Seduction and Surender

A man stared at me with wonder in his eyes that man was no other than King Nero. He unlocked the prison cell and ran up to me, he stood in front of me as I had a blank stare on my face. He grabbed my face, turning it side to side as if he were looking for something. "Tell me, are you the one responsible for this massacre?"

I grabbed his hands, pulling them off my face.

“Yes”, I answered. 

“You rebels sicken me”, he gave me a repulsed look.

“You sicken me as well, oh almighty King Nero”.  

I bowed with disrespect. “You seem to be nothing like your mother, I’ve wasted my time here.” He turned his back to me”What did you do to her??”

“Your mother? That’s a story for your Father to tell… that is if he survives. He faced me then pulled something out of his pocket, he opened the bag then blew this sand like substance in my face, I suddenly lost all control of my body and collapsed feeling like an empty shell. While on the cold prison floor he looked at me and said “You have your mother’s face”.

King Aven's POV

I had the guards escort me downstairs to see the prisoners. I couldn't stop thinking about Letharia's words to me, they echoed in my head " I offer myself to you, my lord". I felt flustered just thinking about it. I walked past a man and he yelled: " Touch my sister and it will be the death of you". I stopped in my tracks and smiled " I'll do what I please with her, you should consider yourself lucky that you're still breathing, unlike your father". As I walked away he started to swear on his mother's grave he'd kill me. I looked into her cell, it was empty. I quickly asked the guards where she was. They didn't have a clue. I used my cell phone to call my father. "Did you do anything to her? I asked calmly. He simply replied with "You have a surprise in your room".

Then he hung up.

I immediately ran inside the palace, running full speed. I finally reached my room.  I unlocked the door and closed it immediately after entering. I laid eyes on her sleeping in a see-through red dress on my bed. I quickly began unbuttoning my shirt. I then walked closer to the bed, admiring her beauty, her hair as white as snow, her body was as perfect as the gods predicted. I climbed onto the bed laying behind her. I wrapped my arms around her feeling her body, her warmth.   It took her a bit to wake up. She was startled, she looked almost like a wounded animal. I put my hand on her face. “I’ve been waiting for you, I wanted to talk about your offer”. I didn’t want to leave the spot I was in but I stood up from out of the bed. She had finally spoken “Okay, I’m listening”, she muttered to me in a sleepy tone. 

She touched her chest a bit then looked at me, she looked down and blushed “You didn’t touch anywhere you weren’t supposed to right?”

I sat in a chair in the corner of my room “ That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I only touched your chest with your clothes on and your stomach as well. I didn’t feel any actual skin, only fabric. But, you said it yourself that you would offer yourself to me in return your rebel friends will not die. For now, all I want you to do is sleep with me today”.

I unzipped my pants, then stripped down to my boxers. I gently pushed her towards the end of my midriff. Her almost innocent eyes made me even more interested in her and what she could do to me. She looked away for a minute “My father was right about being in the palace”. She then looked back at me and pulled down my boxers “I need my lips to be moistened”, she whispered to me. I kissed her and felt her bite my lip after the kiss, I took my index finger and wiped the blood from my mouth. That only increased my sex drive. I felt her mouth on my body, I tilted my head back out of satisfaction. I stood up and pushed her gently onto the ground, I began to unbutton her dress. She stopped my hand “I...I’m not ready for this”.

I let my temper slip “ You offered yourself to me! You are to be my future wife, the goddess had said so!”

She pushed me off and backed away from me “Marry?! I can’t marry someone like you!”

“I command you to get undressed Letharia!”, I pulled her dress. When I looked back into her eyes I saw a brief look of disgust, she had slapped me.

“I am not your palace slave nor will I be your wife, so don’t think of me as one! I do this for the sake of my family and the rebellion!”, she yelled.

I had completely lost my temper, I raised my hand to strike her. I bit my lip “You were supposed to be the perfect woman for me Letharia. The pure virgin woman who loved me and saw me for who I am!”

She backed away from me towards the front door “I see you for exactly who you are, a corrupt dictator who uses his power of authority to control others, and how would I know to do those things to you if I were a virgin!”

Letharia’s POV

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I tightly closed my eyes as there was no way I could block the hit.  I heard a smack but it wasn’t onto my face but the wall, he left a dent into the wall. He turned his back and started rummaging through the drawer. I tried to open the door but it was locked, he looked back at me. “Sit on the bed”, he tried sounding calm. He pulled out needles with this shiny dark green substance in the syringe. “Do you want to get this over with and forget about sleeping with me in the morning”.  “Can’t you sleep with a palace slave?”, I asked. He started to look angry again. My brother wouldn’t forgive me for what I'm about to do. I stood up and unbuttoned my dress “Only this one time, my prince”, I forced it out of my mouth.

He looked at my body then narrowed his eyes looking at the scar above my left breast.

He closed his drawer then pressed himself against my back then kissed my lips before stopping me in my tracks stabbing me with the silver liquid in the syringe.