunately he didn't have to think that one though. After he had some Aiwha in his system he was resigned in raping her one way or the other whether she gave in or not though if she fought it was only going to be worse for her in the long run. Not only would it hurt but he would have took what he wanted in the process.

He forced her into the mattress as she attempt to squirm away, full thrusts into that core had pleasure washing over him, pleasure that he struggled to hold back though she could feel him throbbing wildly inside her core.

She sounded sweat and he knew that she was into this. He pressed into her harder and faster adding a grunt into the mix as he exploded once more inside her, his essence going deep inside her though he was not slowed in the least. The wet sounds mixed with the erotic ones spilling from her lips as he took her with ruthless abandon. He was intending to add to that humiliation by having her cum. There was no way that she wouldn't he thought thinking the end result was rather obvious.

And it had not taken much longer for him to get her into this position. Her agony turned into her bliss, the agony of her humiliation was completed as she came for him then and there, pressed to the bed sheets as she was and yet he still had not finished with his fiance. Ironic, she was just that again now though this engagement was much shorter than the original one.

His member pushed into her, thee for he wanted, needed her to cry out. That would stroke his ego nicely as he filled her with himself time and time again. Urgently he desired for this though it was not necessary. He was cumming, he was seeing to his needs so hers did not matter as much. It was inevitable that she would cum. He was that good after all, that confident. He had plenty of women crying out as wantons in the past so why should this be any differing? She lasted a bit longer though he supposed it was due to the fact that she was doing this nightly with the fey King and had managed to suppress this state longer although not for long it seemed.

“Is that a promise, Aly?” Was she challenging him now? His hips slid back from her wet folds as the tip of his member as wet as it were moved up to brush against her rear entrance, his hand smacked against her ass again then rubbed the spot after lancing a stinging sensation through it. She wanted to resist? So be it?

“I've been taking it easy on you because you've been listening,” he smacked her ass a bit harder than before making it jiggle a bit. He smirked as he rubbed the spot for a few seconds then smacked her harder on her rump as he braced for what was to come. He hardly expected her to change her mind though he gave her that chance for old time's sake. This certainly was going to hurt her if he went through with it after all but he didn't care one way or another she was going to be screaming out in either pleasure or pain. It was her choice.

He hover there for effect. “Go ahead, break your word. You and Oberron would still end up leaving you for as King of the Fey how could he remain married to an Oath breaker? You may not be fey but you are in the public eye. It matters not what he himself thinks though tonight you gave him quite the show. But it still comes down to the other fey. Could they still respect you are Queen, a Queen that cannot be trust when she gives her word? I think not.” Ian chuckled a little. “But you are free to see how well that works for you. Maybe you'll get cast out of the castle too, no station, no job title, just a waste or space.”

He smacked her ass again. “But if you don't want to listen to me then you leave me little choice.” He began to press against her ass as if getting ready to fill it but he was going slow enough to allow her to respond first.

She buried her face into the pillow, letting out a sound cry of torn pleasure and dismay as torrents of his speed released inside of her once again. Alynia did not want to be pregnant... That was possibly the very last thing she wanted. She did not know how abortions worked in Llynoria... in fact she wasnt sure they had them at all. So if Ian was to conceive with her, she would have no way out of it.

"I-Ian not inside..!" She gasped out between his unrelenting thrusts. But quite obviously it was too late. Alynia was blushing incredulously. Humiliated to be asking for mercy. "N-Noo- not your kid... Just n-not that." She was moaning helplessly as the broken bed continued to squeak on its springs.

Soft whimpers spilled from her lips as to her surprise and horror Ian slowly and teasingly withdrew from her sweltering core. She mewled and whined at the friction, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Her head turned over her shoulder fearfully, but Alynia was unable to twist herself to a point where she could see him.

Her hips tried to struggle away feeling his thick solid rod line up with her back door entrance, but there was mothing she could do to escape. Alynia sobbed quietly in absolute terror. Though it probably wasnt the smartest idea, her body tensed up in horrible sense of anticipation.

"Y-ou'd take what you want from me, no matter w-what I say!" She groaned out through gritted teeth.

"AH-" she yelped out, lurching foward, as he slapped her behind. Alynia forced herself to take deep breaths trying to ignore the glowing sting as Ian massaged her where she hurt. She hated that it felt good when he touched her like that.

Out of no where, he suddenly struck her again. Alynia, being unprepared, suddenly arched her backside skywards pressing slightly into the tip of his erect shaft. It was just degrading, the way he massaged her. Making sure her backside felt tender and sensitive just before spanking her again.

"Ooww.." She moaned out trying to close her legs and squeezing her thighs together. Her actions were only met with minimal success. Ian member, slick with their conbined juices, still lodged between her faintly pink cheeks, threatening to impale her at any moment.

Alynia tried to shrink away, but there was nothing she could do. In the back of her mind, she knew the only option left was to close her eyes and let Ian have his way with her.

"If O-Oberron won't have me anymore, then you're getting nothing but his scraps! Even then you'll never be my king." She told him, her voice shaking but resolute. Alynia completely understood that her words were even demeaning to herself, but she felt as if she deserved them. She was still destroyed on the inside with guilt.

Her words, not surprisingly, were met with another painful blow and Alynia cried it accordingly. Her backside truly stung, but she had a feeling that pain would not compare to what she would feel soon.

Alynia tried to steady herself, but she couldn't help but whimper as Ian began to apply pressure, trying to slide his way into the tightest of her passages. He was moving at a deliberate slow pace, torturing her senses.

She let out a nerve-ridden shaky breath preparing herself. Alynia's eyes closed with tears at the anticipation of pain. No-no- she didn't want this! Why did it have to turn out this way?

But she couldn't stop herself from saying those words even though she was in no postion to voice any such thoughts. "Even if you take me there, Oberron has already beaten you to it. You'll just be second. You only will ever be second."

If she fell pregnant so be it. It was not his concern though he had no knowledge of it himself Mead could be used as a morning after pill up to one week after conception. It worked for a week so she was in no danger … yet … Ian with his limited knowledge on how things actually worked thought that Mead was only effective while drank. In any case he was going to take her off the stuff. It was not as if the goblins used it or even had the fey drink. The only one at the Warrens that had any knowledge about it was their other prisoners and Marsten. He himself had misunderstood how it worked but falling pregnant next week was very possible. A week after she would be stuck with the consequences so she had two weeks from now to get Mead back in her system.

But neither one of them understood that fully. For Alynia, how it worked wasn't as important as it working. For Ian, he was so confident in the potency of his seed had ignored this, conveniently forgetting about things because his own arrogant belief that things did not apply to him.

“Yes, Aly, inside. I want Oberron to have some physical evidence of how you were defiled so he can never forgive you,” he boasted after her plea. He filled her up, not wasting a drop as his potent seed filled her. Yup, fey looking to conceive avoided mead but their fertility rates were so low that even then it was tough to conceive even with drinks like R'alla that increased one's potency … neither knew of that drink yet. For Alynia she and Oberron were not at the stage where Oberron was one it, fairly counter productive while she was still drinking Mead. And Ian was at the Warrens where potency was hardly an illusion, it seemed that pregnancy was as easy amongst the goblins as catching a cold. They almost always feel pregnant if not so already.

“Not true, Aly. I said I wouldn't touch you unless you touched me first. I was rather surprised by the effect of the wine, actually but believe what you wish, you and I both know the truth of the matter.” He chuckled as she tensed up at the feel of his throbbing, moist member pressed to her rear. It seemed as if he were not done tormenting her mentally and wanted her to anticipate what was to come unless …. well, that all depended on her really, he'd have no problem with it either way.

He spanked her rump, grinning as she lurched forward, grinning more as his hand strolled over the region he just spanked. He knew that she enjoyed the touch as she eased back into her hand then.

So, she wasn't relaxing and making it tougher for him. A tighter passage greeted him, her ass point up towards him as he grinned and smacked her again, watching her ass jiggle and sway as he smacked her again and again. His very tip lodged within that tight ass. It was like having a foot wedging a door opened … she could not hope to close the door now and was totally at his mercy as to what happened next and when.

A smirk touched his lips at her defiance. “Hear that Oberron? She's going to brake an oath … he's probably not listening but I'm sure an aid is and will later tell him. You just made this so much easier, Aly. Oberron isn't going to mount a rescue now, no doubt from hence forth he is washing his hands of you so now you're all alone in Llynoria. I wouldn't be surprised if you were ostracized by the fey too!”

He chuckled. He knew a fair amount of the fey from Marsten after all. He smacked her again then applied pressure slowly drawing out her anguish as he delved deeper inside her ass.

Oh that stung. His eyes grew darker, an even more sadistic side coming forth as he answered the challenge. “IS THAT SO!” He drew back from her ass then forcing her to her back and having to slap her a few times as he tied her arms back up.

He backed away to the chest and dug through it again getting out a dagger. He took the time to sterilize it by lighting a torch. Then after the guards came to check on the smoke they had been dismissed again.

“Now Aly,” there was a malicious glint to his eyes now. “If I can't be the first then I'll simple have to make a new hole. Where would you like it? I'm sure Marsten or Zog can do something with their necromancy to keep the wound forever open too. Where would you like it, or should I surprised you? Then I will play with that new hole and fuck you senseless there! Then you'll never forget your first time.”

There was a sinister laugh. No way, he was, serious? The malicious look in his eyes, the anger on his face. The way he was appraising her as if determining just where to carve her up in ways that would certainly hurt more than taking him anally …

Alynia's defenseless behind was stained pink where Ian struck her. She moaned and whined in agony, her body was rigid as she tried to combat the heating pain of his hand spanking her soundly. Every time he paused to give her a firm but strangely soothing massage, her body relaxed slightly only to tense up again as he hit her with no clemency.

It was only made worse by the fact that his monster sized shaft was slowly easing itself into her tightest forbidden passage. It took a careful mixture of coaxing and force to even shove his tip inside of her. There was no possible way she could do this, not when she was so unwilling to accept him. Alynia feared that he might rip her in half!

Alynia did not respond to the taunts, perhaps she would have if she wasnt too busy concentrating on averting pain. Her eyes squeezed shut as she gnawed on her bottom lip. Those hands of her clutched to the sheets and pillow for dear life. If Ian couldn't tell how tensed up she was from the crushing tightness of her ass, then he could see how stiff the arch of her back was.

"N-No.. Oh please no..." She was whispering under her breath in a futile mantra, a hopeless prayer.

Even she didnt expect it to work at this point, especially as he slowly began to sheathe the rest of his rod into her crushing oblivion. Naturally, he did not relent on continuing to spank her aswell.

Normally, Alynia took a poorly concealed pleasure when her husband, her real husband, swatted her behind. Oberron knew how hard he had to bit to make the knowin sting resonate, but he was just playful enough for her to get bashful about it. Now, gone was the warmth and the tenderness of even the harshest blow. Now it just hurt.

But she couldn't wriggle her hips in fear of increasing any kind of friction. She could only cry out and whimper, feelig helpless and abused. Tears of utter agony prickled her cheeks.

It was all this growing and pent up pain and frustration at her situation that instigated her out cry, and to be frank it effected Ian much more deeply that she would have thought.

Alynia let out a shriek of pain as Ian's voice bellowed. He gave no thought of how tender her ass must have felt as he pulled out abruptly.

"Oww..!" Alynia shrieked, her behind wriggling in pain. Now being freed of his meat, one of her hands reached back hopefully trying to rub her pink stinging bottom.

He was angry, it took a stimpleton not to realize that. He wrenched her onto her back and with her head much clearer from the wine with the inducement of pain and the many climaxes she fought back. Ian did not hesitate to hit her until Alynia was reluctantly still.

"No! Ian- stopp!" She was protesting wih fervor as she strained her hands against the ropes once again. Her body writhed as she tried to pull away, digging her coarse bonds into the soft skin of her wrists.

Her sensitive ass stung and felt uncomfortable scooting back and forth against the anything but soft matteress below her.

Ian stood up, proud and naked as ever, as he dug into the dreadful chest once more. Alynia's tear stained eyes went wide as this time he pulled out a wicked looking blade. She listened, petrified with fear and obviously confused. But slowly his terrible terrible words sunk in.

The reaction was intense. "IAN! T-THAT'S S-SICK! DISGUSTING! Y-YOU CAN'T!" She was screetching using all of her feeble strength to pull against that rope. Her cum soaked legs kicked in his direction, as if trying to ward him away. Alynia's mind was frantic trying to allow her body to flee to no succes.

Her energy was short lived, as she laid panting against the pillow with her arms strung over her head. Those lovely breasts heaved. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the fallen queen realized that there was nothing she could do to help herself.

Her next move was begging, reasoning with him. "I-an please d-don't.... Y-you said you wouldn't hurt me. You really did. There's no point in t-this..." Her shameless pleading only hastened as Ian ran the blade of the dagger through the orange flame.

Tears poured from her eyes, and even though Alynia was at her worst she looked beautiful. His future wife, her thighs coated in his massive amount of semen. Did he really want to do this? Her whimpers did not cease even as a few goblins peeked inside seeing a wisp of smoke from the tent. How humilating this was for Alynia as Ian's eyes gleamed with malicious intent.

She had never wanted someone dead so badly in her life. Alynia's brown eyes peered into his. She looked so innocent and pure. So sad and pitiful, could he really convince him to hurt her?

"N-no Ian, I beg of you. Anything but this... Please don't h-hurt me like this..." She sobbed as the poor girl regretted her words.

Her reactions had been a delight as she moved this way and that against his smacks that had filled the air of the tent. He smile at that knowing that she was at his mercy, that she could not hope to get away from him. At first he keeps he on edge, rubbing her before spanking her with a whim. There had been no rhyme or reason to it of course, he just did it haphazardly so that she did not get use to when she was being struck and could only anticipate that she would be struck.

Ian pressed forward, the very tip of his body captured within her ass. He was barely inside her and he was about ready to sweep forth and fill her, not caring as he swept inside here. If she was so unwilling he would just ram himself straight in and made her feel certain that it was mot her King back there.

Fried she was able to reach her earrings now and call Oberron or Corte of both her but how could she call either now? How could she be saved, would any seek to save her know hearing what they had? Doubtful.

With her words though he pulled back from her. No caring, no tenderness as he did so. He was glaring down at her though standing behind her he could not see her tears though he had suspected them. He was planning on hurting her, spurned on greater by her words though he was sick in following in other foot steps … well I being reminded of just that aspect of life …

She was turned over and struck until she was over powered. Ian did not care about the sting to her ass or worse. He was incensed and now planned on teaching her a lesson for her constant reminding. She might have gotten off far easier if she had only kept her mouth shut. But she just had to spurn him on.

He had not been listening to her of course. She struggled against her bonds but it was useless. She was stuck now and he knew it. His grin was malicious as he glared down at her then. A smile touched his lips as he gazed at her pale flesh which wouldn't be so perfect in short order. Not when he was through with her that was.

Ian grinned at the abject terror that she was feeling as he turned over the wicked implement in his hands. “Yes, Aly, I will be the first. As disgusting as it may be you will have no doubts as it being your first time.

“Shall I tare open your cheek, somewhere on her abdomen? A model with a gash on her cheek … I suppose I won't cut you there yet … for a price of course, but we'll save that for later, shall we?”

“No point?” He scoffed. “I was content in you screaming out my name but you are so obviously alone. Your King would be hear now if he desired to free you. It is apparent that he has discarded you, I'm sure you're not too tough to locate.

“But since I cannot be your first and you're so obviously going to bring that up. Brake your word about marrying me too, Aly, not that you have too much choice there. I wasn't going to hurt you, not until you derided to be a fucking bitch about things.”He studied her for a moment as if inspecting where to make the cut. He grinned a little at her words though as he regard the abject terror she was in. She was going to be his plaything for some time now.

Ian pondered a bit as he turned the blade over in his hand, looking at her as he thought. “Fine. You change your mind I cut? Is that clear? Now there are a few things I want you to do for that honor, resist and I will not hesitate in cutting you, Aly. Understand? You will marry me but we will start off simply. I want to hear you bark like a dog. Loud.” He was still turning the blade over in his hands as he watched her for a response.

Alynia could not trust herself to speak again, how deeply she regretted her outburst too. Once again, she was bared before him. Her soft skin completely exposed to this demon.

Tortured she had been, but never threatened and abused like this. "P-please stop this Ian... No- m-more." She moaned quietly twisting her head side to side. But her actions changed from reluctance to defeat as her fiancé brandished he knife.

She was far back the point of return. Her eyes, glistening with crystalline tears, widened at his request. No his command... She hesitated but her eyes drifted from his terrifying grin to the blade he turned in his hands.

"Arf-!" She barked, a high pitch yelp sounding fit for a pocket sized terroir. But at the moment Alynia could not do any better. "A-arf! arf!" Alynia barked obediently.

Her cheeks flushed a brilliant scarlet with humilation. Truly a lovely tint of red. What had she been degraded to? Alynia wanted to crawl under an overturned rock, and perhaps stay there for the rest of her life. But she couldn't. She was bound naked to the frame of the collapsed bed covered in evidence of her sin and her betrayal.

What had she done to deserve this? Alynia had loved Oberron with all of her heart, so why did fate bring the devil back to haunt her? Ian was tearing her into little pieces and he was enjoying it. Alynia never knew how sick minded he really was.

There was a throb in her chest, an indescribable gripping pain knowing that Ian had not only hurt her but also the people she cherished.

Oberron too had been nothing but a saint to her. Overwhelming her with love, and his undivided attention. He showered her with affection. The way he held her close and kissed her. The blissful warmth of her king seemed almost too good to have been true. Her heart fluttered at just the memory.

Oberron encouraged and teased her. He never forced her to do anything she did not end up enjoying. He gave her dresses, shoes, jewelry...

Suddenly her heart skipped a beat. Jewelry... Those earrings! If she could convince him to untie her... She could still escape. Corte... Oberron could save her... unless they really had witnessed her shameful promise... She couldn't think of that now. Not when this was her last chance.

Alynia peered up at Ian, pleading silently for what he probably interpreted as mercy.

He had once again managed to strip her down with apparent ease. He delighted in stripping her down like this, making her completely vulnerable beneath the weight of his gaze. Ian was cruel and even in her Shadow he had always known how to get what he had wanted such as now. If one angel did not work he would try another equally despicable option.

It had been a wonder that she was able to hold out for so long on her Shadow. Ian had been determined there as well, at times more so knowing that she was a virgin though it was indeed rare that she had been left alone with him for long so that certainly helped matters.

Ian was pleased now as she realize her place. He could do anything short of killing her. Marsten wanted her alive for whatever reason not that he had decided that he was going to disappoint her.

His grin broadened at the sound, still twirling the dagger in his hand as he debated. “A big dog. Let's hear it.” He continued his torment of her feeling this glow of power that he lord over her.

He watched her carrying out his commands for it was obvious that she was not going to defy him now given the consequences that he spelt out. His member throbbed with renewed excitement as he watched her bound body do what it could to prevent this. Had he wanted too he could have made this hurt … bad.

Smeared in the evidence of her sin Ian could feel his cock throbbing even harder at he looked upon her, lusts on his eyes though this time their was no Aiwha behind it. He wanted her alright, especially now, though her defeat had not been complete of course. He had believed that it was but there were the faint glimmer of hopefulness the next time that she manages to freer herself. He had believed that it was but there were the faint glimmer of hopefulness the next time that she manages to free herself.

He leans down resting on his knees. He runs the dagger against her body, teasing as he strokes the flat of it against her pale skin. Now that she is restrained again it is impossible for her not to consider the earrings. But if this was anything to go by ….

Last time he released her she had been so full of the aphrodisiacs that it might be difficult for her to get him to release her as he had before, then again what did she have to loose now? Ian was getting more depraved, dangerously so.

He set the dagger down, grinned then let his hands fall to her knees opening her back up. His eyes focus on the wet gash that is her sex for a moment, a grin spreading across his lips as he scoots up closer upon his knees.

Ian was quiet hard, quite ready and it took him little time in fitting himself back against her sweltering folds. Just the tip pressing back inside her, unconcerned that not long before he had penetrated her ass with himself if only barely.

“Now, Aly, I want to hear you scream out my name!” Swiftly he plunged his hips forward filling her back up with that sudden thrust back into her core accentuated by a deep groan as he did so.

Without any more protection, no defense from his advances, it was only inevitable Ian would claim her. There was no way he could have gotten to her while she was under her father's protection and even less of a chance to doso while she remained by Oberron's side. But now, with her two guardians out of the picture, Ian had nothing to stop him from taking what he believed was rightfully his in the first place.

So he stripped her of her clothing first, then her dignity as he forced her to bark like a dog. Ian continued to play with the wicked looking blade. The unexpected skill with the knife intimidated her, it scared her that Ian seemed to know what he was doing. The way he was grinning at her feeble attempts made her quiver in dreadful apprehension.

She complied quickly as he demanded her to try again as it appeared her yelps did not satisfy him. Alynia shut her eyes with embarresment barked again. But truly it was no better than the first time. "A-arf! Arf!" She yelped out keen on avoiding his weapon. The sounds she made were still timid, noises belonging to a scared puppy than any sort of dog. But honestly, did he expect her to do any better?

A rosy blush painted her cheeks, she felt ashamed and humilated. At the same time her heated pounded with panic, Alynia never sat too well with blood. Especially when it was her own.

Her eyes opened to meet his intense lustful gaze. She whimpered and cowered in response. Little did Alynia know how much Ian got off on power. He was a control freak, and currently she was giving him everything he wanted. Bending to his commands like a slave.

Alynia tugged weakly against her bonds as she tried to sink into the mattress. Anywhere away from those wandering eyes. Her exposed body, already tainted with his markings, lied so enticingly before him. She pressed her thighs together self consciously averting her abashed expression.

Trying to pretend Ian wasnt there was simply foolish. His eyes trailed freely along her slender form, stretched and bound for him to use as he pleased. What a figure she had too. Curves in just the right places. Her bountiful breasts heaved, he could see light bruises forming on her hips from the strength of his grip. So delicate and pure, she would be a perfect sex slave for him.

But there was still hope, those earrinfs were her last resort. Unfortunately it was difficult to concentrate on any hope of escape as he was prepared to slice her up. Still her hands worked at those tight bindings. If she could just get free...

Alynia cried out sharply as the cold steel of the blade ran along her skin. Her eyes pressed shut thinking that Ian would cut her. Thankfully he didnt as he stroked her with the flat end of his dagger. Alynia shook with fear.

A gasp of relief escaped her lips as the dagger clattered on the ground. She would be wound free for now. Her small comfort was short live as Ian placed his large hands on her knees, hungrily prying her legs apart.

To her horror he took a second to take in the sight of her moist flower. She tried to close her thighs again wanting to avoid the humilation, but it was no use. Ian's strength was far superior to hers so there was nothing she could do as he fitted the fat tip of his shaft inside of her sex.

She hissed in disagreement, "N-no please- no more!" Alynia was pleading. She was so sore from this continuous ramming... So humiliated too... But he just wasn't going to stop! "I can't, Ian- oh god- I can't anymore!"

She barely made out his words, right before Ian surged his hips foward punctuating her rape with a groan. Alynia was taken by surprise at the suddenly introduced feeling of being once again stuffed full of his thick cock.

"I-IANNN!!" She shrieked out arching her chest toward him and throwing her head back with reluctant passion.

It hurt. No, she didn't want this... But what choice did she have? Alynia's body tried to reject him, squeezing down on his staff trying to force him out. This only increased the friction and magnified her pleasure. Alynia blinked her teary eyes shut, trying to concentrate on quelling the erotic squeals pouring from her lips.

"N-no- Uhhh- Ian- I - ahh- don't w-want this!" She cried out between his impressive thrusts. "S-stop! Ah- stop! Pleasee!"

The guardians gone, Ian had savored this as he took her with considerable patience. Rather than submit to his lusts right away he had take great pleasure in breaking her d9wn to this point knowing that there were going to be no interruptions that would stop him this time though.

He assailed her sensibilities now. Her clothing had been gone, now it was her pride. While he had been content with breaking her down as he had but she wanted to keep tossing it in his face that he wasn't going to be the first, that he was always going to follow in Oberron's footsteps. But she was not so smug now! Now she had pissed him off. Now she had been on the brink of terror where she ought to be for Ian did not care in the least.

A grin slipped over his features as she barked again. His eyes locked with her brown ones. "Really? You call that a bark? Again. Louder!” He was aware that she could do no better but he wanted her to fee his displeasure being left to wonder about her fate. So he waits until she submits again as the dagger sweeps against her very flesh. All the while he had been hard and throbbing. He was clearly turned on by this. So it was a third time that he had her doing this. He doubted that she would do much better than her previous attempts but it was auxillerating to have this sort of power of her.

Such a perfect sight laid before him but really, how she sought to shrink away from him now had been contrary to what they did. The evidence all their on the canvas of her body generating a smirk upon his lips as she tried to keep him distant in some fashion.

Too late, it was far too late for that especially after he had already had her, especially after the smart tone she had been using. He was not about to let her off that easy! Though the power trip had him borderline in carving out his little hole and being a trailblazer rather than a pioneer following in the wake of someone else.

“Perfect, Aly. You will make an excellent bride. Perhaps I won't have to carve you up if you continue to be obedient?” He smirked again as he took in the delights of her flesh.


Another grin at her cry. It was so delicious to his ears. The way that she responded as the flat of the cold metal pressed against her. He moved it against her flesh expertly and it was soon obvious that he had some experience with having done this before as he did not even knick her as he moved the implement against her breasts and over her nipples.

He smiled at her abject fear, clearly stimulated even further as he throbbed against her closed thighs. It wouldn't be long before he attempted to pry them apart. Her sex, admired briefly, felt good as he pressed back inside her. Just the tip at first as he topped against the warmth of that moist body.

“Do you think I care Aly? Why don't you tell me I won't be the first to fuck you into unconsciousness?” He smirked as if he were daring her to say some such thing. The dagger was not all that far away after all and she would pay if he had to leave the chalice of her body before he was ready to. He pushed deeper inside her, throbbing against those wet walls as he did so.

His hips surged forward though her struggles just made this feel better as he filled her whimpering body. He was beyond caring what she wanted and she could plead all she wanted but he wasn't listening. “I'm going to fuck you into unconsciousness. Maybe I'll be the first one to screw you to death, but not tonight Aly, not until after we are wed.”

Alynia knew she could do no better than she ready was, but she tried. It hurt her even more in that she could tell he was loving it. Ian savored her obedience. He thrived in the rush of power and she was giving him exactly what he had wanted for so long.

"ARF- a-ARF!" She yelped out. Certainly she was louder than her previous attempts, but sounding no where near any other dog than a lap pup. It didn't really matter. Even Alynia was beginning to understand Ian didn't intend for her to sound like a dog. He wouldn't care what she did, as long as it was humilating.

The fact she let him do that to her was a source of shame in itself. But what choice did she have?

Her head shook slightly at his words. Alynia did not want to be his perfect bride. But the other option of Ian using that knife for anything more than a threat seemed just as terrifying.

Her breath caught in her throat as the blade continued to caress her soft skin. A quiet gasp escape her lips as she felt the cool metal edge press against her breasts. Alynia waited for the sudden prick, a sting of some sort as the blade would bite into her skin, but it never came.

Ian just wanted to scare her, and without a doubt it was working. Her arms had given up trying to rip free of those ropes. Tears had dried on her face as if she had no more left to cry. Alynia still whined softly as Ian pressed her knees apart, splaying her open causing her face to glare up.

She winced noticeably as Ian pressed the bulbous tip of himself into her tight passage. Alynia's hips twisted uncomfortably, her knees forced open on either sides of his hips. A moan of quiet agony slipped her lips.

She felt so weak and increasingly vulnerable as she was shifted into the perfect position for him to fuck her again.

It hurt, her flower ached already from merciless pounding. Alynia did not want to go through that again. She sobbed softly at his words, shaking her head in reluctance. Ian just refused to let her free. Unconsciousness could not come soon enough. Alynia did not want to bear witness to her own rape any longer. But being fucked until that state was unthinkable. Surely even Ian would be thoroughly satisfied before then.

Alynia didn't trust herself to respond to him. She but her lip to try and stifle her cries. Could Ian accomplish such a feat? Alynia truly didn't want to find of if whether he was telling the truth. Oberron had never forced her to go through with that, he'd threaten to occasionally... And it wasnt that her king couldn't. Alynia had been pushed close to unconscious too many times to count, but Oberron showed mercy when he knew she really couldn't handle it anymore. God, she missed him.

Her wistful thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Ian filled her in one rough thrust. The girl cried out appropriately to his rough pace. Her walls, stretched tight around his cock could feel him pulsating with desire. "Ahh- No! God pleaseeee!" She was begging him through the pain. But Ian would not heed. Alynia struggled, but only to a minimal. Everyone of her small movements hurt her and pleased him. Ian didn't deserve that kind of sick pleasure.

Alynia shook her head not at all liking what she heard. "Ian- ah! - sto-p this! I-don-t want that!" She sobbed out. Her future had never looked so bleak. Endless nights of this kind of abuse awaited her. What could Alynia do to escape this? Her hands bound and her legs forced apart. Her throat bruned. Her vision blurry through tears. Her core forced to accept again and again this unpleasant, no, painful intrusion.

"Ahh-h!!" Alynia moaned out hopelessly as these sounds were torn from her lungs. "Stop... Oh s-stop.. please.." She cried quietly. "N-o more! Ahh!!"

Ian was indeed delighting in the fact that he had so much power over her now. Struggle as she wanted she could not get free. She was thoroughly restrained and indeed she was going nowhere anytime soon.

The attempt for her to free herself just wasn't going to happen regardless of how hard she tried and he laughed at her attempt to do so now.

She was getting it now and his grin deepened. It hadn't mattered what she sounded like as long as it was degrading. Right now though she had an audience of one though there wasn't a doubt that he goblins standing guard heard though neither investigated the sound thankfully though they would have found the Queen in such a humiliating state.

“That's it, Aly. Bark like the dog you are!” Ian laughed. “After all a bitch lays with any dog despite obligations, loyalty or ownership. But now, Aly, your my bitch.”

He wasn't giving his bride to be any real means of objecting though if she wanted to avoid that knife then she knew better. She had angered him once already to the point that he nearly used that knife, fortunately this amused him more than carving her up as he got to humble the Queen a bit.

He tormented here with that blade a little longer, getting her to fear what was coming. It was as if he were goading her to say something or perhaps he wanted to hear her plead even more. Whatever the case he grinned a little before discarding the blade in lieu of having a bit more fun with her.

He seemed to know he mind though as she figured he would be satisfied before she passed out. “If I even suspect you're faking I'll stab you with that dagger to wake you. If I pass out first then who will order the goblins not to take advantage of our latest prisoner. Whether I do it or the goblins … well, one way or another you will be fucked into unconsciousness,

She had better hope he was capable of doing this for the alternative of being gang banged by all the goblins and wargs of the camp could be rather daunting.

Ian did not care as to how sensitive she was. He simply anted more as he pressed into that molten core with a grunt. Humbling someone also got him this excited, well more than a little for he was already throbbing with want, with need.

Whether he deserved it or not he was getting this sick sort of pleasure. The more she hurt the more pleasure he received as she felt him thrust inside her core. Thick and hard he filled her with a passion, pressing into her folds.

It was sweet to hear her pleas, to hear her begging though he was having none of that shit!

“Aly, it no longer matters what you want!”

He thrust into her quicker, harder forcing her to endure him as he took her both hard and fast. “Stop? Why when I can be a trailblazer and people will have to follow after me, unless you care to tell me that Oberron has already done this to you.” He gloated as he continues to vigorous thrust into her despite her pleas.

Alynia gasped softly as his hips met with hers. Her head rolled back as she mewled. Torn between agony and pleasure, she no longer had the breath to properly moan. But just because her throat seared with pain didn't mean she was quiet. She whined and twisted beneath him.

Those chocolate brown eyes already rimmed with tears blinked with worry. She had given in to this torture to avoid the filthy hands of the rest of the inhabitants of the camp. Now Ian was threatening to throw her into their clutches. Alynia wondered if she had given herself to the goblins whether they would have been done with her by now.

Alynia was quick nodded her head obediantly with a squeak of terror. Ian didn't seem like he was joking, he would kill her if she gave him the reason to! She hadn't planned on trying to fake it, and now more than ever. In fact hearing this particular threat her hips began to buck weakly against his.

She was surprisingly tight even after years of marriage but it wasnt difficult for her to accept Ian to the root. Alynia was so wet and still coated with his seed. She could feel him so deep inside, every thrust impossibly deeper than the last. Her walls involuntarily clentched and unclentched around him. She felt over heated and sore, every nerve of her body screamed for relief.

Alynia called out sharply as Ian decided to pick up his pace just as she begged him to stop. "N-no! You don't have to- ah- be a trailblazer!" She cried raspily. "No ones taken me- l-like this before!" Alynia wheezed out with difficulty. "Not like -ah t-this..."

She wasnt lying. No one had taken her this forcibly before. No one had ever bitterly raped her like this. Gersham had tricked her into a similar state, making her think she was acting upon her own will. But atleast he was not aiming to hurt her. Gersham wanted to harm her husband, but Ian had it out only for her.

Ian was worse, even worse than that dreaded Black Prince. Her words were of spite, but she let Ian interpret them as he wished.

"You can s-stop..." She coaxed. "You were t-the first to take me- s-so... roughly..." Alynia pleaded trying to stroke his ego while spilling these partial truths.

"Ahh-" Alynia's eyes fluttered shut as he did not even falter with his vigorous pace within her. It just seemed that her torture would not end.

Her soft pink tipped breasts bounced enticingly in time with his agonizing pace. Alynia lifted her hips of slightly, coaxing him to atleast ram into her sweet spot. Perhaps if he just could find that spot she could get some pleasure out of this.... "OH-!" She cried out suddenly caught off gaurd as she angled herself so he slammed himself hard against her g-spot.

Deep punishing thrusts followed clearly meant to make her realize just what she had been missing out in all this time! He filled her with authority bringing both pleasure and pain to her at the same time. He was not gentle with her, he was not her King, though it was oddly pleasant at the same time for despite that roughness he was far more experience than she despite her marathon sessions with her husband.

The goblins would probably be still tormenting her. While they wouldn't have wasted time with words there were a lot of them and while dealing with a few at a time the others would recover again after filling her or covering her with their sticky seed. Oh, chances may have been good that she would still be tormented by them again and again.

At least Ian was only one person even if his stamina was far greater than a typical goblin's. He delighted in her torment though as he filled her repeatedly with himself. She twisted and mewled beneath him and he knew that she was caught up in the throes of passion even if he was already throbbing inside her on the cusp of filling her once more with himself. He grunted, his eyes screwing shut for a moment though as they opened he set his lips upon her own in a hungry kiss strangling their gasps together as he drove into her relentlessly.

She was coming into her own soon enough though as he gazed at her after she nodded in understanding. Her hips press against her own she was getting into this! She knew that he was not kidding, that he would in fact kill her.

Well, that was not precisely true … not yet anyway. He had so much time to torment her! Perhaps after he had tormented her some more and had no further use for her but in that time she was going to wed him and give him an heir.

The way she was tight around him, the way that she squeezed his invading member made this all worth while! He was about to loose his hold on reality! His eyes pressed closed again as he drove into her to the root forcing her to take him deep and hard as his hips pressed against hers.

“Gawd, Aly, so fucking tight.”

Of course Ian was cocky enough to interpret those words in the sense that she was enjoying this, how could she not be? He gazed down at her and watched her reaction. He did not expect a lie only because he was so self assured of himself.

Glancing at her then he considered … “I don't know A-Aly.” He gasped. “Sadly it looks as if the goblins will have to finish up, or at least give me a bit of a break until I recover enough!” His hips ride over her own in that moment.

He gripped those breasts pressing them together as he squeezed … God he was close so close. She angled her hips and he kept slamming into her as he urgently filled her each time slamming against that g-spot, his eyes pressing closed as a torrent of his seed flowed into her core. He slowed then stopped, a hand patting her face as he drew out of her, a trail of cum joining their bodies for the moment at least until that strand dissolved.

He continued to throb, cumming on her then after affixing his pants he wondered back over to the chest and rummaged around. She could see one of the Calling Stones in his hands but set it aside taking out another bottle of Aiwha and pouring a single drink before heading back over to her with the drink.

“You sounded parched. Here, drink this and I won't give you over to the goblins. Refuse and we have no such deal. So what's it going to be?” He held the goblet to her lips. He was going to release her and what he was doing now seemed to indicate that he was not through with her yet.

Alynia tried to shy away as Ian meshed his lips against hers in a dominating kiss. With no other choice, she drank in the taste of his wine scented breath. Her hands clawed at the air with no avail as she moaned into his mouth, gasping erotically in response to his thick member continuously piercing her folds. He did not relent, if possible he went faster and deeper.

Alynia recognized he was close, on the brink of blowing his load. She could feel him throbbing, pulsing with life as he continued to pound her slick sex. Ian only increased his pace forcing soft high pitched squeals to pour from her throat. She blinked her lust-hazed eyes, watching as euphoria washed over Ian's expression. His eyes pressed shut with pleasure Alynia did not wish to provide him.

Mercilessly, he filled her to the hilt again and again. Tipping back and forth between the borderline of pain and ectasy, it's a wonder she was able to hold on for so long.

"O-oh G-godd!" Alynia called out throwing her head against the pillow arching her back with lust. Angling herself at just that right position had her wheezing and crying out with every thrust. With his new found energy, the poor girl was writhing beneath him. "A-ahh! R-right ther-e!" She moaned once again getting lost in the moment.

Her form quivered with anticipation, tightening around him deliciously. "N-no... Oh god no..." She was moaned to herself, trying to convince herself not to want this. She was so easily manipulated. She was an easy target and a nubile plaything for anyone who wanted her. Alynia hated how defenseless she was. Leaving Oberron's side just once had lead to this.

Alynia bit her lip to conceal a timely cry of bliss as Ian groaned out how tight she felt around him. She didn't want to hear it, but couldn't help but blush at his words. Her petname falling from his cursed lips as he invaded another man's temple. It was sinful in everyway. But her inner walls trying to reject him from he body created such intense friction, it was difficult for even Alynia to deny he felt so good moving within her.

Ian's eyes opened to meet with hers. Those brown orbs so meek and desperate. Silently pleading with all her might not the goblins too. She couldn't handle so much abuse.

"A-H!" A sharp yelp sounded in his ears as both of his hands reached up seizing her soft bouncing breasts. Alynia's head jerked from side to side as he massaged those orbs carelessly. Her mounds felt sore and tender as he pressed them together only to emphasize her deep inviting cleavage.

It hit her without warning. Another mind shattering climax ripped through her as a tidal wave. Her back arched like a bridge as her mouth stetched wide in a tell tale expression of a silent scream. Her eyes squeezed shut as she also felt his seed flow together with hers, she had no strength to beg him to pull out. It was probably too late anyway.

Alynia let out a sigh as he pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch of his warm shaft completely coated with their juices. She clentched her teeth togeher in response as he fired the remainer of his salty load onto her flat stomach. Afterwards he stood, drinking in the sight of her limp cum soaked body for only a second before returning to that chest.

She saw the stones, and Alynia threw her head back with disgust for herself. Her eyes shut in shame and guilt as she had climaxed again along with a man who was not at all her king. Over the sound of her pounding heart she could hear the sound of him pouring a liquid, and Alynia felt like she had a pretty good idea of what it was.

When he gave her the choice, there was only a second of hesitation before she accepted the sweet drink. Quenching her thirst and reignited her arousal. Hadnt he humilated her enouh? Alynia drank the entire contents of the goblet with no questions asked reminding herself that his dagger did not sit so far away.

He forced that kiss out of her. Those moans spilling into his mouth though they had been somewhat muffled as he continued on with his unrelenting assault of her body, filling her with himself as he plunged within the sore chalice of her body, driving his earlier release even deeper inside her.

Whether she wanted to or not it was beyond her ability to control his pleasure as Ian simply took what he desired. His hips showing no signs of stopping even as she witnessed those familiar themes, his eyes closing, the throbbing of his member as it pulsed against the walls of her tight passage.

He had continued to fill her as she squealed out. It did not occur to him that she was lost in the moment, he just reckoned that it was a natural process of things, that he was that good in the sack that such a state was inevitable.

Still he complied with her wishes, that thickness sweeping through the folds of her passage, hitting that g-spot time and time again. Her body tightened against his as he drove her to greater ecstatic highs. He groaned deliciously against the response of her body, his eyes pressing tighter as he felt his member throb even quicker now as it pulsed against those tight walls that squeezed against his length without her say so. It was as if her body was betraying her with how good this was feeling. Perhaps it was because it had felt so different? Perhaps it was because Ian knew what she really liked, that he had easily figured this out as he assailed her with himself? Whatever the case she could not blame this effect on the Aiwha wine and he was not about to let her either given the way he pounded into her, that she was going to know that she was fucked good and hard come morning if not sooner.

He saw the terror flash through her eyes and it was apparent that she had been in abject fear at the goblins and what they were capable of. She looked so lovely as panicked as she was though her meek gaze told him that there was not a thing she could do to stop him should he wish just that!

Poor, poor Aly. You shouldn't have betrayed me.

It was too late, even if he wanted too. He filled her with that delicious warmth. He flooded her chamber with his essences. Each throb inside her filled her passage even more.

It had taken him a moment to cast his gaze over her, pleased thus far with the state that he reduced her to though it was only a moment that he looked her over. Walking to the chest it was an intentional move that let her see the Calling Stone so she was aware that he was not bluffing though he rummaged around a bit before extracting another bottle of Aiwha. He poured another glass then approached, a small smirk on his lips as he did so.

Oh, he was certainly not finished with here!

“Good girl, now swallow it all. Don't waste any of it. I don't have more than a few bottles of this stuff.” He waited until she drank it, picking up the dagger soon there after then driving it down suddenly near her head into the mattress. He then gripped her by the chin sealing his lips against her own once more, a hand sliding down her side.

He then moved securing her legs again then he stood up. He grinned at her, flicked her clit briefly then grinned again. “I'll send the goblins in.” He left her there with a laugh though she would not see her again that evening. He took up his Calling Stone. Nor did any goblins come to see her either. Perhaps she was sort of craving one or two or even all of them once the Aiwha took effect. But she was left that way until morning until Bug entered sometime in the morning, the large black skinned goblin was bleary eyed and it was obvious that he was like most goblins active primarily at night so he coming early morning and she having encountered him the night before told her that he was up late for a goblin.

“Do not try anything. If you do, you'll forfeit your life.” That sentence in goblin though the word forfeit was in fey, their were no words that were the same in the goblin tongue when several simpler ones did. This told her that Bug was of at least average intelligence with him using bigger words than most other goblins would have considered using. The large Shadow goblin untied her then used one of the cords of rope to bind her wrists unless of course she rested the attempt.