4 comments/ 77845 views/ 9 favorites First Night Ch. 01 By: Britwitch The room was silent. Dark but eerily warm. Candles flickering against the stone walls were giving some light but no where near enough to quell the nerves building steadily inside her. Just how she had gotten here was something of a blur. The kind when dreams blend almost seamlessly with reality. The last thing she was certain of was that she had been running, no, not running, fleeing. Pulling uselessly at the heavy shackles holding her arms firmly behind her, she didn't notice him enter the dimly lit room. It was only when he shut the door behind himself, the sound of metal clanging against metal echoed chillingly in the room, making her jump and her skin ripple with nerves. His gaze roamed across her form as he slinked closer, running a finger thoughtfully across his lips as he did so. She straightened her back and shrugged her shoulders, wincing slightly as the crude shackles dug into her skin, her eyes remaining fixed on his approaching face. His eyes dark and framed with even darker lashes, set within a face that under other circumstances she probably would have found more than a little attractive. It was a face she recognised but one that she hadn't seen up close before. He stopped less than a pace in front of her and let his eyes roam up and across her body, his smile twisting as they finally came to rest upon her face. She looked so very different from the confident young woman who had fought and struggled so bravely not so long before. Her eyes were narrowed but definitely uncertain, and while her jaw was set angrily he couldn't help but notice she was trembling. She looked younger, almost child-like and lost as her blue eyes met his as strongly as she could manage, but somehow faltered even then and never quite made contact. She didn't want him to see just how concerned she was. He allowed himself a quiet laugh, almost silent, but not so quiet that she didn't hear it. Her body tightened and her chin rose slightly. "You don't scare me..." She said eventually. He stepped forwards and slowly, painfully slowly, walked around and stopped behind her. Leaning closer he gently moved her mane of dark hair from upon her shoulder to rest down her back, letting his fingertips drag slightly against the newly revealed skin of her neck. Smirking as she shuddered in response. Noting the depth and richness of her hair's colour compared to the pale skin beneath it, the two so different and yet complimenting each other perfectly. "You're lying," He whispered darkly, bringing his face close to her shoulder, his breath tingling against her skin. She closed her eyes and bit her tongue. She would not give him the satisfaction of revealing just how petrified she actually was, she just couldn't. Nor would she just surrender, no matter how desperate her situation seemed she was certain of one thing, that she would not give in to anything without a fight. Somewhere inside she reasoned she had to have been in worse situations than this and survived with her will intact, even though she failed each time as she tried to pinpoint anything specific. He grinned and shook his head as he watched her struggling against the situation. "You know, it's almost endearing how you're trying to fight the inevitable..." "Nothing is inevitable..." She tilted her chin a little higher, clenching her hands behind her back subconsciously as she felt him move even closer. The words sounded empty and desperate. That was what really frightened her. They were. There was a moment or two's silence, she could hear her heart pounding loudly in her ears. He felt his breathing deepen as his gaze traveled down over her shoulder, catching sight of her chest rising and falling with increasing speed within the tightly corseted dress. "What do you want from me?" She finally broke the silence, her voice echoing in the room. "Do you want me to be afraid of you? Is that what this is about...?" "Oh no..." He wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her back sharply against him, crushing her body against his. His other hand moving up to stroke her hair. "No, this is about something very different..." His hand in her hair pulled sharply, titling her head and exposing her neck completely while drawing a gasp from her lips as he let his own brush her pale skin. She felt her heart stop momentarily as he kissed her neck, struggling for a moment as he trapped her in his arms. Feeling her skin ripple once again with goosebumps of terror as his hand left her hair and slid over her skin to rest loosely on her throat. "You're right, I do want something..." His hand tightened ever so slightly around her throat, ceasing her renewed struggling immediately. "And you and I both know I'm going to get it..." He laughed again, his confidence growing as he sensed her submission starting to draw closer, and span her around so she was now pressed against his chest, his hand returning to pull her hair and force her eyes to meet his. Increasing the hold his hand had within her hair he drew her back and away from him, suddenly aware of just how heavy his own breathing had become as his eyes once again moved down to her cleavage. Raising his free hand slowly, so slowly it barely seemed to be moving he traced the tip of his index finger from her chin, down her neck and over her décolletage and down to the crease of her breasts. His breathing stopped momentarily as his finger stroked down the line of her cleavage, the pale skin soft and smooth; almost caressing his finger as he trailed it downwards. Tutting slightly as the neckline of her dress stopped his finger's descent and snapped him out of his almost meditative state. His hold on her hair released and he stepped back, moving away to sit in a chair close to the wall she hadn't noticed until that point. She shook her head slightly, convinced she could still feel his hand wound within her hair. Her brow creased a little, almost in confusion as to this rather unexpected move. He lifted his elbow to rest upon the arm of the chair, cradling his chin in his palm; languidly crossing one leg over the other and just looking at her. His eyes flicking up and down her figure, lips occasionally pursing and relaxing. She stood awkwardly, unable to move very far from her current position thanks to the shackles around her wrists; unable to escape his roving eyes and probing gaze. Every glance sending tremors of nervousness through her entire body. Catching the tip of his tongue moistening his lips while his eyes were once again latched onto her cleavage she felt her stomach tense with anger, revulsion, a myriad of emotions all at once. "Now my dear..." He said abruptly, having apparently contemplated her enough for the moment, rising to his feet once more causing her to shrink back a little instinctively. "I think it's time I made you a little more uncomfortable..." His eyes sparkling with a dangerous light, he strode slowly towards her. First Night Ch. 02 Her blue eyes widened further as he drew nearer, edging away until the cool stone wall prevented her from escaping any further. As the cold stone touched the warm skin of her back she gasped, her back arching to try and break contact but all it did was to almost send her stumbling into his path. "Going somewhere...?" His tone wasn't mocking, in fact it was almost monotone but his smirk said more than words ever could convey. He took one step closer, forcing her back against the wall once more. The smirk growing as discomfort flashed on her face as the shackles were forced to dig into her wrists and back. His hand drifted towards her and lifted a section of her long hair from upon her shoulder. Running his fingers down the length of it, feeling the smooth, silky texture as it slipped like sand through his hand. Letting it down back down onto her shoulder, some slipping down to rest against her chest, he leant away a little and once more let his gaze drift lazily upwards from the hem of her dress against the stone floor, up over the tightly corseted bodice, higher still to her now heaving chest and to her face. Licking his lips with no attempt at hiding it, he reached down to his belt and drew his sword. The candles sparkling and shimmering in the blade as he lifted it between the two of them. Her eyes ran up and down the length of the sword now in front of her face, swallowing nervously as her eyes drifted back to the dark ones before, glittering ominously in the gloom. With a steady hand and a painfully slow pace he moved the blade until the tip was resting against her soft, smooth lips. The pale pink flesh was slightly parted, causing the polished metal to blur with her trembling breath. He pushed down ever so slightly, causing her lips to part even more, before the blade shifted down over her chin towards the neckline of her dress. The tip of the sword dancing lightly over her skin on the way. Making her wince and whimper from sheer nerves. She was terrified. He felt a stirring deep inside himself as this fact dawned on him. Her bravery was failing her. Soon, she would be his. Soon, but not yet. Lifting his arm, he slipped the sword just inside the neckline of her dress, pulling back on it slightly, the material straining under the pressure of the tight lacings on the back of the dress and the metal now trying to prise it away from her body. Twisting the sword a little, the thin, sharp and dangerous edge of the blade was now pressing against the dress, threatening to slice through it at any moment. "...No...no please..." She suddenly exclaimed. He was a little surprised, he had to a certain extent forgotten she was there. In a blur of polished metal he lifted the sword away from her chest and span it in his hands, jamming the heavy guilded handle into her dress, aiming where he expected her ultimate weakness to be. Feeling the soft skin of her thighs on his hands and the whimpered groan from her mouth as the handle pressing roughly into her sex he looked into her eyes wicked. "You [i]do[/i] realise that no one is coming to save you..." His face twisted ever so slightly. "It's just you and me now and the sooner you understand that the better...for the both of us..." He twisted his hand slightly, grinding the sword's handle against her for a moment. Even through the heavy material of her dress he knew it was stimulating her, from the flush suddenly brought rushing to her cheeks and the way her eyes were now slightly closed. Re-sheathing his sword he raised his hands and placed them on her shoulders, letting his thumbs slowly stroke the hollow of her neck. Feeling and exploring the soft, smooth skin of her shoulders and neck. She fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Nerves building steadily in the pit of her stomach but now she had the unwelcome tingling sensation between her legs that, try as she did to not think about it, would not go away. He slid his hands down over her chest and suddenly, roughly, took hold of the neckline of her dress in his strong hands. "You also need to realise, you are in no position to tell me not to do anything that I desire..." With that, he wrenched his hands away from her body, the heavy cloth ripping. The sound echoing in the silent room. His eyes wide and alive as he looked down at his handiwork, licking his lips ever so slightly First Night Ch. 03 As he backed away from her now trembling body, the light of the flickering candles began to dance on her newly revealed skin. The heavy material of her dress now hung down on either side of her torso, strands along the edge of the tattered fabric dancing in an almost imperceptible breeze. Beneath the dress she wore only a thin slip, the sheer material offering him a tantalizing view of what lay beneath. Now that the tight corset was no longer constricting her figure he could see the natural, womanly curves that he craved beneath the fabric. Reaching out, the tip of his tongue between his lips, he gently nudged the dress from upon her shoulders, the sheer weight of the material instantly dragging it down around her arms to pool around her feet on the floor. She shivered as the warmth of the dress left her now practically exposed body. The thin muslin slip did very little to hide anything, it served merely as something to prevent the dress' corsetry digging into her skin. A lascivious smirk passed over his lips as he surveyed her figure. The slip had a thin strap of ribbon going over each shoulder, the neck line scooped low over her large chest, fastened in the middle by a small piece of ribbon, tied in a bow. He laughed a little. A bow, it seemed so innocent almost. The slip was fitted to run close under her bust, giving a little support to her chest, before running down freely over her hips to the floor. The sheer quality of the material left him in no doubt of what lay beneath it and he felt that same wanton stirring deep within himself. Looking back up into her face, her blue eyes were wide and clearly terrified and yet, there was still a sparkle to them. Something shining deep inside that was almost warning him, whatever you do to me, you shall not win. You shall not defeat me. He had done this so very many times during his time as ruler of these lands, more frequently in the spring and summer as that was the time of year for it but once or twice the early autumn or deep mid-winter might throw up something to help pass a long, dark night. But in all the eyes he had looked into, he had never seen anything quite like this. He had seen terror, he had seen resignation even to what lay ahead but he'd never seen eyes staring back as bravely as hers were doing to him. She was trembling and he could almost sense just how terrified she was. But she was still trying to hide it from him and that made him want her even more. He liked it when they struggled and didn't simply give in. It made him feel more like a man, rather than a title with special privileges. He reached out and ran his hand around the side of her face, letting his thumb move to run over her lips as he passed them. His hand continued to slide down, past her neck to her shoulder. His finger nudging the ribbon strap there closer and closer to the edge until it slipped down to rest upon her upper arm. He leant forwards, his lips brushing her now completely bare shoulder with kisses. She hissed, almost as if his touch was burning her. Struggling afresh against the shackles behind her, she could feel the beginnings of tears begin to prick the backs of her eyes and a painful lump begin to rise in her throat as the last pieces of hope seemed to leave her with each of his kisses to her skin. She swallowed harshly, determined not to cry in front of him. His surprisingly warm fingertip were stroking up and down her upper arm while his lips caressed her skin, then suddenly the kiss became a bite, she yelped and squirmed as she felt his teeth gripping her flesh, close to the nape of her neck. His body lunged forwards slightly, pinning her once again against the wall and his other hand moving to hold her neck, loosely. She could feel every sinew of his body pressed against her, even through his clothing and she could feel his excitement building. In fact his excitement was beginning to press into the side of her hip as he continued biting and sucking at the skin on her shoulder. The hand on her neck crept around to catch in her hair, once again pulling her head back sharply, revealing more of her neck to his apparently starving mouth. He shifted closer still, moving his mouth further up her neck, biting and sucking constantly. His movements were becoming more frantic, feverish almost, as the calm, methodical composure seemed to be leaving him. The next thing she knew his face was in front of hers, his breath hot and rasping against her skin. His dark eyes blazed into hers for a moment or two before the hand in her hair pushed sharply and his lips mashed into hers. She tried to cry out for help of some kind but the parting of her lips only allowed his mouth to capture hers entirely. Feeling his tongue snake between her parted lips, stroking, probing. She tried to pull back, to break this kiss, but she was held too strongly. She could do little to stop him. But she could try something... He pulled away sharply with a howl, his hand flying to his lip, throbbing and starting to swell from her bite. It wasn't bleeding but that was of no importance, it didn't change what she had done. This one had still had enough fight in her to make things interesting. She winced back as he lifted his head to look at her, expecting a slap or some other sign of his displeasure but instead there was an almost twisted smile on his face. "So be it, my dear..." He all but snarled, grabbing her head to kiss her once more, this time it was his teeth that found a target, making her whimper as he sucked on her lower lip, his teeth grinding into it slightly. Pulling away and straightening his robes he called for a guard. Terror rose sharply inside her at what she had now brought upon herself as the heavy door swung open to reveal a heavy set man with a face like thunder. "Sire...?" The guard's voice rumbled darkly. "I would like her bringing up to my chambers," He said, looking back at her for an instant. "Immediately..." He gave one last look at her before sweeping towards the doorway. The guard's stony expression became slightly more lascivious as his slightly sunken eyes moved over her figure but before he could even think anymore about it, he found his master's sword at his neck. "Lay a finger on her and I shall hear of it..." His words were quiet but were so heavy with intent he might as well have yelled into the guard's face. "Yes sire, of course..." The guard hung his head, appearing to shrink before her eyes. With that, he re-sheathed his sword and swept from the room. Without a word, and with barely a glance in her direction, the guard unfastened her shackles from the wall and began to lead her out of the dark room to her new prison in his chambers.