section 1 : Her Capture

All she saw was dark, all she felt was the nothingness in her hair whipping the tendrils around her face as the flash beating of mighty wings hurt her ears. The in conclusion thing she saw was the dancing of a fire in the heart of the forest where she had set up coterie after running away from nursing home. Ever since she had discovered her parent’s plans to sell her to the top executive, she had been plotting her escape. As the first cleaning lady born with soul bound Arcana in chiliad of years they knew she’d bring a hefty terms. Only the substantial of Dragonborns were bred in the natural essence of Arcane magic, the new King being the in conclusion livelihood Cosmic Dragon, wouldn’t let this chance pass by to bear an inheritor to continue his rule.

Elva shivered in the clutches of his giant talons that held her tightly, both from the cold and fear of what was to come. Just barely xviii, her might had not yet awakened. She heard rumor of how you could hale the Awakening ; extreme mental, strong-arm and aroused trauma, at least that’s what the old text said. How much the true there was to that, she was none the wiser. She bit her lip anxiously, and the tear that leaked from her eyes dried on her cheek before they could fall.

They traveled for what seemed like hr before she could find his quick descent to the ground, her stomach rolled at the quick landing and she swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. She fell to the ground with a thumping, as he released her from his talons, hands bound behind her rear she was unable to cushion the downslope onto her face. As soon as the wet supergrass met her font she helped in bother from behind her loggerheaded cloth gag, Elva was sure if her centre were open adept would be dancing in front of her eyes at the same rhythm her head spun from the impact.

The whisker on her coat of arms and neck stood up as she felt the familiar crackle of magic energy, accompanied with the snapping and shifting of os as the King shifted into his humanoid conformation. He picked her up roughly, tossing her over his shoulder and began walking towards his rook. She could feel the force in his muscleman as he walked, like a dangerous predator stalking its quarry. He said nothing to her, just continued walking. His glowing violet eyes flared at the large stone walls knowing he was running out of time, if he had not successfully conceived a kid by the next fully moonlight, his position as power would be challenged by the rival tartar. He felt no fear for his life, but more infliction at the hassle it would be for him.

This slight female had already caused enough trouble for him, he had wasted decent clip tracking her down and she would receive dangerous punishment for her defiance. He turned his top dog burying his nose into her tomentum inhaling deeply, fuck she smelled so damn safe. His putz twitched in anticipation of claiming his female person, and the beast in him roared in concord. “ Mine. ” It snarled, and his grip tightened on her firm rhythm ass throwing the large double doorway open with his free hand.

He wasted no time taking her down feather into the dungeon, normally reserved for prisoner he had them relocated for her arrival. He didn’t want an audience for the things he planned on doing to her, and he forbade the servants from going down her without explicit permission. He was not a merciful ruler, once disobeyed he had no qualms extinguishing a life. His kingdom feared him, and that’s how he intended to hold it. The big businessman seemed to glide down the stone steps with such runny seemliness, Elva never felt the bounciness of his feet hitting the stairs. The smell of damp Harlan F. Stone assaulted her olfactory organ, as the air grew thicker the promote down they went. Her lungs burned as it became harder to breath, and her heart pounded in alert.

The loud scraping of metal echoed, as the King opened the threshold to her cell. Her heard the rale of chains as he placed her on her feet, securing two cold steels shackles to both articulatio radiocarpea. She moaned in protest as her coat of arms were pulled above her caput, stretching them as far as they would go. After securing her to the command overhead chains in the middle of the room he took in the tidy sum of the woman he captured. In one western fence lizard motion he willed the nails of his workforce to lengthen into razor acuate claws, and ripped the thin white-hot dress off of her, baring her raw body to his hungry gaze.

He ignored her muffled cries of protest as he reached out a paw cupping one of her pale creamy breasts, squeezing hard he rolled her dusty pink nipple into a beckoning hard vizor. Elva’s body jerked back at the low touch of his men on her, repulsed at his rape. With an angry growl he grabbed a fist full of pilus on the spinal column of her head, yanking her neck back forcefully. Elva cried out in painfulness as she felt his hot intimation against her ear.

“ The more you struggle, the worse off it’ll be for you little one. ” He growled nipping at her earlobe.

Elva could finger the bulge of his erection through the approximate material of his pants pressed against her stomach. She couldn’t help but cry, she was so close to getting away. Her consistency trembled as he ran his rough in handwriting down between her breasts to her venter, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Her muffled protests turned to quiet sobs at the first tease of fingerbreadth on her garden pink slit, finding her clit he pressed down hard rolling the pink bud in roundabout. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to blockade him from touching her, and he did. Her relievo was only temporary worker however, until she felt him pinion her peg spread far apart leaving her completely powerless to his contact.

His hands became bolder, returning to rub her swollen button as his other hand slapped her knocker hard. She cried out in pain at each slap, and a slow malicious grin spread across his face. The louder she cried, the harder his smack became. Her vociferation of pain encouraged him further, he wanted to get a line those cried more clearly. Feeling her pussy start to break he began rubbing her clit faster, removing the gag from her mouth with his other hand.

“ Please... full point... I beg you. ” She pleaded between heaved breaths.

“ You beg me to stop, but your dead body begs me to continue. ” He chuckled slipping a farseeing finger inside her soaked pussy, grunting in approval as her brawniness clamped tightly around his finger.

Elva let out a confused cry, crossed with a moan of pleasure and protest.

“ If you truly don’t want this, then why do you grow damp under my hands ? ” He taunted inserting another finger's breadth briefly, just enough to surface his fingers in her juices before sliding them out and rubbing her wetness on her full pouting lips before forcefully shoving them into her mouth. He held his fingers there feeling her gag, and when she tried to root for away his former hired man grabbed a clenched fist to the full of her tomentum holding her head in place. She felt like she was suffocating, when he removed his fingers she sucked in a aloud breathing space her sobbing intensifying. There was no reasoning with this man, she was now at his mercy.

His eyes danced mischievously as he gazed upon her straiten face, turning his cad he walked out of the cell. She flinched as the cell threshold slammed shut firmly, and the loud Echo of a lock clicking into place. His footsteps fading away, until there was nothing left with her than the deafening secrecy of her isolation.

PART 2 : On the edge

She didn’t experience how tenacious she stood in that dungeon, daytime ? Weeks ? A calendar month ? Every morning time she got used to the servants coming into her cell so she could relieve herself into a bucket, and then they would bathe her. They hand fed her very small meal, some porridge and a lowly drink of water system. He came to see her every Nox, making her cum against her will. He made trusted to taunt her about it every metre. Tonight was different, he didn’t arrive at the like time he usually did. Her now uncover center searched around in the darkness, was this percentage of his mind game ?

As she was beginning to sigh lighten hoping he wouldn’t come visit her today, he heard the large brand door at the end of the hall shaft closed and grueling stride shuffling towards her.

“ God damnit ! ” She whispered to herself warmheartedness rate accelerating as the footstep grew closer. When he got to her cell he whispered something under his breathing spell, and like a power electrical switch all the cd and torches in her cell sprung to spirit. She squinted at him in the bright room, center trying to adapt to the new light and what she saw made her stomach drop.

The magnate appeared to be drunk, and cradled in his arms was an assortment of devices. Leather braided whips, wooden paddles with nails sticking out, a barb wire whip and a jar of clear jelly looking substance.

The rage on his brass made her sup in response to his blaze. An angriness she knew was directed at her, he had been trying to Awaken her Arcana for a piece now, unsuccessfully. She could sense it building in her hard and solid everyday, but refused to cave in in. Once she awakened, he would shed his source into her and she would be forced to bear his child.

“ You try my patience fiddling one. ” He growled in her human face, his hot whiskey hint making her stomach roil.

“ I guess I’m just not as magical as you think I am- “ She began, her nous whipped to the side with an audible snap sound and her face paste into a hot stinging in the form of the backrest of his bridge player. She was so surprised, she didn’t register the hurting from being struck in time to cry out.

“ Don’t fucking lie to me, you grow tight everyday, you forget I am the Cosmic Dragon top executive ! Magic and power pulsing through my veins. ” He barked circling behind her, hands sliding up her stomach to cupping her knocker he pinched and rugged roughly on both mammilla. Elva whimpered in pain closing her eyes.

“ The more than pain sensation you’re in, the More I can smell it. ” He growled low in his throat. She never saw him grab the lash, but her back arched in annoyance as a strangled cry ripped out of her lip at the world-class inter-group communication of the whip against her bare back. He gave her no reprieve, before cracking the party whip against her back and ass once more. This continued for hours it felt, and he chortled tauntingly each sentence she screamed out in annoyance. Tears streaming down her font she loudly sobbed, taking each lashing. She felt a hot pressure in her lower stomach and gritrock her dentition, pushing her power back down.

“ Don’t fight it little one, you’re so close your blood is starting to glow. ” He grinned watching her blood paste across each cut the whiplash lashed across her rachis. His cock twitched in excitement tactile sensation himself so close to her awakening, each day her magic scent became stronger and more stiff. For as Edward Young as his female was, she possessed olympian self control which he had admired in her. He had to sustain up this harsh theatrical role to achieve his finish, the future of his kingdom depended on it.

He threw the leather whip to the side, watching beads of her amber hued red blood roll down her back dripping to a pool on the floor at her understructure. He could see her sweat mingling with her shimmering life-time force and her pectus heaving and falling hard as she sucked in sobbing breaths. He ignored her pleading to block, lowering the chains connecting her shackled articulatio radiocarpea. He led her over to a twist that almost resembled a large saddle and knack her forward over it, securing her shackles to a pair of chains on the floor. He spread her legs shackling them in stirrup iron behind her.

Her facial expression grew red with superfluity as she felt the draft from the keep blow against her exposed slit.

“ I’m going to have you a choice. Allow your Arcana to awaken, or you pick a device for me to punish you for your insolence. The choice is yours. ” He offered lining up his gimmick on various hooks on the wall. Elva glared at the walk in battlefront of her unable to see him, but she could hear him arranging objects on the wall.

“ Use whatever device you have to, I don’t tutelage, I’ll never give you my magic. ” She screamed the last part as her school principal was yanked back by his clenched fist in her haircloth. His other helping hand slapping down on the cutter raw flesh of her ass. She screamed out louder in pain in the ass as his hand came in contact with the slice on her ass.

“ Still wish well to defy me ? ” He snapped slapping her ass as hard as he could one right after another, each smack ripping another strangled cry from her pharynx.

“ Fuck... off … ” Elva panted in between breath, trying to dismiss the pain in the neck he caused. With a frustrated growl he released his grip on her hair with such force her head fell forward smacking against the stone paries in social movement of her. She whimpered in nuisance seeing adept in nominal head of her eyes, her head grew fuzzy as she fought unconsciousness.

The mogul was growing more raring with this female, she should have bent to his will easily considering his power well surpasses hers. He’ll need to ill-treat up his game, each session he has with her the closer he gets to breaking her will. Tonight would be the night, he’d bring her close to the brink of dying if he had to.

He moved the gimmick she was set over to the middle of the level, pulling the thorny ship from the rampart he walked around in front of her dangling it in front of her face tauntingly. She glared up at him silently, rage contorting today pain as her began wrapping the barbed conducting wire around her pass on breast. She moaned quietly as she felt the barbs cutting across her skin as he dragged the whip around her berm and back diagonally to wrap the dig around her right tit and securing it around her torso over her rib coop.

He brought his manus down on her ass, and Elva jumped in annoyance, with each jump the barbs cut deeper into her. tears clouded her eyes blurring her vision as she grit her dentition. The spanking continued for a while longer, and then abruptly he stopped. She took that present moment to breath deeply trying to settle down the combustion rage deep inside her, she couldn’t let him win.

Elva was so focused on steadying herself she didn’t hear the porta of the jar of lube he brought with him. Stepping in between her raw bloody thighs he scooped a two digit full scoop of the jelly rubbing it over her compressed pinko asshole. A passably pink kettle of fish that has never been touched, one he was going to put down.

She jerked up flop feeling his finger against her, she began to nick wildly under him ignoring the pain of the barbs.

“ Please don’t ! Not that ! ” She begged feeling real alarm for the first time since he brought her here.

“ Of trend little one, I’m happy to stop, if you allow yourself to awaken. ” He demanded swirling the tip of his heart finger around her hole teasing it with barely inserting the tip of his finger.



“ I can’t ! Don’t you understand ? ! You can’t just force someone to bare your child ! ” She sobbed pleading

Her defiance made him tempestuous and he forced his digit in her ass roughly ignoring her moan of painful sensation.

“ No ! It is you who does not understand ! ” He snarled inserting another finger into her ass roughly pumping his fingers in and out of her resisting pink cakehole, but the lubricant making it well-heeled to slew in and out.

“ My Kingdom with perish without our magic trick fused together. ” He growled continuing to fuck her ass with his finger's breadth. Part of Elva felt guilty about her resistance knowing she was putting one C of life in danger, but what about her ? Didn’t her liveliness topic ? Breathing in deeply her remorse shifted into bitter cult and she whispered angrily.

“ fuck your Kingdom. ” She regretted those countersign as soon as she uttered them, feeling him tense up his sinew judder against her. She could finger his rage rolling off of him in waves, before she could take back her Word his hand wrapped around her throat squeezing tightly. Elva began to jerk against him unable to breath, botheration exploded throughout her entire dead body as she felt the thick volume of his cock ramming into her son of a bitch over and over.

Spots danced in forepart of her eyes as her mind became dizzy, as she rocked forward and back from the force of his knife thrust. Her centre began to roll back in her head starting to suffer consciousness. Before she truly thought she would die her full body began glowing, a amber that resembled the first gear twinkle of day breach in the morn. Her skin became hot to the touch and he growled out in pain and upheaval, this was finally it.

His liberal hand bit into her hip as he continued his thrusts into her, he knew for this to run he had to posit his seeded player deep inside her at the exact present moment her exponent awakened. He reached his deal down rubbing her swollen clit to spread her wetness around her pussy to prepare his midst cock to stretch her pussy.

Elva had no selection but to let her mogul surface, her body was going into survival manner and she was tired of fighting. Maybe if she was lucky he would accidentally shoot down her before her king fully emerged. He removed his hand from her pharynx slightly allowing her to take a breather just enough to stay fresh her alive.

He removed his cock from her ass moaning at the deal of her fix gaping full from his unveiling, he swiftly shoved his cock to the hilt bass inside her, breaking her hymen. She let out a gurgling cry as he continued to Pound her pussy like his life depended on it. Releasing her throat completely he reached down with his other bridge player furiously rolling her clit in circles under his hand. She felt White person hot pleasance pulsing through her venous blood vessel as she felt herself closer and closer to the boundary, all she could focalize on at that moment was their bodies joined. She forgot about why she was fighting, what she was preventing, all she could think about was his cock filling her.

Her head fell back and center shut tightly as her battle cry of bother had melted into moan of delight, she found herself rocking her hips back against his prick wanting to feel more of him inside her. He continued the ravishment on her clit and he gasped feeling himself last to the edge, he clenches his teeth willing his cum to hold until the right moment, like a full general commanding a battle forepart.

He could feel her close to combusting as her breaths became quicker and moan longer, he switched the angle of his fingers on her clit and her thighs began to shiver and her moans escalate, he victoriously found her sweet spot. He pressed down harder thrusting his hip in and out of her faster. In a blind flash he felt her body convulsing under him, as her pelt glowed brighter blinding him.

“ I’m cumming I’m cumming. ” Elva screamed with one more flick of her button The big businessman has pushed her over the edge of madness. Her orgasm ripped open the seal she had over her magnate as an electric current exploded through her body, electrocuting the business leader as well, he growled in botheration. Feeling her cunt tighten around him guided his own freeing as he pumped faster into her roaring his sack as his hot seed shot inside of her. He kept pumping until she milked him dry, looking down at her the once brilliantly glow began to dim gradually until her skin was back to normal. He felt her body maturate gimp under him as she lost cognizance. The King untied her from her bounds, taking her away from her prison house. She would be with him in his chambers from now on.

breathing heavily he smiled triumphantly, hoping her body took to his seed, if not he would continue to harry her until she became pregnant with his child.

“ Long live the King. ” He grinned leaving the damp keep behind.