~ Life of a Dark Angel ~ {SoulLess}

[soulless]

As Drakkar left the cell, he questioned whether leaving Nica alone with Isaac was sensible but almost as quickly he dismissed the doubt. Isaac might want to fuck her but he almost certainly would not allow himself to and Nica was clearly so desperate to please him after the incident with Torsten that he thought she might even kill Isaac if he pushed hard enough. Drakkar would have loved to have known what sort of conversation those two would have later. Nica had done nothing but tell him about her 'platonic' relationship with her cousins who protected her like she was their own sister and yet Isaac had just grabbed her naked breast whilst climaxing and ejaculated into her face and hair out of pure lust.

The Sister who escorted the Court Girl was tall and slim. She was young but Drakkar recognized her.

"Sister?" he inquired, "I don't believe I have seen you in a Sister's uniform before?"

"No Sire!" she bowed heavily showing her firm heavy breasts, "I was only recently given the honour of being a Sister."

"Good," Drakkar stated, "I wish the girl to pleasure me more in my chamber, take her there!"

"Yes Sire!" the Sister bowed again and hurriedly escorted the girl away.

When Drakkar reached his chamber he had already lost site of the Sister. Disappointed he considered going to the Court Girl's Quarters and requesting her to return. Suddenly the door opened and she emerged from the chamber.

"Sire!" she bowed again, "She is waiting for you, I will return when you are finished with her."

Drakkar reached out stopping the Sister and as she looked up he squeezed her breast gently through the uniform. The girl gasped but continued without any hint of hesitation.

"Is there anything else you desire Sire?" she asked.

"Yes!" Drakkar remarked, "I wish to see you naked! And then I wish you to pleasure me."

"Yes Sire!" the Sister stated and silently turned and re-entered the chamber.

[stormkitten]

When Dannica woke, she stood up carefully. Moving around the cell. She found that she was afraid that he was going to leave her in this small cell till she was a weak little kitten again. That thought actually made her cheeks heat slightly in humiliation. Pacing the cell for several minutes, lost in her own thought she did not pay any mind to Issac.
“Stopping staring at me…”
“Why? I am worried about you.”
“No, your thinking you want to see what’s beneath this blanket again.”
For a moment he was stunned into silence. “That is unfair. You know I had no control over that.” He did not deny it.
Carefully Dannica continued to not look at him. Still remembering the feel of his hand on her breast, his warm seed on her face and chest. And she had been too drugged at the time to do anything but stare at him. She wished she could completely blame master, but that did not seem to be completely right.
“Why don’t you sit don’t you sit down? Your going to wear yourself out.”
“Because if I lay there I am going to loose what little strength I have left.”
“To what point? From what I seen, being Drakkar’s whore does not require a lot of muscles, at least not the kind that your going to gain by pacing.”
That caught her attention. Stopping to stare at him for a long minute. Jealousy was a wicked thing. It was something she had never seen from her cousin.
“You did it on purpose?”
“What?”
“Touched me, you did it on purpose?” A little irritated.
“I was bound. If you want blame someone, blame Drakkar.”
“Oh he has plenty of guilt in this but I already know that. I am serious Iss… Did you reach out for me?”
He was looking away and more than a little angry. That was so not good. “… Yes…”
That one word and she felt sick. Some how she kept the look from her face. Her cousin was a good looking man, that was a given. But she had never thought of him sexually before. All she could really think about was master.
“Would you do it again?”
“What the hell kinda question is that?” He switched from the common language to their native tongue. The speed at his swearing made it close to impossible for anyone not extremely fluent to understand. That was her answer. She did not like. Not only had master made a freak out of her, he was doing the same with her cousins.
“That is not acceptable Issac.”
“You don’t think I know that? You’re the damn one that pushed so hard for answers. If you did not want the truth you knew better than to ask.” Yeah this was all her fault.
“Damn it… I need some space…”
“How do you propose that happens?”
He did not really think she had any options. Dannica called for the guard, she knew there had to be a guard on the other side of the door. There was no way a man like Drakkar would let her stay in a cell with her cousin with now way for her to get out in case something freaky happened. When he did not answer she called out again, and again, and again. By the time the door opened she had been screaming for some time. The door opening, it took her a moment to realize that the guard was standing there. Her mind had taken on a single thought and in her current state it was hard to move on to the next.
“I want Drakkar! Now… Send a message to him that I want to see him… Now!!!” After the door shut, Issac spoke up for the first time since her little screaming had started.
“Dannica are you sure this is wise?”
“We are done talking…” There was silence between them until the door opened. And that seemed to take eternity. Climbing to her feet, she was already moving. She did not believe that he would talk with her cousin free. Knowing that, she was determined not to have her cousin drawn into this again.
The guard was too slow to react to her advance. Hitting him with all the strength she could muster, satisfied when her blow sent him to the ground. The second guard hesitated to react, starting to turn to Drakkar to see what the appropriate reaction should be. It came too late, she did not hesitate to hit him. Luck was on her side that neither were Bernhart. He would not have hesitated to eliminate a threat this his Sire. If she was smart she would have grabbed one of their knives, but she did not. A knife would not do her any good.
“Stay Issac…” Head turned slightly to make sure Issac knew she was serious.
At the door of the cell she hesitated. Finding that she wanted permission to step out. “I want to come out and talk.” Stepping out, she found that she was a little nervous. Her steps a little slow as she approached. Trying not to look at his face. Afraid that he would see the madness in her. It was humiliating, her lack of being able to control herself. That she might accept this lack of control and give up the fight.
To her it did not matter if they were in the middle of the hallway. He wanted to put on a show for someone, she could put on a show. Reaching to open his pants. For the first time becoming aware of the pain in her hand. The bitch about dropping a man was it usually came with some kind of price, she was lucky if she did not break her hand. Dropping to her knees, legs a little wide spread on the stone, it caused the blanket to separate and show some skin. Taking the tip of him in her mouth. She used her hands for some kind of semblance of control.
“I… want… want… to see Ian… I… want… him and Issac… together… again… soon…” The words came out between sucking and licking. Dannica remembered that he had told her before that she could ask for favors after giving one. Although she was not sure that she would be in any shape to ask after. Making a compromise this way. “And… I… belong in… your… bedroom… master…. not… down… here…”
Once she got the words out she was less interested on conversation, and more interested in using any skill she had to convince him. She knew she had none of the court girls here to help her or save her. Dannica had nearly no confidence in her ability but she had little choice but to try.

[soulless]

For arguably the first time in his life, Drakkar felt uncomfortable. It wasn't embarrassment exactly, in the last two days he had fucked Nica senseless in front of two other men one of whom was watching now as she sucked on his massive cock. But that had been his choice and his choice alone. Today it was not. She had floored two guards, not just any two guards, but two of his 'best' guards, and for what, just so that she could suck his dick? It made no sense. Something was going on here, something he had missed. But worse than that, he had seen her charge the first guard, watched as she sucker punched the second and he had done nothing. He had neither stopped her nor reprimanded her. He just stood there and let her rummage in his pants for his cock and now his eyes were locked on Isaac as he grunted in concert with Nica's bobbing head.

"Guards leave us!" he managed to grunt.

The first guard started to pull at the second one who was still unconscious. When he couldn't rouse him he started to close the cell door.

"Leave it!" cursed Drakkar, "Just get out of here!"

Seconds later the soldier dragged his unconscious colleague down the stone passageway to a flurry of voices and then silence.

Drakkar reached down and tore away the blanket tossing it behind him leaving Nica naked and exposed again. She lifted her head and turned a little conscious that Isaac could see her naked again but Drakkar was now highly aroused and did not take favourably to her lack of attention. He forced her head down hard onto his erect shaft and she gave up placing both hands on his cock, leaning forward and spreading her legs although Drakkar knew she must know that by doing so Isaac would have a clear view of her cunt.

[stormkitten]

Dannica was barely aware of his order for the guards to leave. Did he not want her to put on a show? He had fucked her a few times in front of servants in the dinning room, he had enjoyed humiliating her in front of her Torsten and her cousin. Given the chance she was fairly certain he would do it again. All the guards that knew her, knew she was his whore. More than a few had escorted her to Healer, barely able to walk and his cum still dripping from her. Whatever. It meant she might be able to look back on this memory without feeling completely humiliated. It was a fleeting thought.
There was actual a sense of calmness in the middle of the chaos that was her mind. Anger at her cousin, fear for them fueling her mind further into chaos. That she was doing what she needed to do and nothing else mattered. Yeah her cousin had a good point, be afraid for her like this. What was rational to her was pure overboard to normal people. Worse it was addicting. Able to go any distance, do nearly anything that she needed to with barely a backward thought. It was a freeing experience.
And from her current position, she thought master liked. He had not stopped her, had not reprimanded her. Actually the sending away of the guards could be seen as encouragement. See, she thought, Issac was wrong, master would enjoy her broken. She knew what was wrong with her, Issac knew, she knew that master had to know. He had to know and had not discouraged it over the last few days. In her state of mind she knew there was no reason for him to discourage it if she was like this, happy being his little mindless fuck doll. Happy wanting no more than sleep between fuckings and know somewhere in the back of her mind that her cousins would be safe.
Part of her knew that she had just put master into an awkward situation. Because he had sent his guards away and she now commanded his attention, if Issac tried to escape he would have precious extra seconds during this distraction. But Dannica rationalized that it was okay, she had control of the situation. She was counting on her cousin doing as she said. After all she was on her knees out here because of him. In her current state of mind she would not have hesitated to hit her cousin too if he tried to be stupid. Like the guards he would have taken the blow rather than hurt her.
Dannica did no protest when he pulled the blanket away. She had not wanted to give the extra temptation to her cousin, but apparently master did not want her body hiding from him. This was about him, not her cousin. Taking the encouragement her mouth went further down on his shaft. Trying to take in as much as she could. Using her tongue on the underside and tip of him, sucking with as much strength as she could.
Unconsciously her hips moved, humping slightly. Giving oral made her own body want a release. But expecting nothing. She told herself she would not get that release, he could barely fuck her without her screaming in pain and he barely bothered to look at her if he was not fucking her. Not that she cared at the moment. The dismissive thoughts of her own body were forgotten as she felt the first spurts of his seed on her tongue. Mentally avoiding pulling away, knowing this was as important as anything.
Finally pulling away, her left hand was braced on the floor. Breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, trying to calm her body. Head bowed slightly, strands of hair had fallen free from her braid and now hung loose in her face. With the desperate need easing slightly in her mind, she became aware of the dull ache in her hand. Cradling it to her body, she tried not to move it, pretending if she ignored it then it did not exist.

[soulless]

Drakkar grunted loudly as he ejaculated. He smiled as he watched Isaac staring between Nica's spread thighs, letting her lick him clean before forcing his huge penis back into his pants.

What he was about to do could backfire badly but he had decided then and there after the incident with Torsten that he had to know if Nica could be trusted and he needed to force a rift between Nica and her cousin.

Lifting the girl to her feet he pushed her naked back into the cell.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs!"

Nica did as she was told, she looked indignantly at Isaac who surveyed her perfect body as she continued to nurse her injured hand holding it above her head pushing her ample breasts out.

"You, come here!" Drakkar ordered and Isaac stood walking towards the cell door.

Drakkar pulled Isaac out of the cell and pinned him against the wall just out of Nica's sight and put a blade to his throat. Lowering his head he whispered into Isaac's ear.

"Listen and listen carefully. You want to fuck Nica don't you? You want to thrust your cock into her body until you come. So go back in there and do it. She's injured, exhausted. Take her. If you don't rape her, I will kill her! And if you tell her I told you to rape her, I'll kill her and Ian. Do you understand?"

Isaac muttered angrily but helplessly, unable to move because of the blade at his throat.

"Y-Y-Yes!"

Drakkar removed the blade and sheathed it. Pushing Isaac back inside he took him to the back of the cell and whispered to him to disrobe. As Isaac turned and began to undress, Drakkar knelt beside Nica. He grabbed a breast then felt her moist cunt. As she squirmed he whispered in her ear.

"I will return for you later. I want you to rest now, you will serve me tonight in my quarters. Be careful of your cousin. I don't like the way he looks at you when you are naked. I will arrange fresh clothes for you both."

Drakkar grabbed Isaac's clothing and left the cell locking the door behind him.

[stormkitten]

A little shocked at his sudden departure, she laid there for a moment. She could not help feeling lost and alone. Sitting up, she pulled a blanket over her body. Staring at the door for the longest time, she nearly forgot her cousin was even in the cell with her. Unsure what she had done wrong again. A little anger started in her. All these visits to see the court girls, trying to learn how to please him. She felt no closer tonight than she had the first night.
Dannica jumped slightly feeling her cousin’s hands on her suddenly. Starting to tell him to go the fuck away, she went from sitting facing the door to her knees facing a corner. Before she could comprehend what was going on, she felt his nude body slide down her back. His right hand on her throat, his left hand pinned her left wrist to the wall in front of her. Her body moved to try to free herself but her mind was in shock.
“Issac, what the hell? Stop…. Sttttoop…” Dannica screamed in shear panic as his length pressed into her wet body. After being fucked by Drakkar she was fairly sure few people would be able to hurt her sexually again. He seemed to know this too. Feeling his pace was quick, desperate. She had never known nay of her cousins to be with women often. There were few in the army and she had not thought it in any of them to rape, even an enemy.
“Shhhhh….. just relax Dannica…. Shhhhh…. You don’t need to be hurt…” She could feel his heated breath against her skin.
“Please don’t do this….”
Tears running down her cheeks, she tried to pull free but he was so much stronger than her. He had leverage to keep her still. The hand on her throat never really tightened, but it was his way of showing his control over her, not the first time he had used it to calm her. Disgusted she screamed for him to stop, screamed for the guard, she even screamed Drakkar. Her voice was already borderline raw from yelling for the guard and soon she could barely whisper.
As her struggles died, he hold loosened. It was not enough motivation for her to try to get away, her body tired and sore. The hand that had held her left hand moved to her breast. A disgusted noise escaped her lips as he rolled it between his fingers. She never would have guessed that he had wanted this for any amount of time, she could not believe that.
Issac wanted to believe he was doing this for her own good. Because Drakkar had threatened them. But he knew it went deeper than that. He was not sure when the thoughts of her had first started. Since coming here things seemed a little fuzzy, lines a little blurry. For years she had been the only woman in him and his brother’s life. There was an occasional whore but in the army they were rare and one could never really put their defenses down and enjoy. Even when his cousin and brother was with her, there was always a worry that they were not enough, that he was being selfish by taking a few minutes.
He thought it had started as just using her image to think of while masturbating. After all he saw so few women it was hard to keep a woman’s figure in mind long enough. Telling himself it was all innocent. Innocent till he had watched Drakkar fuck her. Watched her cum for him over and over again. She was a beautiful woman but he had never realized how great of a body she had.
Issac told himself if it was not for Drakkar’s order he never would have acted on these thoughts. But if this was his one chance he was going to take full advantage of it. He was not stupid, he knew this was most likely a death sentence. Dannica had told him about the other man, and the other man had only touched her. If these were his last few minutes he wanted them to be worth his death. He had never imagined that this would be his fall. He resisted marking her, knowing she was not his to do so to, no sense in making Drakkar angry, he would only take it out on her.
Of all the men, she had thought he would be the last to rape. At least if it included the woman screaming and begging him to stop. He seemed to fuck her forever, it might have only seemed that way or it might really have been. Finally feeling him cum, he was breathing hard on her neck, withdrawing, he did not move away from her. Instead taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts. As wide as her legs were apart she could feel his seed dripping out of her, pooling on the floor.
Carefully he pulled her back from the wall. Maybe he expected her to crawl away. Maybe he expected her to try to retaliate. Whatever it was he expected, her actual reaction was to simply collapse into his lap. Her head rested on his upper thigh, her body motionless on her side between his spread legs. Too exhausted to do anything more. Not that it really mattered. Dannica knew he had just signed his own death sentence, and likely Ian’s too.
Unable to completely blame him. She had known that being in the dungeons had hard effects on a persons mind. The beatings, they had stopped, but she knew he had suffered before she was allowed to see him. Dannica knew a lot of it came from the separation from his brother. Locked so far beneath the earth he could not even be certain his brother was alive. They were only cousins and she had felt the loose, she could not imagine being twins. Everything and master had insisted on pressing Issac, flaunting her. It was little wonder he broke.
Oddly she did not really blame master either. Desperately needing to think if he had serious thought this would happen he would have moved her to another cell or taken her with him. Needing to think that he had thought her cousin was stronger, that this was simply a miscalculation. There was a deep disappointment that no one had come to help her. That he had warned her but had not given her any way to prevent it.
Unable to sleep, she laid still, hot tears still running down her cheeks. Dannica could barely stand his touch, but she forced herself to tolerate it. Thinking these were probably her last few minutes with him. Starting to doubt that she had done everything she could have done to stop this. Self doubting. There had to have been something more, a little more of a fight. And because she had not she was as much at fault. She tried not to think about the fact that master would very likely order her to do it as he had with Torsten.
If it was what master really wanted she was not sure how long she would hold out. Dannica had little doubt he would get what wanted. He had not hesitated before to threaten a worse punishment against her cousins. That thought was enough to motivate her to sit up. Feeling sick to her stomach, she felt her stomach turned. There was nothing in her stomach to come up but she dry heaved several times. She had just gotten herself back under control when the door opened. Dannica could not even bring herself to look up.

[soulless]

Drakkar looked at her and then at Isaac. Nica did not look up but stared at the floor so she did not see Drakkar's and Isaac's eyes meet. Isaac glanced quickly to see if Nica was looking and when he saw she was not he looked at Drakkar again. Drakkar was looking for a response, confirmation and Isaac gave it, nodding, tears in his eyes before looking away. He was more broken by this than by any beating Drakkar could have given him. Bound to silence, never able to beg her forgiveness or tell her the truth. This was purgatory and he would suffer forever. What was worse was that it would not only create a rift between him and Nica but he would never be able to explain it to Ian either for fear that Ian would die as a result. Even so Drakkar was disappointed in Nica, surprised that she had not resisted. He could never have watched it happen, but he wanted to know if she had let Isaac rape her, or if she was truly overpowered. Time would tell.

"Well you little slut!" he remarked, "What do you have to say for yourself this time!"

[stormkitten]

Dannica had no idea what to do. Gods, know she had spent days apologizing about Torsten, and he had not done more than got a little frisky. No matter what she said it had never been enough. Now this with Issac so quickly, she could not see any hope. Slowly she moved onto her knees and crawled closer to him. It was a little clumsily she had hurt her hand even worse in the struggle with Issac. Afraid to get too close. Hands folding in her lap. Her eyes still did not look any higher than the floor.
For half a second she considered telling him that she had forced Issac. That she wanted it out of his system. That she had not really given him a choice. But she had gone this long without lying, she would prefer not to start now. And she had no way of knowing if that would make things better or worse for Issac.
“Master, I am sorry that it happened…” The words barely came out. “I…. I… know… I don’t deserve to return to your bed chamber…”
Dannica found that she was not even willing to beg for her cousin’s life. Not because she believed he deserved to die for what he did, but because she did not think there were enough words to do anything more than piss master off. That and she felt it might be useful to beg him not to force her to be the one.

[soulless]

"That depends," said Drakkar quietly but firmly "Upon whether you made love or you were raped! Which was it?"

Drakkar waited patiently hoping for the one answer that would ascertain that she was truly his and that she had no interest sexually in her cousin.

[stormkitten]

Dannica took a ragged breath. It almost felt like he was trying to give her hope. Like if she said she was raped everything would be okay. Maybe okay for master but not her or Issac. Gods, she could almost hate him for that. She didn’t want that hope. Not when she knew where it lead to.
This was her last chance to lie and see if she could save him. Even as she thought it she knew that Issac wouldn’t let her do that. “… raped…” The word barely coming out.
It didn’t feel right. Her cousins had given up their lives for her. Sacrificed everything time again. Devon had finally paid with his life. Maybe it was foolish for her to think that the twins would escape that fate too.

[soulless]

Drakkar led Nica out of the cell. He said nothing, gave no instructions regarding Isaac which made her nervous. Had he beaten Isaac she might have thought he had some chance of surviving, but with his seed still leaking out of her naked body she was concerned that this might be the last time she would see him. Why had he done that? Not only had he almost assured his death but he had ruined the last night that they spent together by doing the most reprehensible thing he could have done to her ... to any woman. As he led her away from the dungeons, Nica knew she was being taken to his chambers. As they walked, Drakkar said only three words "I've missed you!" Dannica did not question him. It did not matter to her right then if he craved her company or her body. She simply wanted to feel needed. She had no doubt that she would be expected to satisfy him now to make up for her absence. She had no doubt also that it was going to be a brutal fucking, but she did not care, in fact she smiled.

As they entered the bed chamber, Nica turned to face him. There was panic in her eyes. This was what she had prayed for when she had been imprisoned, a sign of affection of some need from him but now that she found herself here under such circumstances she was desperate to know what would happen to Isaac.

Nica winced as Drakkar's huge hand grabbed a fistful of hair pulling it back and spinning her pressing her against the cold stone wall and to her knees. The blanket was ripped from her and for the second time she found herself on her knees facing the wall and she found herself thinking of Isaac's hand on her breast as he thrust into her. Drakkar's voice brought her back.

"Get your fucking legs apart! I warned you about your cousin! You want to be recognized as a soldier but even your own cousin treats you as a whore."

Drakkar pulled open his flies pulling out his huge erection and began feeding it between Nica's spread thighs.

"If you want to save your people then you should use your best assets." said Drakkar grunting as he began to push at her tight entrance, "You have more chance of saving your race with your cunt, than with your sword."

Nica cried out as he penetrated her. She had not expected tenderness. She had no idea how he knew Isaac had fucked her but he did and that must have caused him great shame. By fucking her hard Drakkar was punishing her for the shame she had brought upon him.

It was a brutal fucking. It lasted only minutes but left her exhausted. She staggered to the bed barely able to stand, copious amounts of Drakkar's semen still pouring out of her cunt.

"Please don't kill him!" she muttered.

"Persuade me not to!" Drakkar said grabbing her hair and forcing his half erect shaft into her mouth.

[stormkitten]

Dannica felt exhausted, not sure when the last time she had slept solidly. Surely not since coming to the dungeon. There was time she slept but they had all been brief and nightmarish, nothing that refreshed her or made her feel less tired. For sure, she knew she had not slept great since Torsten’s death. Her eyes might have been closed but when the haze and voices settle into her mind she never really rests. Maybe as long as before he left on his trip. She had slept with her cousin but she had not felt safe and as good as when she had been his sire’s bed.
At the moment all her body wanted to do was collapse. The only thing that that kept her eyes open now and her mind alert was his words "I've missed you!" Such a small thing and she was desperate not to make him regret saying it. Such a small thing and what was left her sanity wanted to hold on to that one thought. Her cousin had said that he cared about her. Till now she was sure that Issac had merely been trying to make her feel better.
With the softest tone she asked for him to be spared. She owed Issac enough to ask that he was spared, she knew she owed her life to him time and again. Yet even as she asked she wondered if she was doing more harm than good. Her asking for something had gotten her left alone and raped. Or maybe that had happened because what she did to his guards before sucking his cock. The thought alone made her hand hurt. It had not been that bad but her struggle with Issac had compounded the injury.
Sucking the length of him, careful not to use her teeth. Dannica could not help feeling her heart skip a beat. She was never going to persuade him like this. The feeling of desperation started again, she tried to keep control of it. Afraid of what she would do. Shuddering she withdrew her mouth from his length.
“please, master… give me a little leeway to persuade you…” Waiting for his nod, before she started to crawl towards the door leading to the balcony. At the moment crawling was easier than trying to stand up, she did not have that much energy to waste. At the door, she waited till he had a firm hold on her before pushing the door open and crawling out. It was dark out, surely they would safe enough here. The rough stone bit into her legs, palms and knees. Putting her back against the stone railing, she resumed her sucking for several minutes.
When she withdrew for the second time she came to her feet, her butt on the edge of the railing, letting him thrust into her sex. Hands with a vise grip on the edge of the railing, she leaned forward, her mouth pressed against his chest, then opened her wings. Dannica screamed letting the noise be muffled against his body. Body shaking, mentally trying to cope. Not keeping the stretched, they laid gently against her back and over the side of the railing. The emergence of her wings did not hurt unless her body hurt. Physical wounds on her back was the most common pain, even the smallest of scratches. But starvation, dehydration, lack of sleep all could cause pain.
The last time had been a mindless act. Her body simply reacting. Orgasm had never been enough in the past to bring out her wings without conscious thought but she was rarely drugged and fucked. Or maybe he was just that special. Now that she was aware of the decision she could not help but feel a tremor of fear. The cartilage base of her wings that connected to her back was strong but the rest of her wings were so sensitive. It would have been so easy for him to extremely punish her with barely a flick of the wrist.
Needing to know her limitations and effects years ago she had explored. Faint touch could bring amazing pleasure. Sharp or rough movement could bring crippling pain. A feather being removed had caused her to pass out, for weeks afterward she could mentally feel where that feather was missing from. She could not think of a single reason to trust him with such a fragile show but she did. Trying everything she could think of to present this as a gift and not let it seen as an escape attempt.
As he fucked her, she cried out and whimpered. It hurt, it always hurt. Dannica was not sure how long it took her to realize that the pain did not feel like she was being ripped in half. Maybe for the first time. It hurt, there was no denying the pain but she could almost think that her body was accepting him. As he finished wildly, her wings melted away. Managing to pry her hands loose a little from the balcony, she let herself roughly drop to her knees. Head resting against his thigh as she tried to form a coherent thought.

[soulless]

Drakkar stood there for a while, aware of what she had just done, the huge risk she had just taken. She was broken, as broken as she could be without him risking her insanity. Her rape was contrived but he felt jealousy nonetheless the same as he had felt for Torsten. It was perhaps ironic that Torsten had died for doing little more than groping her whereas Isaac had suffered nothing despite have emptied his balls inside her cunt. The difference was that he had made Isaac do that. He hadn't even given him a choice. He was sure if he had threatened to kill Isaac himself if he refused to rape Nica he would be dead already and Nica would have remained untouched. It was sad in some ways that Nica would never know the sacrifice he made for her life, the pain and shame he would have to endure for the rest of his life unable to explain to her or Ian why he did what he did. And yet Drakkar could not help but believe that knowing he had no choice, Isaac enjoyed every thrust into her tight firm body.

After thinking for a while he glanced down. He did not feel pity exactly. Nica was what she was. Even as his Queen, she would satisfy him night after night and she would have to get used to this. But she was exhausted and injured.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed. As he lay her down she rolled over and reached for his penis convinced that she would be expected to fuck him again. Instead he pushed her hand gently away and reaching into a drawer drew out bandages and balm. He nursed her injured hand, inspecting it but the joints and digits were neither broken nor dislocated. It was sprained. He coated the wrist and hand with balm and gently but tightly bound the limb with bandages. He poured her water to drink and then collected a bowl and bathed her wiping the dirt and dried semen from her body.

He wanted to say something to her but by then she was already asleep.

[stormkitten]

Dannica had almost fallen asleep at his knees. Her body was feeling stiff, she feet him move, starting to lift her head again. Knowing it was time to get up, Dannica was not sure if she could stand up. She was slightly shocked when he picked her up. Thinking she must have looked pretty bad for him to do so. Thankful she snuggled against him. When he pushed her hand away, she laid perfectly still. Not sure what to expect.
The last thing she expected was him to start to bandage her hand. He didn’t fend for the healer, he did not send for a court girl, he did not send for a servant. He sat on the bed and did it himself. More than that he helped her get a drink and proceeded to help her clean up. Dannica tried so hard to stay awake, but she simply could not. Drifting off into a peaceful sleep for the first time in days.
Dannica woke shortly before dawn, mind fuzzy and unsure. The first thing she came aware of was that she was warm. It had been a while since she woke up warm. More than that her back was pulled against a solid body. Tensing slightly unsure if it was master or Issac. Taking a deep breath she could smell him on the pillow and sheets. Opening her eyes, she carefully turned so that she was facing him. The first time she had woken next to him in what seemed like forever. Moving her head to his chest, she let her body press against him. One leg sliding over his. Sleepily she watched the window across the room. The edge of the material becoming light.
The last few days were a mixed jumble in her mind. It was hard to put the events in any kind of time line. There were large gaps in time that she simply could not remember. She remembered exposing her wings to him but she could not remember his response. Telling herself she must have been out of her mind and terrified, it was not surprising that she did not remember. He had not hurt them, she knew that much.
Dannica slide in and out of sleep for a while before she felt him starting to move beneath her head. Not ready to get up but she made no protest. She could go back to sleep after he was done with her this morning. Sitting up, she found herself reluctant to look at him now that he was awake. It did not matter if she was raped or if it was consent, she still felt an overwhelming shame.
“Let me help you bathe?” Asking softly before going into the next room to run the bath water. Helping him finish stripping, she kneeled at the edge of the tub, leaning over to help wash him. It was slightly awkward as she tried not to use her injured hand.
After several minutes she climbed into the tub with him. Limited in what she could do in the tub, gently massaging his balls. He was becoming hard in her hand. From experience she knew he was not as hard as he could be but she went ahead and guided him into her body. Her jaw tightened as she felt his length stretching her. She was still incredibly sore. The warm water helped but not near enough.
Moving her good hand back by his knee, she arched her back backwards. The pain and pressure increased. She did not dare look at her stomach, knowing she could probably see a slight bulge. Despite the pain, she kept riding him till she felt him cum inside of her body. Dannica stayed on him long enough to be sure that she had taken all of his seed inside of her body. Sliding toward the foot of the tub, trying to take a minute to get herself back together.
As sore as she was, she knew she was going to have to ask him if she could find a court girl to be brought to bed this evening. She hated that thought but she feared more that if she did not she was going to become completely useless for a day or two. After he climbed out, she followed. Wrapping a towel around herself and moved to help dry him. Helping him dress, she remained on her knees after helping with his boots.
A little unsure and a little lost. Before all this she would have looked forward to going to breakfast with him then to see her cousin or to train with Torsten. Now she felt little more than a whore, doubting she belonged at his table. The idea of asking about her cousin made her sick, she could not even think of seeing him. And Torsten, Torsten was dead. Master had mentioned he would train her with a sword but she doubted it now. Not to say she thought he would not if she asked but she could bring herself to ask everything.

[soulless]

"Come Nica!" Drakkar said softly but firmly, "Get dressed. I have something to do. Wait for me at the breakfast table."

Drakkar left and went to the armorer. They spoke for a while before the armorer nodded and promised Drakkar he would do his best and send a message for him as soon as he was ready.

When Drakkar reached the Great Hall, Nica was already seated at the table struggling to cut the freshly cooked meat with her injured hand. As Drakkar came to her side and unsheathed a knife to help her, a myriad of servants appeared to help. Drakkar barked angrily and they stood back, the head servant rushing over, only to be severely reprimanded by Drakkar. Why did the servants only come to help when he himself came to the aide of Nica? Could they not see that she was injured? Did they not know she was to be their future Queen? He told the head servant he need not fear his anger, but that of his future wife, for when she was crowned Queen, she would surely remember their disrespect.

Nica said nothing, but after Drakkar resumed his seat opposite her, she glanced up at him periodically, smiling like a schoolgirl with a crush.

As they finished breakfast a courtier came to Drakkar and whispered a message. Drakkar nodded and suggested to Nica that they leave, escorting her to the open courtyard where they walked outside the main castle walls to a training arena. Soldiers everywhere practised with all manner of weapons stopping briefly to acknowledge Drakkar's presence before being told to continue. Nica looked disappointed when he made no attempt to lead her to the swordsmen's arena. Instead he led her to a range where they were met by a young woman. She was slim and fragile looking, sweet but not particularly attractive, but Nica could see she had something that Drakkar liked.

"Nica," said Drakkar very politely, "May I present Lady Marcella. She and her Father were staunch allies in previous conflicts and it was at my request she remained here after her Father was killed in battle. Emily is a very quiet woman but you would do well to listen to her Nica. I have 400 bowmen in this castle, all of whom I would gladly go into battle with, but not one of them is accurate to two thirds the distance of Emily. Your hand is weak, and despite your obvious ability and determination, you are too small to wield a broadsword effectively. Later you will study under me in close quarters combat. You will have a sword specially made for you, but you will learn to use it as a last resort, only if the castle is breached. Today you will be taught to use the crossbow. You will have to start with your weak arm and fire from a rest. Later you can use your strong arm. It would be admirable if the future Queen were able to better my bowmen at a distance of over four marchards!"

When Nica looked around she saw Bernhart standing close by.

"Bernhart look after her please!" Drakkar said quietly, bowing to Lady Marcella and stooping to kiss Nica on the forehead before departing quickly. As he reached the steps he called back to her.

"You will eat lunch with the troops soldier, but tonight you will dine with me at supper. Don't be late!"

[stormkitten]

Breakfast was an interesting experience. Hand still sore she struggled to eat with her left hand. Then she struggled to use her injured dominate hand. Once it crossed her mind to ask for help from a servant but she got the impression she should be thankful that her meal was brought out before his arrival. She had been on friendly enough terms with them until his return last week. It made her wonder what the gossip and rumors were. Dannica sat perfectly still as he reprimanded the servants, not sure what surprised her more.
At the door, she hesitated slightly. Unlike the first time, his grip was not hard. He actually barely seemed to notice her at his side, expecting her to follow. After the aww wore off a little bit she realized he was not taking her to the sword yard. She tried not to get her hopes up but she could not fathom why she was out here.
“Well met Lady Marcella…” Dannica greeted the other woman softly.
There was a disappointment that he felt she was not suitable for the sword. Not that it was anything she had heard before but that did not make it any easier. For years her cousins had tried to teach her long range weapons. After only a moment or two she found herself less disappointed about the sword and more grateful that he was even training her in anything.
There was a slight jealousy that went through her watching his gentle treatment of this other woman. The respect he showed her. She was careful not to show it on her face and quickly push it out of her mind. Watching him leave hurt a little bit. Torn that she wanted him with her. Tightening her jaw slightly, she managed not to call for him. He was giving her a gift. Something she was fairly sure she did not deserve. Dannica was determined not to waste it.
“Let’s start… I have little experience…” Unlike with her cousins, Dannica actually listened to the woman. She started with the very basics. Things Dannica already knew but she never interrupted, letting the woman teach how she wanted to teach. The cross bow was not as easy as she expected but then nothing with weapons ever was. By time they broke for lunch she was hitting the target at a fair distance. Nothing special but she felt good to get that far.
That evening, she excused herself a little early, wanting to get a bath and dress before going to supper. Walking across the yard she could not help but skip and twirl a little bit. This was her first time outside in months without restrictions, well almost without. Bernhart was still following her. He was looking at her strange, actually all the soldiers were. She did not care. Let them think she was mad, it was not as far off the truth. Spinning around and around she actually fell over but that was okay. Even Bernhart’s stern look was not enough to ruin her mood.
Climbing to her feet, she sobered enough to go back inside. As she walked to his chamber it crossed her mind that she should send for a court girl for tonight. But she found herself hesitating. She wanted so bad to please him after this day. Torn between showing she could do it herself and wondering if it was selfish. He had shown her early on that the court girls would always have a place, that everyday and every night she alone was not enough. Pulling a servant aside, she sent a message for one of the girls to prepare herself and be ready if called.
Bathing quickly, washing away the dirt and sweat of the day. Dressing, she hurried to the dinning hall as not to be late. She had tried to keep her mind occupied earlier so she was not as likely to feel the huge loss of him not being around. Now all she could think about was seeing him soon.
“Thank you for today, master…” Greeting him softly.

[soulless]

Drakkar smiled. It was appreciated he could tell for had smiled little in a very long period of time.

"Did you practice hard soldier?" he asked, pulling meat from the bone he was holding.

"Why of course, Sire!" Nica replied, "Although I must say my weak arm is holding me back!"

"No!" said Drakkar with such firmness it made Nica feel as if she were being scolded, "You would do well to embrace the fact that you are injured and that you will be forced to practice like that for weeks. You will have bad habits from previous training that will be embedded in your muscles. If you use your strong hand you will be fighting that. Your weak hand is pure, unadulterated and will benefit well from Lady Marcella's training. When you are ready to use your strong arm, hopefully those bad habits will be a thing of the past."

Nica nodded she said nothing, her silence showing her acceptance.

When Drakkar had finished he wiped his hands and drank wine looking appreciatively at her as he waited for her to finish.

Sensing the look in his eyes Nica saw that it might be appropriate to finish her food quickly as she appeared to be desert.

"Is their something you desire Sire?" she asked provocatively.

"Yes," replied Drakkar firmly, "You!"

[stormkitten]

There were not enough words to describe how she felt. His simple answer floored her and for a long minute, all she could do was stare at him. Part of her wanted to know that he was lying. That it would be easier the next time he turned his back on her or punished her. But she was not that strong. She never had been. She always depended on someone to hold her sanity, to give her a focus point. And she had been given a very painful lesson that her cousins were not strong enough anymore. She was afraid to give that kind of responsibility to Drakkar. Remembering the way she had exposed her wings the night before reminded her that it was too late.

Taking a last drink of her wine, she came to her feet. As they started to his room, she could not keep her hands off of him during the walk. Looking to find what touch he liked, what got the fastest response from him. The walk seemed to take too long. She barely got through the door before she was stripping out of her clothes and helping him strip.

Nica was on her knees, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could when the door opened. She heard a soft gasp but did not dare look over. After a moment, the court girl must have come to her senses and came in, closing the door behind her. There was a shuffling sound as the girl moved through the room and onto the bed near were Dannica sat. Occasionally her eyes blinked up at him, trying to draw this out a little bit.

When he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, he also pulled her up. For a moment she thought he was going to use her body. Landing on the bed next to the court girl, the next moment she could the girl cry out. Turning her head, Dannica noticed he was barely inside the girl and the girl was completely terrified. Dannica came to her knees at the edge of the bed, letting have free reign over her body, whimpering softly. He was mercifully short, not that the probably realized how lucky she was. Dannica could not help but feel turned on as he cummed in girls petite body.

Trying to give the poor girl a minute to catch her breath and herself, Dannica tried to occupy his attention. Nipping gently at his chest and neck, her fingers running over his body. From time to time moaning and whimpering. When he buried himself in the court girl for the second time, Dannica moved to straddle the girl’s hips. She was a little surprised when he suddenly buried his fingers in her body. It made her thankful that she had come to enough sense to have the court girl come. She was still extremely tender. He was a little rough but by now means brutal. Shortly she found her body enjoying. Her body shuddered, a little surprised to find herself so close to cumming for him. More that that she felt herself a little desperate to cum. Afraid that he would stop just when she needed it the most, she found enough strength to find her voice.

“plea… please… please…”

The words died as she felt the first wave her orgasm. Her body becoming more tense and harder for her to breath. It was surprising how intense the sensation was, leaving her breathless and almost exhausted. She had little time to wait for his finish. Moving off of the court girl, she noticed the girl could not stop from sobbing as soon as she could, her girls hands moved to cover her sex. All Dannica wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep but she knew there was something she needed to do first. Dannica got enough motivation to help the court girl to her feet and to the door where she was handed off to one of the soldiers to take to the healer. Moving back to the bed she was so thankful to curl up against his body.

[soulless]

When Drakkar awoke he was filled with desire for her. He knew she was not really ready and so hearing the sounds from the bathing room he gently slid off the bed and went next door.

Three court girls were preparing the bathing water.

"Come here!" Drakkar said firmly and the girls ran over quickly standing before him, their eyes drawn to the huge erection as he stood naked before them.

"Disrobe!" he commanded and watched as they undressed taking in the curves of their body. His eyes were drawn to the girl in the middle she was very thin but heavy breasted, the orbs firm and pert.

"You," he said to the young girl and led her back into the room. Nica stirred as he pushed the young girl onto the bed beside her.

"Spread your legs!" Drakkar demanded and no sooner had the girl done so than the room was filled with the sound of her cries as he forced the massive cock into her. Only after three or four thrusts did the huge organ fully penetrate her. She squirmed and moaned as Nica sat up and reached around Drakkar massaging his balls and inner thighs as he fucked the other girl.

Drakkar squeezed both the women's breasts and was clearly fast reaching climax. He felt between Nica's thighs finding her wet.

"Lie down spread your legs!" Drakkar grunted and Nica did as she was told watching him as he grabbed the other girl's waist and began to pound her tiny body mercilessly. The girl screamed and Drakkar pulled out of her. Despite the girl's screams of pain as Drakkar pushed her aside, Nica could see her abdomen contracting wildly and could tell she was deep in orgasm.

The next thing Nica felt was Drakkar's spearing thrust, she cried out loudly her back arching as he grunted. She reached for his arms bracing against the pain but before she could even begin to adjust it was over and Drakkar grunted loudly as he emptied his seed into her.

[stormkitten]

Suddenly feeling him buried inside of her and the pain that accompanied it brought her completely awake. Sharp pain going through her. Dannica tried to tell herself she would get use to it. Though at the moment she was fairly sure that was a lie. Thighs tightening against him. There was no getting use to that pain. At least not getting use to it and him still keeping her. He was mercifully short. Feeling her sex and body with his seed.

Shuddering as he withdrew from her. His seed already starting to drain out of her. For a moment she laid on the bed wondering if he was trying to make her part of sex or if he was purposely giving her his seed. The months that she had been here she had never noticed a pregnant woman or even talk of one. Though she had never thought of that until this minute. Rubbing her face , she pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Thinking it pointless and silly.
Climbing out of bed, she followed him into the bathing chamber. Walking a little slower and a little more awkward. Even with the brief fucking she was a bit tender. Nothing she could not handle but it made walking funny. Helping to bath him then dress him. The activity helped keep her mind calm. Finding pleasure in the simplicity of it.

“With your permission I would like to go to the Healer for a few minutes….” Dannica said after dressing.