Chapter 64
Rosomon
When Tynan first came into the room, my heart soared, and it didn’t take me long to figure out his plan. While I was in the bath, the other wives whispered a few things to me about this marriage ceremony I’m to suffer tomorrow.
Tynan is trying to save me from the worst parts of it. At a minimum, he’s trying to prevent them from discovering I am very much no longer a maiden.
I long to have sex with Tynan, but certainly not like this.
The mistresses roughly push me over a rail and spread my feet widely apart. The wood digs into my flesh.
“Pad that rail,” Tynan says loudly. I’ve never seen him as commanding as he is today. Perhaps his time at his father’s court drove that into him.
“Pad it now!” Tynan shouts. “I want every bruise and injury she suffers to be made by my cock and my hands.”
The mistresses lift my upper body off the rail. They place a small cushion between my hips and the wood, and then roughly bend me forward again.
The second I’m in position; they tightly bind my ankles in a way that keeps my legs widely apart.
My arms are similarly stretched and bound, and then a strap is placed under my chin, so that my face is directed toward a mirror that enlarges my reflection.
My cheeks are flushed, and I hate seeing the proof of my arousal, given these heinous circumstances.
Zogar well knows I have a fantasy of being bound for sex. And Tynan has taken me with my hands tied. But not like this. Not with all these women watching.
Instead of thinking of our unwanted audience, I try to focus on the fact that Tynan and I have secrets from these women. That we’re tricking them. That while these women think they’re punishing me, it’s actually us putting on a show for them.
“Your Highness,” the Head Mistress says, “before you begin, I must perform my inspection. If she’s not a maiden, she must benefit from her penance tomorrow.”
“Don’t touch her,” Tynan shouts. “My cock will reveal the answer you seek. I’ve broken the flowers of countless maidens and can easily tell the difference. And if she’s not a maiden, she will begin her penance tonight, under the sting of my riding crop.”
“As you wish, Your Highness. And do not forget, it’s important that she suffers.”
My body tenses. Some of the women here bear the scars of brutal lashings on their backs, buttocks and thighs. If these women discover I’ve had sex before, I’ll be whipped tomorrow.
Tynan growls.
“Any brutality tonight is a kindness,” the Head Mistress tells Tynan. “The more she suffers during this ritual, the stronger her bond to Othrix.”
“And the easier her future will feel in comparison,” adds another mistress.
“I don’t need a whip to make her suffer.” Tynan’s hands fall onto my back, and every part of me contracts in response.
None of this seems real, and in spite of my fear and humiliation, my cleft has grown slick. Tynan bends forward, and his face comes into view next to mine in the mirror, reminding me who I am, where I am—that this is neither a fantasy nor a horrible dream.
“Forgive me,” Tynan whispers next to my ear. “My reasons will become clear.”
His face lifts from my view. “Have no fear, ladies. I will get my revenge on this bitch.” He uses a tone I well remember from the days when he tormented me at camp.
“Princess Rosomon.” His voice reveals a sneer on his face, even though I can no longer see him. “Not only will I claim your maidenhood tonight, I plan to ruin you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a moon cycle.”
I hear rustling behind me, and his knuckles brush my backside. He’s opening the flap of his breeches. The hard hot promise of his cock falls against me, and another rush of dampness slicks my folds. I try to imagine we’re somewhere else. Anywhere else.
“If you were any other maiden,” Tynan says loudly and cruelly, “I’d use my fingers to prepare you for my cock.
I’d use my hand to stretch your cunt, before breaking your maiden entrance and forcing your body to swallow me whole.
” He leans forward. “But that’s too good for you, princess.
You’re going to suffer the full force, the entire length of my cock as I split you in two. ”
The mistresses murmur their approval. Tynan well understands what they expect of him, and he’s reminding me how to react. He’s telling me that these women need to see pain on my face and hear it in my voice. I’ve already figured that out.
Tynan’s cock falls away from my body and his palm lands on my bottom with a loud crack.
I cry out. “No. Please. Don’t punish me. I’m a maiden. Please believe me.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He spanks me again and my hips pulse against the padding.
Tynan knows that I found it arousing the other time he spanked me. He’s doing it now to increase my slickness so his initial penetration will be less painful.
He spanks me twice more and then leans over me and squeezes my hardened nipples.
“No. Please.” I cry out at the genuine pain that spreads like wildfires inside me. It quickly dissipates, leaving my cunt pounding and eager for his cock. Tears flow from my eyes. Most of this is show, but some is honest.
He releases my nipples and grips my hip. The head of his cock presses against my entrance as he moves it into position.
“No. Please. Don’t!” I cry out, proud of the fear I’m showing on my face.
Gripping the rail, Tynan slams his full length inside me at once. The slap of his skin fills my ears as his stones and thighs strike my body.
I scream, letting my face twist in agony.
“Holy thrix!” he shouts, over my cries of pain.
The deep penetration was a shock to be sure, and I do my best to play up the suffering.
“She is—she was—most definitely a maiden,” Tynan says through gritted teeth. “I felt her break, and she’s as tight as a fist clamped around me.”
“Please, stop,” I cry out. “It burns. It stings. You’re hurting me.”
I let tears stream down my cheeks. These women don’t need to know they’re partly an act and partly tears of joy at feeling Tynan inside me again. Not to mention tears to process all that’s happened.
My body has barely adjusted to his abrupt penetration when Tynan starts rigorously pumping.
He tugs back on the rail to deepen each drive, and each one hits as deeply as any of his have in the past. My cries of pain turn to moans, but I catch myself in time, twisting my expression and screaming as if I’m in pain.
It’s been a long time since we’ve been together—even longer for him—and I can’t help but think back to the fast and furious fuck Tynan and I had after the first time we were separated.
This time, Tynan paces himself better. After several more hard slams, he moves inside me more gently.
“No need to go easy on her, Your Highness,” says one of the mistresses. “She must be prepared to face the demands of her future duties, serving Othrix.”
Tynan growls. “Believe me, I don’t plan to make any part of this easy.
” He pushes deeply inside me, then bends over and takes my breasts in his hands.
Folded over me, his hips rock, creating some friction as his fingers fondle and twist my breasts, pinching my nipples and tugging at my sensitive flesh.
It feels amazing. Beyond amazing. Trying to hide my enjoyment, I squeeze shut my eyes and cry out, begging for mercy.
“Open your eyes, girl!” one of the mistresses shouts. “If you close them tomorrow, you’ll suffer grave consequences.”
“I’ll make sure she suffers those consequences, now.” Tynan pulls out and spanks me again, heating my ass cheeks until they match how hot I am inside my cunt. The smacks sting, but he’s doing his best not to actually hurt me.
Then he finds and fondles my button.
“Do you feel this, princess?” His voice is cruel. “Answer me!”
I nod, trying not to squirm.
“Does it feel good when I touch you here?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Don’t lie to me!”
I nod as much as I can within my constraints, trying to fight against my rising peak.
“It won’t feel good for much longer,” Tynan growls. “I plan to rub and pinch this sensitive button so hard and for so long, you’ll wish you were dead.”
He gently squeezes my button.
I cry out, as if the agony is intense. As if I can’t stand it. As if it’s the worse pain I’ve ever suffered, when in truth I’m nearing a climax.
One hand still fondling my button, Tynan spanks me with his other palm. A climax strikes. I scream as my entire body vibrates with intense convulsions, my cunt squeezing around nothing, desperate to be filled.
I channel my desperation into my voice, making my cries sound like pain. To be honest, I’m not certain whether there’s much difference between pain and pleasure at this moment, or whether these women could tell the difference in my voice.
“Please,” I cry out as he gently rubs around the sides of my button, all while continuing to lightly spank me. The cracking sound of each smack far exceeds the pain delivered. “I beg you, sir. No more.”
“Oh, princess,” he says roughly. “I’ve only just begun.” My bottom is burning now, and so is my button. He’s been avoiding direct contact with it, but the mistresses can’t tell.
He drives back into me—hard. “I despise you,” he says. “And now that I’ve stolen your maidenhood, I plan to make you pay for insulting my family.”
I catch a glimpse of his face.
As our gazes meet in the looking glass, his eyes soften, but then he closes them, and his face moves out of range of the mirror.
“Please,” I say. “Please take mercy on me.”
“Your quivering body and whimpers are but fuel for me.” He thrusts hard, then holds himself still for a moment. “Your cries are feeding my lust to drill you so hard you may never walk again.”
Tynan starts to rhythmically pump like those electrical machines I saw fucking that woman in Lucian’s club.
He plunges into me over and over and over.
At times he speeds up, at others he slows down, and I suspect he’s trying to prolong this act, so that the mistresses will believe I’ve suffered enough.
Or perhaps so we can stay together for longer.
He rises onto his toes. His stones start slapping me again, but this angle isn’t nearly as brutal as I expect it appears. Tynan has taken me more deeply before and with greater force. And I love how he’s protecting me, all while satisfying the mistresses thirst for cruelty.
“I love the sound when my stones smash against you.” He presses in deep. “Do you know why I love that sound princess?” He drives in again and I shake my head. “I love it because that slap tells me my rod is hitting your womb. It tells me I’m causing you pain.”
My body squeezes and ripples around him, but I watch my face in the mirror, making sure the ecstasy showing there could be interpreted as agony, and that my cries of pleasure can be interpreted as pain.
“I’m going to drive straight through you, princess. I’m going to make sure this hurts not only tonight, but that you’ll be in agony when you’re fucked on the altar tomorrow. I’ll take you so hard that you’ll feel the memory of my rod every time you’re fucked in the future.”
Hand pressed against my upper back, Tynan begins thrusting again, but he’s being more careful now. Wet smacking and sucking sounds ring out, even when he doesn’t drive so deeply.
Another climax rises, but I fight against it. And I writhe against him, too, as if I think I have a chance to escape. Over and over, I beg him for mercy, I beg him to stop, and he keeps telling me how much he wants me to suffer, and how much he’s enjoying my pain as he fucks my tight hole.
I’m weeping now. Not from the pain, but from the pleasure of having Tynan inside me again.
Tears of joy at our reunion. Tears of gratitude for how he rescued my brothers and is rescuing me from lashings tomorrow.
But mostly I weep in hope for our future.
How I hope our future might look, should we all survive the tribunal tomorrow.
I don’t understand Saxon’s plan, or why the dragons joined him, but I do trust that he has one.
Another climax strikes. Tynan speeds up his drives as I contract around him, and I scream through my pleasure, crying out as if I’m in agony. In some ways I am. He covers my mouth, forcing me to swallow my sounds.
He pulls out abruptly, and his hot seed paints my back, reaching all the way up to my hair.
He promised the mistresses that he’d ruin me, and perhaps he already has. Every part of me is shaking and vibrating. Even if I weren’t tied down, I’m not sure I could move.
Tynan backs away from me and then slaps my ass with a hard crack that increases the vibrations in my body.
“Now that the deflowering ritual is complete,” he says gruffly, “I will take this ruined princess to my room. And as soon as my cock is ready, I will fuck her again, even harder this time. While she’s still raw.
I plan to make her scream all night. I’ll make certain she’s torn up inside to maximize the impact of her ceremony tomorrow. ”
Tynan’s tone sends a chill racing through me, but I know he’s just trying to get me out of this room.
“Until her wedding, this bride must be chaperoned,” the Head Mistress tells Tynan. “You may remain in this room, until your rod is prepared to penetrate her again. The other wives can help get you ready. Or, if you prefer, we have tools you can use to drill her holes.”
“No tools will be necessary.” He thrusts his fingers inside my cunt, then bends over me. “I’ll stay as long as I can,” he whispers so softly I can barely hear. “They’ll take you to that altar over my dead body.”
Gratitude floods me again, then my entire body is consumed by the pleasure of his fingers, thrusting and twisting inside me.
As his fingers continue to fuck me, he utters more threats and insults. His cruel words clearly please my captors, and I’m shocked to discover that they also heighten the slick between my legs.
I seem to enjoy Tynan’s cruel words as much as I’ve always enjoyed his praise.
Tynan tells me he can continue all night—alternating between his cock and his hand—and at this point I hope that he can.