by C. Swallow
My warlord raises a hand and motions me to come closer.
I entertain him by sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed, blinking up into his eyes as I ignore his fully naked physique.
“Turn around,” Zarcar twirls his fingers and his mouth curls.
“Why?” I ask, “There is no crowd to see you punish me,” Zarcar waits but before he can have a chance to grab me, I turn suddenly and get on my elbows upon the bed, leaning over for him, “What do I care anyway?” I taunt him, “It’s not like you can smack away my magic, Zarcar.”
I wait for him to spank me.
Instead, I feel my dress being lifted up slowly, before folding over my waist. Zarcar lays a hand over my ass and feels my soft skin, clenching one cheek and not letting it go. I’m confused and look over my shoulder to see he has leaned in – pressing a kiss to my other cheek.
He leans closer, his hands grab both of my cheeks and spreads them as his nose dips lower… lower again… his hot breath fans out over my pussy. Then, unexpectedly… I feel a wet tongue run once through my folds.
Moon!
I forgot!
I jerk away and turn, almost kicking him in the face as I pull back, shocked.
Zarcar licks his lips as he leans with his hands on the covers, watching me with his locks of brown hair hanging over his cheeks.
“You’ve tasted me,” I sit up and flatten out my dress, snapping without being able to look him directly in the eyes, “So, do you love me now or…? You did say after you tasted a female down there you would know and…”
Now I look up as I feel one of his hands grab my ankles.
Zarcar pulls me back toward him until we are nose to nose and my hands are firmly on his chest to keep him at bay - barely.
“You taste like rain,” Zarcar murmurs above me, casually.
“Well, you taste like dirt,” I respond.
“Sounds like a well-balanced combo,” Zarcar reaches up his hand to my lips and runs his thumb along my bottom one. As my mouth opens he pushes his thumb into my mouth and I lick his thumb on impulse before pulling my head back. Why did I do that?
I shove Zarcar, hardly making progress, so instead I scramble back on the bed myself and he just chuckles. He plays the game by climbing on top of me and grabbing my arms, holding me down on the bed while my back is pushing up into his heavy muscled torso.
I look to my side and glare up at him as Zarcar drops his head down and I turn away, but he makes sure his cheek presses against mine.
“Tonight, you can sleep with me,” Zarcar explains, “Tomorrow, you’re spending a day in a dungeon as punishment for using your magic,” he kisses the edge of my eye. But he doesn’t stop there. I growl out as he pulls me with him as he rolls back into the pillows.
He holds me to his chest and wraps his hand in my hair, pulling me up to his face - chest to chest - Zarcar kisses my forehead.
“I don’t want to spend a whole day in a dungeon,” I snap, banging my forehead to his chin so he can’t kiss me again, “Punish me another way, why don’t you?”
“There are no other ways I can teach you real obedience until you succumb to our inevitable union,” Zarcar murmurs, running a hand through my hair and holding me close to his chest, “Until you want me to take you… I can’t show you much else, Chyronex.”
I ask with a scoff at the end, “Am I a wife or a slave or a pet to you, Master?”
“Do you find me handsome or not, beautiful?”
I catch my breath – he notices.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I whisper into his chest, sliding down into his warm torso.
Pressing against him was harmless, right?
“You tasted like rain because you were scorching hot and melting all over my tongue like honey –”
“I was not.”
Zarcar pauses and suddenly grips one of my wrists, forcing my hand down and between my legs. I look up and gasp my complaint but he just smiles at me as he forces my hand to dip down and cup myself.
I feel the wet strands of desire coating my thighs and he can feel it too.
“You weren’t what, darling?” Zarcar murmurs, literally rubbing it in.
I bring my knee up and Zarcar now uses the retaliation as an invite to roll on top of me.
Zarcar hovers above and his thigh presses between my dress material and my legs. He pushes his thigh in a bit deeper then brings it up to press in harder against me. He starts to rub his thigh up and down while he watches me squirm beneath him.
“Please. Stop,” I bring up my hands onto his chest again but I can’t move him.
“I thought I’d help clean you up,” Zarcar takes his thigh away after using my dress to pick up the moisture from between my legs. He smirks down at me and rolls right off. He kicks me off the bed by shoving me until I fall off the side, “Get dressed for bed.”
I scramble to my feet as Zarcar pulls back the covers and slides in… his cock is hard and long. His balls heavy and full.
“You bastard,” I hiss while he is smirking.
“When we wake up sweety, I’ll take you straight to your cell and I’ll check to see if you’re as wet as rain by the afternoon.”
I can’t even look at his smug face.
I turn and yank off my bronze dress. I throw it aside and lean down, slamming open the bottom shelf of the wardrobe.
I rummage through and eventually kick it shut, blushing because I decide to be naked too. In some strange act of defiance, I grab the sheets on my side, yank them back and jump in. I pull one pillow down and keep my breasts outside the blankets, tempting him as I hold my hands above the blankets too.
“Would you like to feel how soft they are?” I ask sweetly without looking at Zarcar, “I enjoy your touch. I admit. But… you will never have my permission to rutt with me. Ever. But please, touch me,” I hold out my hand and grab his – but I don’t need to pull him closer.
Zarcar grabs my wrist and pulls me over instead, forcing me to turn so his hand slips around my waist and he cups one breast tightly. He pulls me back into his naked body and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks, then rest against my leaking pussy.
Zarcar settles forward and rests his nose in my hair.
“To be truthful, I am tired and wouldn’t do well to please you anyway – even if you submitted tonight,” Zarcar lies. I know he lies.
But I take the bait.
I move my hips forward and back, spreading more of my wetness over his cock.
After a few moments of intense silence, I whisper… “…shame.”
Apparently that one word seals the deal.
I close my eyes, assuming sleep is now our next phase as I still my naked form against his.
A few heavy minutes later, Zarcar slowly presses closer, turning me around into the sheets, he keeps me breathless and face down… he places one hand on my neck and then slips his other hand from my breast, to down below.
I’m already arching my back and in a few silent moves, I feel a rock hard velvet sword slipping through folds, teasing my entrance.
I push back on him and then pull away.
Zarcar grabs my hip and steadies me.
His cock presses gently… then firmly pushes forward.
I hold my breath as his cock, without resistance – slips deeper and locks inside my body.
Only when I feel that slight pain does he push in further and refuse to back out.
My virginity gone, I’m stretched and open, at my most vulnerable as Zarcar pulls out a bit and pushes back in.
I let out a trembling breath, feeling intense pleasure as he starts to grind into my ass, pulling out and pushing in, with short and deep penetrating thrusts.
Zarcar leans right over me, pressing his hot velvet lips to my ear.
“…as gratifying as it is to be inside you so suddenly…” my usurper is menacing and smug, “Tomorrow we can do this again but you won’t be in the comfort of this bed, Chyronex. You’ll be suffering and learning in
a cold, icy block. No food. No water. No moonlight. Not until I see you again. We can dance like this. Then maybe …” Zarcar starts to thrust a bit faster and I lose myself in the moment, even as he adds, “…if you convince me you can provide this for me each night – maybe, just maybe I’ll consider you a wife.”
I try to push back on him but he holds me firm as I wiggle uselessly beneath him, “…you bastard!”
“Shhh,” it’s a condescending whisper, “Doing this to you is just the beginning, sweetheart. You have so much more to learn.”
Zarcar pulls up, almost leaving my body completely before he slams back into me until I’m crying out my pleasure while simultaneously hating every single word he speaks to me while I let him ravish me. I’m so confused. I try to move away but he pushes in deeper, “I hate this!” I hiss it into the bed sheets; my own lie.
As he thrusts in and out of my body, Zarcar chuckles like it’s easy.
“I do love your sense of humour, Chyronex,” he drawls, while shoving his cock balls deep and causing me to pant as his weight knocks the breath out of me, “…keep humouring me, sweetheart.”
I try to ignore the fact this just started to happen. So suddenly.
When the warlord does stop fucking me, he empties his balls inside my womb.
“Zarcar,” I complain as he holds me down, “… you might give me a child.”
“Isn’t that what women are for?” Zarcar pulls me back against him, “You did well for your first time.”
I elbow him and he chuckles.
“I didn’t… but I didn’t…” I don’t have the right word.
“No, I made sure you didn’t,” Zarcar bites my ear lobe, “You’ll not find release until you show me you deserve it.”
I lie there in a state of unfinished pleasure, scattered thoughts, wet thighs and throbbing flesh.
It wouldn’t be until tomorrow morning, while being dragged to the cell that I would remember that daises were commonly used in love curses.
And that the only reason I submitted to the usurper?
Was because Zarcar forced me to with magic.
And all because he rushed this for his own reasons - I would begin to hate him.
Just as much as I craved everything about him. I would loathe my lover and love my lover, all while he sought to destroy my resolve.
Not realising, the entire time – that he was lying to me about one more thing. He knew something about me. Something I didn’t even know about myself.
But when it’d be released – there would be nothing I could do to stop the leash he tethered.
Every single move was calculated and I wouldn’t know it – until it was far too late.
Chapter 14
I remember being spelled into an ever-deepening daze upon sleeping and waking. My body was weakened significantly. After having the leakage between my legs roughly wiped away in the blankets, I had been dressed by Zarcar in one of my favourite silver dresses. Then, while I was too numb to talk or even think straight, he took my hand and led me out of the Moon Tower into the War Tower across the city. He led me down blue stone steps and deposited me in a cell room lined by other barred blocks of stone.
I barely saw the time fly by, nor did the reality feel that present. I was dreaming, I was healing, I was changing. I felt everything and nothing all at once. Curses were horrid things when you were consumed by one. Zarcar closes the barred door while I walk to the end of the small cell, meekly consumed in his magic.
“Chyronex,” I hear Zarcar speak my name for the first time this morning as I sit on a cold stone bench, looking at his black hood swaying in the chill breeze of the dungeons, “These are private dungeons – not for the public,” I say nothing in return, “I’ll set your release later tonight when you can apologise for cursing the guard I set for you. Aspiring to practice murder is something I can’t leave alone, just like your pull on the moon. You need to control everything about yourself. If you’re to remain my guest in the Moon Tower – be grateful I can give you that small luxury. Think about what I’ve said and don’t hate me. I’m simply showing you how to survive this kind of war. Control, sweetheart, you need to learn boundaries about your magic and keep it contained… look at me now,” Zarcar pauses by the bars, watching me, I murmur nonsense to myself before lifting my head and catching his eyes inconsequentially, “…cease…” the whispered word breaks the curse.
My will becomes my own, slamming back into me.
“Wait!” I yell out and jump to my feet, running to the bars as he turns and wisps away – ignoring my plea. I grab the cell bars and lean my forehead against the cold iron, “You can’t defile me and then leave me in here to starve! Zarcar!” I see him turn a corner and he is gone up a spiral stair case, hesitating at the bottom step for a brief moment.
But then he is gone.
I look around and see nobody else in the War Tower dungeons. Five line either side. They’re clean, surprisingly. I glance down at my silver dress and a pair of sandals. I kick them off into the back of the cell, disgusted.
I start to pace.
Zarcar defiled me. He took my virginity. He had sex with me! I had wanted to – but then again, had I really?
“Bastard!” I hiss and continue to pace, up, down, around each wall.
What did he expect me to do, starve and break, giving into his will and culture? To kneel. He wanted me to kneel. To serve him. To worship him as the war trophy clung to that of the warlord.
I eventually sit on the cold bench at the back and hold my knees.
I had too many emotions and not enough information to work out what the purpose of Zarcar’s actions and words really were.
So, I sit and I contemplate every option under the Moon – knowing I will never know the real answer until Zarcar tells me the whole truth himself.
****
Many hours later, with the silence of this place driving me insane – I finally hear a door creak open from somewhere above. I hear grunting, the slither of chains and the boisterous talk of guards.
“…it won’t be long until the King assesses this piece of meat for his worth…”
“…good…”
“…we’ll be the greatest Kingdom in Aquar soon…”
“…always good for pay, huh?...”
“…pay and women. They love to fuck in war, it’s always good for a warm bed… Oi! Why did you stop? Move it!”
I jerk at the bark in that last part and then I hear multiple grunts as they pull someone along.
I hear some sort of menacing, broken chuckle and then a harsh cough as if the man they are hauling in can’t breathe. I press myself back into the corner of my cell as the soldiers finally come into view with their captive.
Skin and bones, but no bruises on the pale skin of this giant man who’s veins run blacker than blue-green. This prisoner was dressed in black, ripped britches… the uniform of Zarcar’s army. His eyes were hollow and barely flickered a once bright hazel but the pink lips were also cracked and bleeding. His head was shaved back roughly with dark patches of hair trying to grow through. He looked severely malnourished – kind of like how Zarcar no doubt wanted me to look by the end of today. Although that was an overstatement – this man was clearly a captive for years, so I could not compare.
“Which one?” one solider asks half-heartedly while one scans the cells by turning towards mine.
“You got to be kidding me,” the soldier grins as he sees my cowering form in the corner of the cell, “That whore priestess Zarcar claimed as his prize.”
“Oh, shit,” the second solider is just as amused.
The hazel eyed man doesn’t even turn to acknowledge me.
“You haven’t seen a woman this close… in what, 7 years?” one soldier is almost sympathetic until he actually spits in the prisoner’s face, “Here’s a favour,” the soldier jerks him to the cell next to mine.
With a turn of a key, the door opens and the prisoner is pressed through and kept in chains. He was dangerous, t
hen – or maybe they didn’t care about being cruel. The captive walks to the end of his cell, wrists and ankles locked up – and he sits on the clean stones just under the bench while he watches the soldiers gloat.
“Hey, pretty thing,” one soldier goes to approach my bars, “You been naughty or what?”
I say nothing while his friend grips his arm and drags him along.
“Don’t be a fool, she’ll curse you if you look in to her silver blooded eyes,” the one wise solider but also the cruellest one who spit – takes the arm of his companion and drags him out.
