This is complete fantasy, based on characters in World of Warcraft.
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I saw them running towards him. I saw them bounding recklessly towards their death. It was no use, he was too powerful. I watched as they relentlessly swung their swords like children at play. Because that's all that they were, children - playing a game that was far too dangerous. I watched him take them all on, left & right, then I watched... a brave soldier... He had broken through, he stuck his sword through the Lich King's chest... He'd won.
Arthas clutched at his wound as he dropped to his knees, the helm dropped off his head & rolled away. Frostmourne clattered as it hit the ground. For a moment I was elated. For a moment I felt such an intense happiness build within me. For just a moment I screamed as tears of joy fell from my eyes & I only wished I could hug my hero. As he stood before me, I watched as he turned to face the helm my captor had held so sacred, & as he slowly walked towards it,somehow, I knew exactly what was happening.
"NO! NO DON'T!" I cried, as the other soldiers turned to watch.
He took the helm in his hands & looked it over. Without warning, he picked up the blade that had taken so many lives & took his own. As Frostmourne hit the ground again, so did the helm, in perfect time. But they did not stay still. The helm was returned to it's owner. A cloud of dark shadowy gas formed, as it faded, I could see a dark silhouette, it could only be the leader of the Scourge. Arthas rose from the ground & gathered his sacred blade. As he drew the soldiers soul with Frostmourne, I felt nothing but terror. Standing infront of the Frozen Throne, he cracked his neck & took in the sights. Dozens of terrified men & women stood around him, he laughed evilly.
"Not so fast." He laughed & muttering a magical incantation, Arthas looked over the blade before thrusting it hard into the ground, sending a shockwave throughout the room, slamming the small army into the walls surrounding & straight to their death. It was quick. He turned & pointed at me, his eyes a brilliant blue.
"It has been awhile since I have tasted death's sweet embrace. Refreshing... but not something I would live to tolerate. They were fools to think I could be stopped. You will pay for what they have done!" He growled.
His hand stretched forward & lifted me into the air. The chains attached to my shackles broke instantly from the wall I was trying so desperately to bury myself in. He summoned me & I flew through the air like a feather, he collected me in his arms & smiled. With Frostmourne in one hand & myself on the other arm, he walked triumphantly back to his throne, as though pleased with his prize. He sat me on his lap. facing him & ran his fingers through my hair.
"I almost lost you, my pet, would that not have been a tragedy? You act like you do not want this, but I can see through it & you know your body enjoys the pleasure I so humbly grant." He said. "You should be thanking me, for returning to you. Who would take care of such a delicate flower the way I have?" The hand that had sifted through my hair now ran a finger down my face & smeared a tear that was running down my cheek.
"Please Arthas. No more." I begged, so weak from the torture "I just want to go home." "Home? My love, this IS your home now. I am your provider, as long as you keep me satisfied, I shall be the one who does with you as I see fit. Dare you rebel against me, I may require my entire Legion to show you true pain." His words, seeping elegance in the darkest way fathomable, were of no comfort. To ensure my defeat, he reached out & grabbed my already sore breast. I gasped as he pinched it, so beaten & bruised, I couldn't take much more. "Please... stop. Just end my life." I cried. "Ha! End your life?! My dear, I wouldn't have you if I didn't choose to. I am the Lich King! Ending you would only mean that my entertaintment would be... lacking. Your warm body drives me wild like a fire in the dead of winter."
He released my breast & began to circle my nipple, I could feel my body becoming warmer, against my will. Slowly, a bead of pleasure formed & ran down my insides, out onto his lap.
"Ahh I knew you loved this. You seem to be a whore for this sort of pleasure, your body doesn't lie to me, girl. You want it." "No! I can't... I can't help this. It isn't my fault! Please. Arthas. Not again." I whined weakly. "Shut your mouth. I need only hear your voice when you are screaming in ecstasy for more of what I give you."
His hand began it's descent south, down my stomach, passed my navel & down between my legs that were saddling his leg. As his finger drew near I moaned softly, preparing myself for the familiar abuse that he's set upon me countless times.He found what he was looking for & before I could react, he assaulted my clitoris, rubbing it slowly but with pressure as his finger slid back & forth. I let out a squeal as my body acted agaaint me, getting more wet as he went. I silently cursed myself for forming an alliance with this monster - betraying my mind that does not want this forced pleasure. His finger was then parallel with my slit, pointing downwards, rubbing me along the length of his finger up & down carelessly, watching me squirm. He stopped, I knew what is coming, as he let out an evil laugh his finger quickly slid deep inside of me. So strong between my moistened folds. I was showing less resistance this time, due to the countless penetrations he'd put me through, countless times...
"You're not as tight." He said, pausing for a moment & looking me in the eyes, my brain was scattered, I was so hopeless. "It's to be expected, I suppose. I do often fill you. Nevermind, we can fix this... Afterall, a King is not a King without a Queen with a tight little snatch & I do have ways we can ensure this. You are fine for now."
