Revenge: Princess Downfall

Warning: This is a very dark story containing many disturbing themes such as noncon, humiliation, degradation, corruption, sexual slavery, misogyny, sadomasochism and more. Do not read this story unless you are okay with extreme content relating to the listed themes.

I do not condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. Sexual fantasies can be a fun and safe way to explore fetishes but always treat real people with respect. Fantasize responsibly. ^^

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I do not condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. Sexual fantasies can be a fun and safe way to explore fetishes but always treat real people with respect. Fantasize responsibly. ^^

A few hours passed, time spent relaxing, laughing, and chatting with his pets and Wreven. Dread was relieved to see Viyana did not suffer after being gaped wide open by a gigantic cock. The girl was well acquainted with pain and her tolerance astounded him at times. They were similar in that way. Dread never showed he felt pain and Viyana was the kind of woman who laughed if she cut herself training.

One of Wreven's men arrived and let them know King Anthony and his retinue were ready to meet. Dread dressed quickly and Viyana slipped into his shadow. He exited the tent and walked outside where windy air howled through the dancing grass of the plains. Dread and Wreven navigated tightly packed tents where wild men drank with reckless abandon.

Dread arrived at a tented pavilion with three long tables and proper wooden chairs. The tables were arranged to form three sides with the chairs on the outside; a neat triangle. Wreven and Dread each claimed different tables. No one joined Wreven as part of his retinue. It seemed the Barbarian King alone spoke for his tribe. Elaxia sat on Dread's left and squeezed his leg under the table. He gave her a quick kiss before the others arrived and her eyes widened in pleased surprise.

The flaps on the other side of the tent rippled and the Golden Lands party arrived.

First came the betrayer king himself. Anthony, a handsome, well-arranged man with generous grey at his temples. An ostentatious and outrageously gaudy crown studded with gemstones nestled in his pale blonde hair. A thick cloak of the finest tailoring decorated his strong shoulders. His cold grey eyes weighed Dread as he sat at the only remaining empty table. He possessed the aura of a man who couldn't be ruffled or surprised. Dread desperately longed to shatter the facade. He would make this proud man rue the day his mother shit him out.

Three others accompanied Anthony. Following on the king's heels was a very well-dressed man, his clothes even finer than the king's, but he wore no crown or jewelry. He had a fat, round face with small eyes and a portly belly. A merchant, if Dread had to guess.

Next came a man of war. A long, jagged scar didn't distract from his overly masculine and handsome features with a strong jaw and high, hollow cheeks. His eyes were hard and his movements alert as if he was ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Behind him came the most interesting member of the king's retinue and she didn't try to mask the hostility in her honey brown eyes.

This must be the king's daughter, the princess. She glared openly as she moved to her seat but endeavored to always keep the warrior between herself and Dread. So, she was aggressive and hostile but afraid of him.

No one spoke. Dread sneered at the girl glaring at him across the table. Waves of loathing were radiating off her but she was stunning. A polished breastplate rested atop fine shirt and pants. Waves of thick, white blonde hair were tied up in a ponytail, held in place with a pale blue bow, and her bangs framed lovely brown eyes. A shortsword hung in it's scabbard at her curvy waist. Her body was toned and athletic, she had the ass of a dancer, and he could tell her breasts were sizable for her frame even under the armor. Her caustic attitude didn't detract from her fuckable physical form.

"Well," Wreven boomed. "We're all here. It's been a while. Why don't we go around and make introductions?"

No one spoke and the silence grew tense. The princess's pretty eyes were fixed on Dread, blazing with unspoken rage, while he watched Anthony. The king examined his nails, which were likely clean. Dread wondered that there weren't flecks of his father's blood caught in the cuticles.

"I'll go first," Wreven said. "I'm Wreven Glin and I'm the Barbarian King. I speak for the Wild Lands tribe." Wreven gestured at King Anthony.

Anthony spoke, his calculating gaze flicking between Dread and Wreven. His daughter still glared at Dread and he almost laughed because of how ridiculous she was. Was she trying to intimidate him? A girl with a face that pretty had no chance of intimidating him, even on her best day. Her hostility aroused him rather than frightened him. He wanted to paint her face with his seed rather than cower or flee.

"I am King Anthony, ruler of the Silken City, throne of the Golden Lands." Dread wanted to roll his eyes but remained neutral. He blinked expressionlessly at his enemy. The less they knew of him the better. His daughter maintained her venomous stare.

"This is Merchant Prince Vallim." The well-composed man in fine threads nodded his head very slightly. "He represents the interests of the merchant princes."

Interesting. It seemed that merchants held no small political capital in the Silken City considering they were allowed a seat at the table.

"This," King Anthony said, gesturing to the fighting man, "is Champion Greens. He won his position through a hundred victories in the arena and is the crown's champion as well as our personal guard."

This Greens man was dangerous. Everything about him from the greatsword leaning against the man's chair, his massive arms, and the calm, relaxed posture spoke of lethality. Of everyone present, only this man presented any threat.

"And at last, this is the trade officer of the Silken City, our grand tactician, my daughter, Princess Aelodi."

Princess Aelodi persisted in glaring at Dread even through all the introductions and he had to admit he admired her perseverance to being rude in the face of social decorum. He had no idea what he'd done to garner such an impressive reaction but he didn't mind. She grew prettier the more he studied her impeccable, smooth skin, perfectly trimmed eyebrows, gentle nose, and pouty lips. Her pale blonde ponytail bobbed when she shifted in her seat and the bangs framing her picturesque face shifted subtly.

Wreven gestured at Dread. He gave a very quick introduction, not caring much for any of the pompous self-important attachment to station Anthony and his party of fuckheads displayed.

"I'm Dread," he said calmly. He gestured at Elaxia. "This is Elaxia."

Princess Aelodi scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes. The girl was plain clumsy in this environment. While the rest of them engaged in quiet observation, the girl's emotions and actions were loud and obvious.

"So, we're all here. What's the meat of our discussion?" Wreven asked.

There were a few moments of silence. Anthony glanced at Wreven, then at Dread, and when he saw no one would speak, he rose.

"I would like to start by apologizing," King Anthony said. He turned and faced Dread. "Son, I knew your f--"

"Do not call me son," Dread said curtly.

Anthony dipped his head. "You're right. That was inappropriate. King Dreadhex. I want to express my most sincere condolences. What occurred between your father and I was regrettable." Dark smoke puffed out from the king's lying lips.

Dread didn't react but rage bubbled up in his stomach.

"For too long our nations have been like strangers. It's been nearly two decades. I wonder if enough time hasn't passed for the wounds of the past to scab over. I think we should work to close the distance between the Dark Lands and the Golden Lands once more."

"No," Dread said.

"No?" Princess Aelodi spat, standing. "What do you mean, no?"

"Daughter," Anthony said in a grating tone. "Sit. Down." His daughter sat but renewed her glaring, even intensifying it tenfold.

"May I ask why you're opposed to diplomacy between our nations?" King Anthony asked.

"I'm not inclined to answer," Dread said. The answer was so obvious he shouldn't need to say it aloud and he wouldn't. He knew the Golden Lands to be his enemy and he wouldn't give them any information willingly.

Firstly, they acted like there'd simply been no contact between their nations and ignored the fact that armies of the Golden Lands had tried three times to siege and destroy his citadel only to fail. Regardless of the betrayer king's words, they were actually already at war. Dread knew this. Anthony must think him an idiot to pretend otherwise.

Second, the last time their nations developed closer bonds his father and mother had been murdered and their lands had been seized.

Anthony sighed. "You don't seem very open to cooperation."

"Well, I learned from my father," Dread said. "Cooperation with the Golden Lands leads to betrayal and death."

"How dare you?!" Princess Aelodi snarled, pointing a finger at Dread.

Dread sneered at her. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Princess Aelodi gasped dramatically and recoiled as if slapped. Then her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward. "Watch your foul tongue, cretin. My pant-- undergarments are no concern of yours. And don't act like you don't know."

"I genuinely don't know. Or were you the mastermind behind the attacks on my citadel that ended in disaster?" Dread chuckled as a flush stained Aelodi's fair cheeks, confirming his suspicion. "Not much of a tactician, really, are you? Nepotism breeds incompetence." Dread made a show of shaking his head.

"Your stupid fortress has nothing to do with it," the princess said. Dark smoke puffed out of her full lips, confirming her dishonesty. "You harbor wanted criminals from the justice of the golden lands. Crime is at an all time high! Lawbreakers know they can simply flee to the Dark Lands. The merchant princes are--"

"Silence, daughter," Anthony said sharply.

Dread smoothed his expression but joy filled him. Apparently he'd already won a battle just by allowing their enemies to hide in his citadel. Foolish Aelodi spilled valuable information freely.

"My daughter's passion betrays her age," King Anthony said. "But she is right. You shelter wrong-doers from the law of the Silken City. We need to uphold our laws."

"I know nothing about the wrong-doing of my citizens and your laws are of no concern to the Dark lands," Dread said. "How could I possibly confirm they are breaking any laws? They do not break our laws." Dread didn't add that there were no laws in the Dark Lands other than recognizing him as king. "I can't just condemn innocent citizens with no proof. We aren't the Golden Lands."

"Dreadhex," Anthony said. "In negotiations, the parties generally operate with knowledge of their current position. You have amassed criminals but they're no army. They have no discipline. We have the finest army. You're in no position to refuse our offer."

Aelodi gloated without saying anything, fixing Dread with a mocking smile. Dread allowed himself a nonchalant laugh.

"An army is only as good as it's tactician. Considering your daughter is nothing more than a spoiled idiot, I don't think I have much to fear," Dread said.

"Mind your words!" Princess Aelodi spat. "You're foul vermin and we're going to crush you."

"Oh?" Dread said. "I thought you were here to negotiate but all I hear are threats from a dim-witted slut. She's better suited on her back with her legs spread than here at this table."

Anthony's face paled and Princess Aelodi gasped. "Get him, Greens," Aelodi said. She was squeezing the arm of the champion. "Get him! He can't say that to me. I'm a princess of the Golden Lands! Still his vile tongue." Hysteria marked every word and by the end she was screeching.

Anthony paused as if to say something but closed his mouth with a click. He nodded at Greens. Seemed father and daughter agreed that their champion should put an end to Dread.

Greens was on his feet and drawing his sword in a flash. He took one step towards Dread when he paused. Blood burst from his neck where a gaping slash appeared. He dropped his sword and grabbed at his throat. A river of blood gushed from between his fingers as he tried to hold it in. Viyana stood beside him with her sword drawn in a combat stance. She straightened, flicked the blade, and sent blood splattering across the Golden Lands table.

Dread rose, walked towards the champion in the stunned silence, and pushed him over with a single finger. "Behold what happens to those who try to kill me." The grand champion of the Golden Lands collapsed in a growing puddle of red.

"Who is that?" Princess Aelodi said, terrified, pointing at Viyana. "Where'd she come from?"

Dread turned on King Anthony. "I am not my father." Dread strode over to the Golden Land's table and grabbed Princess Aelodi by her ponytail. She battered his hand with her fists but he barely felt the blows. He planted an arcane brand on her neck though he doubted anyone noticed. He placed it quickly and it would be invisible to those untrained in arcane arts.

Anthony stood and his chair clattered to the ground. A flicker of fear flashed across the king's features as Dread tilted Aelodi's terrified face towards her father. Dread's cock stirred at the sight of terror on the betrayer king's face. He released Aelodi and she fell to the dirt.

"I would never insult our host by taking more action here," Dread said. "These negotiations are at an end."

Dread turned from the table and opened a portal. He stepped through, followed by Elaxia and Viyana, and closed it behind him.