* If non-consent or reluctance stories aren't your thing, please don't read on!*
The pounding sensation in my head slowly brought me out of the darkness. I blinked blearily, holding the side of my head where the headache was intensifying and groaning loudly. I licked my dried lips, hoping to wet my parched throat and mouth. Rubbing my eyes, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings.
I was on a king bed, seemingly in a library room of some kind, judging by the stately walls crammed with shelves of old looking tomes. Two knights of actual shining armour stood by the double doors. Blinking furiously, I looked around the bed, and was delighted to see a large pitcher of water with a glass beside it. Pouncing upon it, I guzzled three glasses and lay back, revelling in the sensation of the slowly dissipating headache.
Feeling less dehydrated, my brain scrambled to think of how I got here, when it all started flooding back. I gasped aloud and shot up in the bed. I was dressed in a white robe - thank god I'm dressed - before I quickly grasped my wrists, noting they were shackle-free. Huh, funny, I thought as I ran my fingers gently up my arm, that feels really nice. Kind of, erotic, almost... a sinking feeling weighed down my stomach as I slowly shifted my gaze to the pitcher of water. Fuck. Whatever they gave me last night must be in that water too. And I just had a triple dose.
I flinched as the double doors suddenly burst open, the Elder walking through with a sensual smirk on his face, his eyes glinting with dark promises. The soft afternoon sun made his appear so much more handsome, his rugged good looks only compounding my fear. I leapt out of the bed, even though every sensation of the soft coverlet against my skin made me want to curl up on it like a cat. I had to fight this. I couldn't allow myself to give in again.
I stared him down as he neared me. He clasped his hands in front of his robe, only serving to highlight the tented shape below.
"You will keep your hands off me," I threatened, my voice low. I looked around myself for a weapon. Dammit, should've gotten the knights' swords at least.
The Elder chuckled. "There's no need for threats, my dear. The cameras showed you had quite a substantial amount of our serum." I gasped, eyes darting to the corners of the room to confirm his statement. He smiled again, eyes lustful, as he took a step closer. His voice lowered. "You will beg for me, for us all. You will beg for our cocks, our lips, our cum. And you will take every drop." He smirked darkly at me.
I wanted so badly to spit in his face or throw a punch, but his words made my pussy clench. I shook my head to erase the sexy thoughts swirling through my brain. "You're crazy and I'm outta here." I walked to move past him but he blocked my path, and collected me as I collided with him. He gripped me by my ass and pulled me close. The sudden sensory overload of his touch made my insides melt with want, and what should have been a growl of anger echoed as a groan of pleasure. He leaned into my neck, smelling my hair and gently suckling along my neck. God it felt good. Every lick of his tongue made me want him more, and it felt so erotically intense I thought I might cum just with his mouth on my neck and his fingers massaging my ass. I gripped his robes closer to me and moaned loudly, and I could feel him smile into my neck.
"That's my good pet," he breathed. His statement made me wake up from my lustful haze, and I dropped his robes and shoved him away. It only made his grin wider.
"I'm leaving, NOW," I shouted, my voice coming out breathier than I wanted. I marched past him but was stopped when I saw Adrian and another Brotherhood of Light member at the door. My stomach dropped.
I felt a strong arm snake around my stomach, and a hard cock dig into my ass. The Elder ran his other hand through the lengths of my hair, and I was starting to feel that giddy lust again. Where was I going again? This feels too good to leave... I moaned and closed my eyes, my head lolling on his broad chest. I felt the arm move up to grip my breast, his deft fingers flicking my nipple, each flicker sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core and flooding my pussy. I could hear movements around me, but I only wanted to revel in the sensations his skilful hands were torturing me with.