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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Merry Little Christmas

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: As you celebrate your first Christmas with Steve, you realize you’re losing your will to fight. Word Count: Roughly 2,262 Warnings: Rape/Non-Con elements (do NOT read if this upsets you!), Dub-Con, Explicit sexual content, signs of Stockholm Syndrome, kidnapping. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

This is my Dark!MCU Festive Fic Swap gift for @dragon-of-dreams. Hope you like it, lovely! Thank you to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @darkmcuficswap for hosting!

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light

Steve had a smile on his face as he went to the small dining room table, setting the last dish in the center. "This looks even better than I imagined. Like something out of a magazine," he said as his eyes swept over the mini feast laid out.

Everything looked and smelled delicious. Any other day it would have made your mouth water, but you had no appetite. The decorations, the music, the snow falling outside. They were all reminders of the horror that was now your life. Had it really been that long since he kidnapped you?

“And I need you to eat every bite, darling. You need your strength.”

You shuddered at the implication, your thighs clenching together. You swallowed down the bitter laugh that tried to surface. It didn’t matter if you glued your legs shut. He would pry them open and leave a new set of marks as a reminder that you were his. They never actually faded. They seeped under your skin and left a never-ending map of his claim. Anyone who said your soul could never be touched or tainted lied. They had never been captured by a demon disguised as an angel.

From now on Our troubles will be out of sight

Steve hummed along to the song as he carefully put everything on plates for each of you. “I wish we could have Bucky here to celebrate the holidays, but you’re still not ready,” he said as he pulled out his chair and sat beside you. “Next year, you will be.”

You watched the flames from the candles flicker, wondering just when the fire in you would die out. The day he took you, it ignited bright enough to make you fight back. The fury in you didn’t surprise him, but his obsession outweighed anything you carried inside. Still, you decided you wouldn’t go down without a fight. He let you know quickly who was in charge.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay

“Dig in,” he urged, a hopeful smile on his face. He waited for you to take the first bite, his smile twitching slightly when you didn’t move. You weren’t interested in playing his games today.

“I’m not hungry,” you whispered.

Steve clenched his jaw as he gripped his fork. “Darling, I worked hard on this meal. I wanted us to cook together, but you refused. I let that slide since it’s your first Christmas here, but I won’t tolerate that again. You will eat, even if I have to feed you every bite myself.”

When you didn’t pick up a utensil, he moved them aside and pulled your plate toward him. It was then you realized that he actually put a knife there. You hadn’t noticed before. You hadn’t even tried to use it. How could you let an opportunity go to waste?

From now on Our troubles will be miles away

“Open up,” he smiled as he scooped some food on a fork, like you were a child.

Tears swam in your eyes as your mouth fell open, missing the pleased look in his. You hardly tasted the food placed on your tongue. The only thing you could taste was bitter ash and longing for home. You wondered if your loved ones were looking for you. Had they forgotten about you? Were they safe? Were they happy?

"Good, right?" he smiled wider as he fed your another bite. "I made your favorites."

Of course he did. When he brought you to your new home, he hadn’t bothered hiding the fact that he stalked you. It was clear by the decor alone. It looked like your dream home. You never knew a prison could be beautiful. And the missing items you swore you misplaced over time were all there waiting for you. Mocking you. You should have been smarter.

“I used to wish every year not to spend the holidays alone. I just wanted the perfect Christmas with the perfect partner,” he went on as you took the next bite, taking his own bites in between feeding you. “Then I found you. My wish came true. And I knew I couldn’t let you go.”

The memory of meeting him the first time was fuzzy. It blurred together like the rest of your memories before your time here. His eyes were clear though in your mind. They saw everything. You never stood a chance.

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” he said, sleep slightly disappointed, when you once again stayed quiet. “Maybe we can make a snowman in the front yard and snuggle by the fire after with hot chocolate.”

Tears silently fell from your eyes as he continued to feed you. How many nights had you begged to go home? It didn't matter how much you begged and pleaded. It was always the same response when he fucked you into submission. “You are home.”

“And you said you weren’t hungry,” he teased, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin. “You ate every bite.”

You blinked and saw that he was right. The plate was empty. Were you becoming numb to it all? Or were you finally starting to realize that you couldn’t fight the inevitable? What was wrong with you?

“Thank you, Steve,” you whispered. “You’re welcome,” he replied, pleased again as he pushed his chair back and helped pull yours back. “Now we can have dessert.”

You tensed as he helped you up. Could you go one day without him having you? “I’m a bit tired.” “You’ll have plenty of time to sleep later,” he said softly, but there was a hint of malice behind his words. “I want to make love to you by the tree. It’ll be perfect.”

It wouldn’t be perfect. It would be one more thing he took away from you. You already knew the next time you looked at a tree, you wouldn’t feel peace or one with nature. Instead, you would remember what it felt to have his cock spear you. The stretch burned, but he always made up for it by giving you unwanted pleasure. You could only tell yourself so many times you didn’t want him when he played your body like a well tuned instrument. “Each year we’ll add a new ornament,” he said, his gaze on you as he pulled you into the living room. He already had a pillow and blanket waiting by the tree. The man with the plan. "It can be one of our traditions."

Your hands trembled as he brought them to his shirt, avoiding his gaze as you unbuttoned his shirt. You focused on his broad chest as you pushed it off, your fingers making quick work of removing his pants and underwear once you got your shaking under control. Undressing him like this was another one of his games. It made it look like you were willing. There were so many others who would have died to be in your shoes, but he didn’t want them. You were his one and only.

His hands pushed at your clothes once you were finished and you let him undress you. The layer of protection was missed already as everything fell to the floor. You were lucky you had clothes on. Some days he didn’t let you get dressed at all.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked, dark desire in his eyes. “I should have put a bow on you so I could unwrap you, darling. You really are the best gift I could have ever asked for.”

Steve kissed you slow and deep, his greedy hands roaming as they had so many times before. It was unfair how it knocked the air out of you. It should have repulsed you, but you were already responding. Your body had actually given up a long time ago. Your mind was a crack away from shattering. The realization made your stomach turn.

After a minute of kissing, he laid you on the floor and moved to his knees. Your legs parted too quickly in your eyes and he didn’t have to pry them open himself. You choked on a sob, quickly covering your mouth. He was winning. You were weak. You were…lost to him. “Hey, hey,” he whispered, sliding a hand up your thigh to his prize. One of his fingertips grazed your clit as you moaned behind your hand. “Let me hear it," he added, waiting until you moved your hand back to your side.

You tried desperately not to clench around him as he slid a finger into your wet channel, but he felt it just the same as he moved in and out. “Always so responsive. So good for me,” he praised as he added another finger.

He worked you slow and easy, those watchful eyes drinking in the sight of you. For a moment, you could pretend that this was love. Maybe this was the only way he knew how to love...By taking what he could from you.

Your back rose slightly from the floor, shocked at how close you were. How many times would he make you come tonight? He never failed to pull out every last bit of pleasure from you. But before you could give over to his wordless command, he slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good. Wish I could have my tongue and cock in you at the same time so I could taste when I make you mine,” he rumbled as he licked your juices from his fingers.

You turned your head away when he dropped his hand to stroke himself, only to be met with your reflection in one of the ornaments. The distortion couldn’t hide how aroused you looked. You wanted to smash it.

“Look at me,” he whispered as stretched over you, touching your cheek when you managed to look back at him. You felt cold underneath him despite the heat from his body. “Tell me,” he added as you felt the broad head of his cock at your entrance.

“I love you, Steve,” you whispered back, the words easily flowing out as he pushed inside you. The intensity in his eyes was strong enough to temporarily ignore the pleasurable pain.

“I love you, too. I love you so much.”

The conviction made it sound believable as he thrust. His hands moved to your hips and held you in place easily, his grip reminding you that he could snap your bones if he wished. He never would. The true agony was when you basked in the afterglow. He would remind you that you didn’t fight him. That you had to want him badly enough. “You love me.”

His body pinned yours down possessively as he rocked in and out of you. Your wetness helped him glide fluidly, even with his girth. “You were made for me. Can’t you feel it?”

You gripped his arms for purchase, almost wishing he would fuck you in that moment. It would be easier to hate him if he just took what was “his” and left you to pick up the pieces after. But when he made love to you like this, it destroyed your willpower. And it killed you that after everything you still didn’t have it in your heart to hate this man.

“I know you can...because I can feel how much you love me.”

Your head lulled as you fought off waves of pleasure, unable to deny his words. It was useless to try. Just like it was useless to think anyone would take you away from this man. He was a hero. A savior. Your tormentor. Your world.

“You’re close. I know you are,” he groaned as he angled himself to hit your sweet spot, wrenching a cry from you.

He was right. You were close, ready to fall over the cliff and crash into the sea below. He would be there to catch you. It would always be him. Another victory for Captain America. “Come for me. Give it to me, darling. Give me everything.”

Your orgasm took over, making you seize up as you clamped down on him. The grunt he let out in response made you tingle with pride before you could snuff it out. It wasn’t long until you felt him lose his pace, joining you in temporary bliss. His warm release spread deep as his hardness pulsed, your pussy gripping him through it. Your body milked every drop as he finished, keeping you intimately connected as he brushed his lips against yours.

You’re not sure when you came back to yourself, but he had his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. The lights reflecting on his skin enhanced how satisfied he looked. “I'm never leaving," you exhaled. It wasn't a question.

"No," he confirmed, kissing your forehead.

“Why me?” you asked. Why did it have to be you?

“Because we love each other.”

He wrapped the blanket around you both as you began to cry again. It sounded so simple...so normal. You wished you could pretend your life was normal, but it was the furthest thing from it. And it was too late. Steven Grant Rogers consumed you. Everything began and ended with him. He was your life and you were his.

“And I already know what wish I have for next year,” he whispered, your horror renewed as he placed a hand on your stomach. “Merry Christmas.”

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oneoftheprettynerds · 3 years

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Belle Of The Ball: Dark! King! Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: So this my first ever proper dark fic and I’m so nervous. I finished it but my mind thinks it’s garbage. so I’m gonna post this now when I’m feeling a random spurt of courage and am confident in my work. So here’s my masterpiece, cookies.

This is for Dark!MCU Festive Fic swap hosted by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @darkmcuficswap

My giftee is @hermesmaximoff Hope you enjoy it love!

Thanking @firefly-graphics for the dividers: both personalised and general.

There is also an amateur somewhat okay shitty poster I decided to make which is included at the end.

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC CONTAINING DUBIOUS CONSENT BORDERING NON-CON AND EXPLICIT SMUT. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. LOSS OF VIRGINITY, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY, BREEDING KINK ALSO PRESENT.

Summary: Invited to the Royal ball by the benevolent monarch, you could barely control your excitement to visit the Capital. While you were busy admiring his prosperous reign, King Steve was quite occupied getting enamoured by you. As you try to fulfil the King’s demands, secrets find their way out.

CHARACTERS + GENRE: DARK!STEVE ROGERS X READER, SUPERNATURAL STEVE ROGERS X READER (read to find out what), ROYAL AU, HALLOWEEN THEME (I tried for the request, hope you do like it)

King Steve Rogers invites the princes and the princesses of all Kingdoms, near and afar,

To celebrate his several years of reign.

He requests thy kind and noble presence

At the joyous regale

of his auspicious ball

On the thirty first of October,

after sundown, in His Majesty’s finest castle.

Challenging thy with the unique theme of

A Halloween Masquerade Ball,

The King expects exceptional indulgence from all.

The Most Grandiose Halloween Celebration is being organised with the spookiest of events within.

Come here if you dare.

“We have been invited to a royal party! My day couldn’t have been better!” Your elder sister exclaimed, jumping quite unladylike in your chambers, as you went through the details of the venue. You chuckled at her antics, knowing rather well that she would be scolded if someone else was present.

“Emma, Mother has to approve first. As Lady Ava always says, don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

“As if mother would really decline an invite from the King, dear sister.” She rolled her eyes at you, not letting her enthusiasm die as you pondered over her words.

Your sister had a point though, the King summoning your presence was not to be taken lightly. The invitation came up handwritten in a scroll with the King’s wax seal atop it. It was placed elegantly beside a golden mask in a rectangular black box, that bore the Majesty’s sigil on the front.

The theme of the ball wasn’t that peculiar if you reflected over it, the renowned monarch was also recognised for his distinct interest in eerie, unearthly beings. He was known for adventuring into haunted lands, mysterious manors and sinister soils, meeting up with people rumoured to be sorcerers and occultists.

Of course, the reason for his encounters was sometimes rumoured to be because of his familial distress, how he couldn’t find a mate to procreate with and conceive his own heir no matter what. Three females, who were pregnant with a progeny of his blood, none his wife though, had died during the first two or tercet months, reason unspecified why.

Coming to You, you and your sister weren’t actual princesses, rather the daughters of one of the esteemed Ministers in the King’s cabinet. The benevolent King, however referred to the daughters of the town, more exactly, the Kingdom, as noblewomen. He held high reverence for the females and was the sole creditor to the improved condition of the women in this era. No matter how troubled his own life was, the King was the most merciful royal to be crowned to date, his people prospering under him.

Your sister nodded eagerly to your mother, drinking in her words like the fine tea you all had in the afternoons, while you just smiled at her advice.

When you both met your mother for dinner, you were surprised to find her already informed about the invitation. Her conformity to the celebration astonished you even more, but Emma’s zeal was starting to rub off on you too by the end of the meal.

Your mother continued, “Your father mentioned The Majesty is looking for a wife, quite possibly. He has been insistent in trying to get a successor the correct way this time, by courting the lady who piques his interest. Even though this might be a rumour, or some gossip spun by the ladies of the Cabinet, you both should try your best to be graceful and presentable. Among the hundreds of guests, he’d be having over, on the off-chance, if Gods allow, that either of you manages to entice him, it will only promise you the most pleasant of all forthcomings. It would also do me and your father some good, if you managed to find some other suitable bachelor, from a nice background to engage with.”

Your sister had always been one with the more overactive imagination out of you two, while you had been the more serene and poised one. When she’d be out playing with the children in your town, you’d be talking to the younger toddlers, drawing with chalks on the side. For every kid she splashed with water in the nearby sapphire river, you made tots flower crowns. These were the values you both grew up with, and these will be the values you’d die with.

After days of shopping velvet fabrics and silk textiles, and bothering your seamster to make sophisticated and stylish dresses, you both neared your day of departure. After some instructions to you both to represent your father and town well, your mother bid you adieu. It was nerve wracking to not have your mother by your side, for an event as big as this was, but since you both had passed more than twenty name days, you were expected to be proper, independent ladies.

With a heavy heart and some self, positive affirmations, you and your sister embarked on the voyage, which was filled with her chitchat.

You only hoped that the gala was as exciting as your family made it out to be. That it was just a King trying to celebrate his sovereign with some western festival integrated together. That the event would not be as unnerving and creepy as the last line of his invitation made it out to be.

For some unknown cause, it did not sit well with you. Your apprehensive intuition made you wary of the invitation for some reason, but you let your sibling’s zest take you over. What benefit would fretting get you?

The ball was far more pompous than anything you’d have imagined in your little head. All the ideas that Emma had come up with during your journey, to anticipate the extent of extravagance for the ball, were all exceeded with tenfold finesse. You had travelled to faraway, distant lands with your parents, but the King’s mansion, with all the festivity happening, was truly a sight to behold.

Entering The Capital had been the highlight of your excursion, you were sure earlier, but well you were proved wrong. Your father greeted you both when you had arrived, eager to see his angels after almost six moons, and had ensured you both got the best of the accommodations in the well-built, enormous fort. He introduced you to several of his comrades as well as their brooding, young lads and then, left you both to rest for the main event next eve. With two maids at your every beck and call, courtesy of your father, your time went smoothly and now you found yourself at the said Halloween themed celebration, staring around in awe of every little detail that had been so meticulously handled to make the event as dazzling as it was.

The servants were dressed rather ridiculously as cats, wearing some bizarre structure resembling cat ears, horribly short black dresses barely past their thighs and some whiskers draw using either coal or makeup, you weren’t sure. It was a poor attempt to make them appear feline. However, the food was as immaculate as everything else, entirely themed like only blood red wine, candied apples, chicken pumpkins, cheesecake brain, mummy muffins, some appetizer with bell peppers as jack-o-lanterns; these were the few that met your sights.

The hall was so grand, almost the size of three jousting arenas and playing fields combined with pillars having detailed architecture supporting the place. The walls were covered in scarlet, golden and black velvet drapes, the royal colours, and beautiful masquerade masks were pinned atop them, along the walls. Almost hundred round, white clothed tables filled the ballroom, with gold plated candlesticks and utensils upon them. The entire place had entertainers progressing around, the essence of it being magicians, clowns, contortionists, palm and tarot card readers.

In the centre of the hall, was an empty space, reserved for the soon to be ensuing dancing. An orchestra on the side had beautiful instruments, playing soft melodies for now, reserving the upscale beats for later.

You had only read a few books on Halloween to be prepared but nothing could have geared you up for this. Your small-town self was gaping at everything with a childlike wonder while somehow your sister was quite composed and calm, somehow your roles had been reversed.

Emma was wearing a blue gown, having several layers of nets and cloth, each a different shade of azure. She tried to dress as the mythical creature called mermaid, with crystal heels and a beaded neckline. Her masquerade mask had scales like fish, made using shining sequins. She looked so gorgeous, truly managing to look captivating.

You on the other hand were dressed like an angel, which you were against, finding it too mainstream and typical and wanted to dress like an enchantress with violet and jade colours, which your mother immediately negated. On demand of your sister, she let you wear a fluffy white ball gown, and had you made wings with dove feathers, an apparatus which was astonishingly light to wear. Using her art and craft skills, Emma made you a headband with two wires attached to a metal ring, shaped like an angel’s halo. The loop at top made of some special metal that glowed golden in the dark, making it look like a real, floating halo. Your mask had a fur lining on it, and silver sparkles were sprinkled all over you, with pretty makeup on your face, courtesy of your sibling.

The change in music brought you out of your reverie, as trumpets and harps began to hum, signifying the arrival of the King on the grand staircase. He had a crimson red velvet cape descending his broad shoulders, his tuxedo underneath could hide neither his long legs nor his bulging, protruding biceps. His black, shining shoes cost more than your entire apparel, you were certain.

As your gaze ascended his masculine form, you were mesmerised furthermore with his high cheekbones, full lips tainted cherry pink, a Grecian slanting nose, sleek eyebrows, luscious blonde hair, a thick beard and the best of all yet, cerulean blue eyes, the prettiest you’d ever seen in the entirety of your small life. The ladies beside you, Emma included, had the same reaction whether they had witnessed his Highness before or not. Every female’s gaze seemed to flicker between his azure eyes and the Golden crown resting atop his blonde locks, flooded with rubies and emeralds and gemstones you weren’t sure your books had.

For a moment you felt his eyes land on you, which surprised you even more so, that you questioned yourself about it, but his cheeky grin and wink confirmed it, make you shiver involuntarily as heat spread through your face while a titillating stir ran through you, a first for you. His impeccably white teeth were clearly visible now, showing two elongated canines, which finally gave you a sense of his attire, paired with his blush lips, A Vampire.

He spoke a few words, eyes unsteadily wavering, observing different members of the gathering. He let the dances commence, partnering with his most suitable match at the festivity, the daughter of the wealthiest lord. After the first song was over, other couples joined alongside him while you stood at the side, observing everything. Only mere moments ago had your sister been courted by a young man, the two of them shooting each other coy glances since they had entered.

A tap on your shoulder had you puzzled, you turned around focus landing on warm, brown eyes. You recalled him to be Lord Stark’s son, Peter, having met him yesterday at dawn. His familiar brown eyes gave you sense of comfort, which you liked, not being alongside Emma now.

“Shall we?” He asked, his cheeks ruby like yours were, as he extended the palm of his hand towards you. You giggled, smiling like a little babe who got extra cookies for dessert, and accepted his hand. Sauntering to the dancing arena, you only prayed to The Heavens above that Lady Ava taught you enough to embarrass neither yourself nor your guild.

Tracing his steps and following his lead, you did manage to dance without falling, which was a surprise seeing how spread out your wings were. You and him made easy conversation, about your hometowns and interests. You saw your Father proudly looking at you and Emma, dancing with lads, you guessed, he approved of.

As the song ended and the orchestra played a transitioning tune between the melodies, a cough sounded beside you as you and Peter stopped. Your eyes widened as you nervously curtsied beside Peter, A ‘Your Majesty” falling from both your lips.

“If it’s not too much trouble, may I share a dance with the most stunning dame here?”

Peter politely stepped back, letting go of your waist, as The King’s wide stature more than filled his place. Your heart was beating rather loudly, blood pumping to your ears as you tried to make sense of what was happening. In your peripheral vision you could see the prying eyes of others looking at you both, ready to criticize you for one wrong move. Your father watched intently, a slight warning in his eyes to not mess this opportunity up while your sister comfortingly smiled at you. You tried to even your breaths and make sense of what he was saying, to not just stand and gape like a fool in court.

As the harmony played out, he swayed you around, lifting you up and twirling you around. Compliments spewed out from his lips, making you crimson like freshly ripened apples. You couldn’t keep up with your expression of gratitude through your words as he admired your eyes, your elegance and your ensemble which just couldn’t make him shift his eyes from you.

After two songs had played out, he left as suddenly as he had come, with a promise to meet you later. You watched him dance with other maidens, who approached him when you were dancing together, entertaining every approaching lady like an excellent host.

You made your way to the side, hoping to get some liquor, or at least some fluid in your veins and not faint right there this moment. Emma came up beside you while you were having wine, and rubbed your back in a parental way. Her eyes communicated her understanding of how overwhelmed you felt at the instant. Her date and Peter soon came and kept you both company for the rest of the night. As duos danced and people got intoxicated, you had to call it a night on behalf of your sister, her incessant giggling make you worried for her inebriated self.

You slipped her out before your father caught her and gave her a stern talking to and tucked her in her bed keeping a glass of water and some fresh fruits for her on the bedside wooden bench. You concluded retiring for the night yourself but only after assuring your father of your whereabouts and well beings. Before returning to the hall, you took off your wings and the halo, also opting to leave the mask behind as the fur tickled your skin. Your makeup hadn’t ruined in the heat of the hall, it was a miracle. You made your way to the Hall, hoping to find your father, assumingly drunk with all his entourage.

Two hallways before the decorated ballroom were you pinned to the wall, one hand of your attacker covering your parted lips while the other held your face delicately, with a lover’s touch. A split second was all it took for you to be immobilised by this man and another by your wavering form to recognise the cobalt blue eyes and blonde curls. When The King was certain you wouldn’t scream, his hand left your mouth slid upwards, mirroring his other hand, with thumbs in front of your ears and palms resting on your cheeks.

“Your Majesty?” You mumbled back, your voice somehow even lower, afraid for yourself and even more so terrified to offend him.

“Say, would you come for a while to my chambers, the view of the creek from my balcony is splendid.”

His choice of words gave you an option, but his eyes, almost hypnotically told you there was only one correct answer.

“You are the one, I can feel it.” He whispered lowly but your heightened senses gladly picked it up.

You meekly nodded, your inner self surprised at your body moving of its accord alongside him, as your mind started voiding of thoughts like reporting to your father, checking up on Emma. You felt like you were trapped in someone else’s form and fought with an invisible force to take over the reins of your own body.

You did not fail to notice the lack of guards outside the King’s chamber and how every entrance managed to open itself. The King wasn’t lying about the picturesque scene though, as you stood in the balcony, hair getting ruffled by the strong breeze that seemingly came from nowhere.

Your body stiffened as King Steve came uncharacteristically close to you and slid his hands around your middle, his nose nestled in your locks, inhaling deeply.

His lips descended your neck, laying feathery kisses on his path as you stood there, unable to even move your hands or turn around. This out of body sensation was broken when you felt intense pain on piercing of your skin where your head met your torso. You suddenly gained all wits and enough strength to flail your limbs around but all your might wasn’t enough to even stir the man from his task. Your throat couldn’t gather enough energy to scream, though you doubted anyone would come. You started getting light headed and only then did he stop, carrying you in his arms to his widespread four poster bed, mattress as soft as sponge and sheets as silky as butter. Too weak to fight him off, you harvested all your energy in staying conscious as your gaze danced around, trying to make sense of every object present but not awake enough to notice too many details. The wine you drank did not make it any better.

As you laid on the stranger’s bed, you felt his body sit beside you, holding your neck; leaning down, his lips meeting yours for the first time. You did not reciprocate, neither did you have the strength nor the will, while his tongue slipped inside your mouth, roaming around like a traveller in foreign land.

As the kiss drew on, you felt some energy sidle inside you, enough for your mind to function again but not ample enough to fight off the brawny thief who robbed you of your first kiss. King Steve broke off the kiss and connected your foreheads together, his indigo eyes turning black in want, leaving you a frightening and gasping mess.

He backed away, sitting more straighter now as his hand drew back from around your neck and slid along your stomach, nearing the most intimate part of your body, even though there were still layers of cloth present. His hands did not stop there, however, and made their way downwards only stopping at the hem of your gown and slipping inside.

You shrieked out suddenly, becoming aware of his intentions quite late and grasped his wrist that rested now on your knee.

“Your Majesty, I……I can’t-”

“Do you wish to refuse your King?”

You looked down, caught in the dilemma of wanting your safety and offending him once again. Your virtue had to be preserved till marriage, your mother had taught you, but on the other hand, the King’s words were the law.

“Answer Me.” The King’s cold voice broke through your thoughts, not a shout but still scarier than a yell.“

Your Majesty, I’ve never engaged in s-” You started tearing up, lower lip wobbling and body shaking at the thought of the future. You did not see this ending beneficial in any scenario. If you lost your virtue, you would never get wed but if you refused the King and he felt insulted, your family and your connections would be in the ruins, he held that much power over you.

Cradling your face with his other hand, he began again, “You think I’m not already aware, pretty one?” The man who was reprimanding you only few moments ago upon not answering him, had a smile on his face this time: not assuring or comforting, but malicious and sinister to its very core. “I could smell your untainted scent from my room, before even descending the stairs.”

“Your e-eyes..” You gaped again as colours morphed in his eyes, red now swirling around in the pools of darkness, his words lost on you as you felt your fear rising due to the inhumane action.

“For an intellectual, bibliophilic girl, you sure are oblivious, sweetheart.” He scoffed, looking unimpressed at you, “Come on, prove to me you aren’t heedless like the rest, draw the conclusion." His eyes held yours, again altering into hues of different colours, seemingly mocking you now.

You don’t know how the thought jumped into your head, maybe because the two holes on your neck stung suddenly or because the automatically opening doors entered your mind, the contemplation that his fangs appeared so realistic and authentic the more you stared at them paired with the blood on his collar, not just the fresh red stain of your plasma but also the burgundy stain present there, giving his lips the cherry red shade you admired hours ago on his arrival at the event.

“This is not a co-costume, no-” You inhaled a quick breath, “you are a vampire.” Your face paled in realisation while he smirked proudly, tapping your knee in a weird, twisted form of appreciation.

“Tremendous, my dear. But only half, you see. My mother was one, yes, but my father, he gave me an even better ability, he was an Incubus.” You shuddered as the words sunk in, your only worry being staying alive now, when your life was in the hands of this sex demon, having the greatest of powers and strength. Your mind did not spend any time mulling over the existence of supernatural beings, only dwelling on possible escapes now.

“That is why even your untouched body couldn’t help but react to my form and it is also the very reason, that I can read what goes on in your mind, all your memories, your hobbies, every book you’ve read, your precious sister, Emma isn’t it? So please, do not even think about fleeing if you don’t want your family to suffer.”

The threat loomed in the air, nasty sobs wracking your body as his thumb came to wipe the tears off. His hands started undoing the lace on the front of your bodice as you sniffled. Managing to quieten down just a bit, you begged, “Please don’t do this, I’ll have nowhere to go if my family found about me partaking in this unholy deed before marriage.” You had little hope about him seeing reason but there was optimism nonetheless.

“Darling, do not fuss that I’ll leave you unhinged and deserted after finding pleasure in your body, you are to be mine now. Essentially, you already are.” His lips claimed yours again as the front of your dress slackened, bundling around your waist.

You pulled back, surprised at his promise, “You mean that?” He nodded, coming to kiss you again. You turned so that his lips met your neck, tongue licking the salt residue of tears there. “In what sense?”

“In every sense you could think of and more. I’ll give you everything, make you my queen, would you like that?” He mumbled in your neck, tongue now soothing the two punctured cavities residing there.

You could feel yourself crossing your legs involuntarily, trying to caress the abrupt yearning in your intimate part, your underclothes dousing with wetness somehow. Steve smirked in your neck, sitting upright and playing his trump card.

“I’ll marry you and we’ll rule together with the plenty of successors you’ll give me. Won’t that make your parents proud? Isn’t that what your parents taught you? Catch the King’s eye?” You meekly nodded, his charisma of an Incubus winning you over. “I’ll make your father The King’s Hand and send your mother the finest of jewels and gems, satins and silks.” He looked over at your submissive form, looking at him with the innocence of a toddler, swayed by his promises.

“I’ll let your sister have a grand wedding with the man she dears. All you have to do is surrender yourself to me and be my Queen, rule alongside me. So I ask, will you?” You cut him off, your lips pressing against his as you tried to mimic his earlier movements. He held your waist, surprised but pleasantly so, crushing the layers of the rolled top half of your dress underneath his hands. You had very little idea about what bedding someone meant but you had this primal urge to not have any skin of yours covered or untouched by him.

Steve shed his cape and threw every cloth on his torso away, almost as eager as you to get skin to skin contact. Your hands tangled in his hair as he lifted you up and sat you in his broad lap, not before sliding your dress all the way down. As he broke the kiss and took in your body, parts of you hidden under the smallclothes, he let out a growl that frightened yet excited you with another shiver down your spine.

He made quick work of his bottoms, his cock standing and reaching his muscled chest almost and you gaped. Your sister, Emma had informed you of men’s parts being far much smaller than what you had just witnessed. His member stood erect and proud, glistening as he pumped it with his fist. His eyes drank in your surprise and trepidation, getting amused and turned on even more.

You still laid stretched across the bed, legs straight ahead of you while your torso rested on your elbows, eyes wary of his every next movement. He eyed your scantily clad body, gaze filled with lust and nothing more and climbed between your legs, one hand coming down on your waist while the other grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a possessive kiss, robbing you of your breath. Your mind was slowly registering the reality of it all, this was going to happen no matter what. You were going to sin by engaging in fornication. But is it really wrong if your benevolent king demands that of you?

His hand sliding from your face to your bosom distracted you from your chain of thoughts. He slid the cups of your garment revealing your nipples and took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his other pinched the abandoned one. You didn’t know if you should be more surprised at his actions or the rush of the feelings that ran through you.

He slowly released your nipple and trailed soft kisses down your stomach to your most intimate part yet, kissing it through the cloth there. His delicate touch was abruptly contrasted with him grabbing the fabric, tearing it into two and revealing you bare.

You closed your legs out of instinct but his heavily muscled hand took them apart in a single push. He eyed you with a warning, to not obstruct him anyhow anymore.

“Let me taste that sweet nectar of yours, sweetheart. I really want to find out if it is as addictive as my senses picked it up, as sweet as the aura that surrounds you.”

And with that he dove into your pussy, his tongue roaming your wet cavern. Neither did you understand what he spoke of nor had you sister told you about the activity happening right now. But all you could do was focus on the astonishingly pleasant shivers running through you as you had an out of the body, more accurately an out of the world experience. You had no sense of the time that passed and how long you laid there clutching the silk sheets letting out mewls. But out of nowhere, something in you snapped and all your energy left you.

As your blurry vision cleared and your eyes found his face, he licked his still glistening lips, his beard moist and wet but erotically so. He dove right into kiss again and you tasted your own sweet nectar for the first time ever. His hand roamed your body, grabbing your curves and caressing your soft flesh.

One of his hands made its way down furthermore and spread your fluids along your folds, and then lined up himself along your hole. With a sudden push, you felt yourself being full like never before, and a sudden pain hit you as your face visibly flinched. Steve swallowed your grunts of pain with his kisses and started rubbing your bud above your linked bodies.

The shudder that ran through you once again made you incapable of thinking, the ache slowly subsiding behind the pleasure you felt. When your moans filled the air, Steve kissed your collarbones and sucked leaving bruises there, and started thrusting again. As his movements became faster and consistent, and his callused hands rubbed you and pinched your intimate flesh, you ascended to another world. Each action of his introduced you to a new star in the wide galaxy. The same unknown descended upon you again as something snapped in your abdomen and you experienced pure bliss.

“Going to make you the mother of my children, you will carry my seed and bring the Kingdom several heirs. This time I’ll succeed, you will be mine, my Queen in every sense.” His words made you clench around him and that was all it took for him to achieve ecstasy as well.

Your head lolled and your eyes met his sweating frame lying across the silk sheets as a sinister grin adorned his face again, “I need to fuck a successor into you tonight, you ready?”

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