****TRIGGER WARNING****
(This Chapter contains Unsettling Content for some)
Hearing a loud shuffling noise, he turned back around, and was dumbfounded to see a defiant Amora was in mid-air, lunging at him. She held a long pointed stake in her hand, as she came down, she used all of her strength, tapping into her own devine power and tried to plunge it into the Dark Princes heart. Godwynn moved so that the stake landed in his shoulder, puncturing the mound of muscle. He immediately let out a loud hiss, mirrored by Amora letting out a loud cry, grasping her own shoulder. His pain was her pain.
Shocked…she scrambled back trying to escape him, aiming for the door. But it was too late…she had stoked the fire within him, escalating everything. He was no longer her Twin Flame, the one who wanted to be tender with her…He was the Dark Elven Prince, murderer, and conqueror…and she was now at his mercy.
Letting out a ferocious roar, He grabbed her ankle at blinding speed, and with crushing force. He pulled her to him so hard her head struck the floor, before he straddled her, and his hand wrapped around her throat. His teeth had formed into sharp points, and the blue in his irises was completely gone…replaced by a deep crimson red. "I'm going to make you wish you were dead…" he seethed.
Standing and lifting her by her throat she grasped and clawed at him desperately trying to free herself, choking on his tight hold "P-please…" she begged. But he didn't hear her…not when he was like this. He walked toward the bed, her feet squealing on the floor as she was drug behind him before the threw her into the middle of the massive padding, before climbing in after her like an animal stalking its prey.
"H-HEL-" She tried to call for help but he pinned her down again, knocking the air from her lungs. The more she fought the rougher he became.
In hysterics she began to plead to him, as he stripped her "NO! Wait!" She begged "Im sorry!" but it continued to fall on deaf ears…he was completely feral at this point. She should have never tried to stop him, never tried to stab him…she was no match…she never stood a chance. All she wanted to do was get to her brother, and get out of this palace! And now, there was nothing she could do, she began to turn inward, trying to hide from what he was going to do to her...
She felt him settle himself between her legs, prying her legs open for himself with bruising fingers, the tip of his manhood probing her lower lips. Her heart was breaking….this was it…"Please don't" She whispered, one last time….before giving up her struggle, closing her eyes tightly.
She went lax…no longer fighting him.
Submitting to the Beast he had become.
But he didn't move.
He hovered over her frozen. Opening her eyes, she slowly turned to look.
His black eyes met hers, One iris red…the other blue….
"Little pet…" He whispered through gritted teeth… "I don't want to hurt you …. Don't move…" He sat still for a moment as if fighting an inner demon, struggling for his composure.
Finally, with a labored grunt, he pushed her out from under him. Lying in the bed next to her, she huddled up to herself beside him, afraid to move to far. Godwynn listened as her erratic breathing fell into a normal rhythm, it was still fast…but she was calming down, some.
He should have just gotten this all over with earlier today he thought to himself. Leaving her to stew all day has wound her into a tense mess. If he had, maybe she wouldn't have felt like she needed to fight this whole ordeal. This had quickly turned into a disaster.
"Face me, Amora." His voice was still an octave deeper than normal…but he did his best to keep it gentle, but still commanding. Her voice cracked in response… "Please…no" She was crying now. Fuck.
"Amora…now."
Not willing to anger him again, she slowly turned over…her bloodshot amber eyes meeting his black ones. This time his eyes weren't impassive, and emotionless… They actually seemed genuinely concerned. She couldn't bare to sit under his gaze, the vision of him ready to basically maul her still fresh in her mind. Had they not been bound…she was almost certain that feral side of him would have killed her just now. "If you ever do that again…I cannot say that I would be able to stop myself a second time…." He spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper.
Pangs of guilt slammed into Godwynn as he took in the bruises, he had cause in less than a mere 2 minutes of uncontrolled rage. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dammit" he spoke…He couldn't help but hate himself in that moment. His reputation was that he is a ruthless butcher. Yet right now, he couldn't stand the fact he almost truly hurt her…Even though she had attacked him…
So much for "Destroying her" he thought ironically. She was gonna end up inadvertently destroying him…from the inside out….
He opened his eyes and looked back at her…she had curled into a ball again, and closed her own eyes trying to soothe herself, the occasional stray tear still slipping from her face.
"Amora…" Her eyes opened again and fixed on his…
"Come here." Not surprisingly she didn't move. Who was he, to try to hold her?
Godwynn leaned forward and grabbed her anyways, gently pulling her to him, at first, she tried to pull away. But she put up little resistance when he didn't relent the second time and pulled her body close. He would be damned if was going to let her fall asleep afraid. Placing a sheet between them so their nakedness no longer a focal point, he then turned her body so that her back was to him. She was still rigid for a time. Her body shaking occasionally, recovering from the fear that had been pumping through her body. He wrapped himself around her, trying to find some way to soothe her. "I'm sorry, my pet." he spoke into her scalp.
Amora's mind was spiraling, but when she heard him say those four little words, she latched onto them, using them as an anchor. Her mind began to calm down, although her lips still quivered, an outward display of the fear she still harbored. Her worst nightmare had almost come true… She had panicked when he said to get on the bed, expecting her to participate in her own fall from grace, knowing her father would never forgive her…and with that realization she had decided she had no choice but to set her plan to in motion…forgetting a critical detail about their binding ceremony…If he dies…so does she.
As of Right now his body heat and heady scent was quickly easing her tension. She knew he would have to take her innocence, and probably pretty soon…There was no way out of it at this point…but did it have to be tonight? Her mind was overwhelmed…she couldn't handle everything happening so fast. It wasn't but a few days back she was in her own palace, in her own bed. But now she is on the other side of the continent with her Kingdoms' nemesis…and in bed with a dark prince.
"Go to sleep Amora." The prince whispered into her hair, drawing her closer pressing himself firmly into her and molding his body to hers.
It didn't take long before his presence was no longer scaring her but finally soothing her. It was as if her heart was coming back to life at his touch. Wanting to be lulled by him. His powerful arms providing a sense of safety…no matter big of a façade that may be. She sat there for nearly an hour, with him holding her before she finally allowed herself to relax enough to fall asleep. His warmth surrounded her and comforted her now.
Her body felt foreign to her. What was wrong with her. Such strange sensations, she was in bed with a Monster….one who had nearly violently forced himself on her…and here she was finding solace in his embrace. Finally doing as he commanded her, she finally relaxed, allowing herself to finally drift off into a deep dreamless sleep.