This story is a work of fiction. In no way does the author condone acts of rape or any sex acts short of ones with enthusiastic consent between all involved parties. In fact, the author condemns all forms of sexual assault. Non-consent fantasies should only be explored in a consensual manner between agreeing adults.
That said, this story contains themes of reluctance for those like me who enjoy fantasies of control and power. Please read on with that in mind, and I hope you enjoy!
The heavy metal door slammed open and crushed against the wall of her cell, spraying chips of rock.
Marie gasped and jerked her head up from where she crouched, chained against the back wall. Her thin blue shift barely covered her frame, and she shivered against the cold.
A tall male figure loomed in the open doorway, the guttering torchlight from the hall casting his face in impenetrable shadow.
She curled into an even tighter ball against the rough stone of her cell, her chains chafing her wrists. Fear, cold and strong, had her heart thundering in her chest.
"The High Fae won't hurt me. The High Fae won't hurt me," she chanted to herself over and over. It was the only thought that had sustained her during her journey across the Wall.
"Look at you," he said. A low and rich voice. The figure stepped into the cell, producing a torch of his own to illuminate the frigid space. She had to squint against the sudden light.
The glow revealed his face: a strong jaw, straight nose, clear eyes. The look of a well-bred courtier, so unlike the rough sentries who had captured and imprisoned her here. He racked the torch in the sconce just inside the door.
Hands on hips, he continued, "You're all locked up! And you look like you're freezing. I can't believe they took your cloak." A shake of his head.
Marie looked down at herself and couldn't stop her blush as she saw the physical evidence of the ice in her bones. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her gown, peaked against the chill she had endured for two days in the dungeon.
She bowed her head, unable to look him in the eye. "P-pardon me, my lord. I do not wish to offend," she stammered out. Her first words to an actual High Fae.
"No offense taken," he replied with an amused lilt. "And it's actually Prince, to you." She dared glance up again as she heard the squeal of the door being hauled shut.
This was the first she had seen of her cell, having been kept in near-complete darkness. She had barely been able to waddle to the bucket in one corner to relieve herself without making a mess.
Now she saw a ledge of stone to her right, covered in a thin pallet of bedding. Just out of reach of her chains.
That figures.
"Why did you choose to come here?" he asked, turning to her from where he clicked the door shut. She watched as he removed first one thick leather glove, and then the other, simply discarding them on the floor.
"Well, I didn't actually choose to be
here
," she said, unable to stop herself from making the small joke.
She never intended to wind up in this dungeon. She quirked the tiniest of smiles for him.
The male took a step closer. The air around her warmed a few degrees. "You know what I meant," he growled, sharp canine teeth flashing. "Why did you cross the Wall?"
Fear spiked through her at the flash of those teeth, and she recoiled just the slightest bit, the silver circlets at her ankles jangling like the alarm bells in her head.
"We were starving!" she blurted, before he could display those teeth again. "It's winter, and we ran out of food, and we know the fae lands are a place of plenty. They sent me to seek refuge here."
She trembled anew, despite the warmth returning to her bare toes. Her brothers and sisters in the Circle of Devotion had chosen her as the Winter Solstice sacrifice. It was an honor to follow in the footsteps of the others who had gone before her.
Why was she so scared now, when she had finally reached her saviors?
He strode all the way to her, crouching eye to eye with her. She sucked in a breath at his proximity, his smoke and leather scent washing over her face.
His true otherness was unmistakable then: the radiant skin, the pointed ears poking out from his tousled brown hair, the impossible stillness even as he balanced on the balls of his feet. Her eyes widened in wonder.
He cocked his head to the side as he studied her, his eyes boring into her soul. She was wholly captivated, unable to look at anything but the golden eyes staring back at her.
They glowed with an inner light she couldn't break away from, and she spiraled down and down and down into their depths, gravity shifting, tilting, pulling her into those eyes.
She gasped, gulping in air, and her head smacked against the rock as she jerked back. She had stopped breathing, lost in his eyes.
Marie glared at him, a feral grin now spread across his face. He had done that on purpose! What if she hadn't snapped out of her stupor?
Though he bared his teeth in that smile, the look in his eyes was hard. She could see a predator there, a wild gleam. Maybe this wasn't a protector coming to shower her with comfort and jewels and a place at court.
Quick as lightning, he reached toward her face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she even had the chance to flinch. "I hate to break it to you..." he paused, eyebrows creased in feigned curiosity, "... I'm sorry, what was your name again? I didn't quite catch it."
"Marie," she snipped back. She could feel sweat gathering between her soft breasts. She no longer felt any cold. Even the stone floor beneath her was warm to the touch.
"I hate to break it to you, Marie," he continued. "But your little friends, the other ones with that silly mortal silver," he wagged his fingers at her anklets, "who have crossed the Wall before have all been fucked dry and left for dead. If they're lucky, they're kept as a special pet. But the monsters on this side of the Wall sure love a good human snack, and we love listening to human screams even more."
Dread punched her in the gut. Bile rose in her throat and she thought she might vomit right in his pretty face.
Her brothers and sisters were supposed to be safe on this side of the Wall. Spared from the harsh mortal realm by High Fae benefactors. She was supposed to be looking for David! He had crossed months ago! David couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.
That feral smile again. Intent now shone in his eyes. "Now ask
me
why I came here."
That sinking feeling in her gut only worsened. Marie shook her head, lips pursed in determination. Defiance. No matter how sickened she felt.
"Ask me!" he roared, sharp canines bared again. Her chained hands slammed against the wall above her head against her will, held by an invisible force. A scream ripped through her.
"Why are you here?" Marie sobbed out. She turned her face away from the fae male, eyes squeezed shut in terror.
He grabbed her face and made her look at him. His grip was so hard she thought for sure her cheekbones would break. "Because I'm going to do the same to you," he said with deadly quiet.
He released her face and stood. Marie sobbed again as he towered over her. A bead of sweat slipped down her forehead and mingled with the salt of the tears wetting her cheeks.
Her nipples scratched against her shift, forced against the fabric from her bound hands raised overhead.
With a flick of his fingers she was standing, dragged up by that invisible force.
Her head barely reached the top of his chest. She gasped in a breath around her sobs when she noticed his closeness, the sheer proximity of his broad chest to her hard nipples, so embarrassingly visible.
A shiver went through her when she felt his body heat seep into her skin.
"You can't touch me," she said, mastering her tears. "You can't touch me!"
She lashed out a kick, aiming for his knees, his crotch, anything. Another invisible hand caught her leg before she'd even gained an inch. Her heart thundered in her chest.
He held that arrogant grin. His eyes darted to her nipples, and then back up to her face. "Oh can't I?" he asked.
He leaned closer, placing one hand on the stone. Marie recoiled as far away from him as she could, but she was trapped, bound by his magic.
