NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the supernatural are treated as real. The stories feature names and concepts inspired by the hit TV series Game of Thrones, but the stories contain NO SPOILERS for the show and NO COPYRIGHTED CHARACTERS.
This particular story is an erotic fantasy set in the modern day featuring nudity, non-consensual sex, tentacles, and a few relatively mild choice words. It is not meant to approve of the actions depicted. This story is pure fantasy and does not portray reality in any way. It was written solely to please my own tastes while hoping that others may enjoy it as well. I have previously put three of my friends into Game of Thralls stories -- with their permission, of course -- and figured it was time to take a dose of my own medicine while explaining the origin of the Game of Thralls Mythos.
WARNING: This is your last chance to avoid being offended. Nudity and tentacles and non-consensual arousal lie ahead. Turn back now or forever hold your peace. Remember, this is only a fantasy! *smiles*
PLEASE READ: This is Part 4 of a four-part story. The previous part was entitled "Val - The Game Begins 3 of 4 - GOTM." It is meant to be read in order.
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Val - The Game Begins 4 of 4 - GOTM
by Val R.R. McJames
"Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose, but what matters in the end is how you play The Game."
Lance reached his hands out to caress along my legs, from my feet to my calves to my thighs. All around me I heard my friends moaning and speaking words of defiance to the Lord of Lust, much as I had done. I knew they would all soon experience that moment of knowing they could not get away and he was going to savor taking them. I hoped that the fact they were not alone would make it easier for them to bear. Then Lance brought me back to focus on him as his hands began caressing my inner thighs.
"You are so pretty, so vulnerable, and so defiant. I will show you the way, Val," Lance promised, "I will free you to feel Lust and burn with passion." He hovered over my body and began to lower himself down. Instead of entering me with his flaming man-sword, he laid it on top of my lower body by my clitoris.
I watched in horror, tensing up as I expected to feel searing pain at the touch of his flaming manhood. But instead it gave off waves of stimulation instead of heat, and its touch was pure erotic ecstasy. He lay down on top of me and rubbed his flaming shaft against the outside of my body as if he were humping me with it.
"AGGHH ... OHHH ... UHH ... NOOO ... get it off me ... UHNN ... stop ... please take it away!" I pleaded as I felt surging arousal in my loins with every second his flaming shaft was in contact with my skin. But he knew he had me and was not going to let up. "I have you now, Val. You can't get away. Give in, say you will be mine forever!" he whispered in my ear.
I was thrashing around beneath him, arching and trying to throw him off, but he was strong and heavy, and I was exhausted. He rode out my feeble attempts, enjoying my slowly waning strength that I nonetheless expended every last ounce of to resist him. I couldn't believe he had just declared us the property of the Lord of Lust and now he was whispering for me to agree to be HIS.
"UHH ... UHH ... UHH ... BASTARD ... I said GET OFF ME!" I used all my strength and bucked hard, but all I did was cause him to lift up a bit and then settle back down on me, his well-muscled chest rubbing my sensitive nipples and sparking more flames of arousal to burn within me. His hands were wandering all over my naked body, exploring ever curve as if they were his to do with as he pleased. He was enjoying how I defied him despite being unable to stop him. I didn't know what to do. If I gave in, he won. If I fought him, he still won, and he savored what he would call "taming me." It was the same sheer frustration as I experienced with the Lord of Lust.
"Val," he whispered again, "You could be mine if you wanted. I could take you away from all this. I could have you all to myself. Let yourself go! Give yourself to me!" I was in shock and whispered back, "You lying bastard, I know you serve your stinking Lord of Lust. I don't believe you!"
"Do you remember in the game room," Lance queried quietly, "I pushed your chair closer to the desk and told you I might pull your leg?" My eyes shot open wide, remembering that clearly. I responded so only he could hear, "Do you mean you wanted me to be closer to the desk so that my leg could kick out at the tower and do something to stop the game? Why? Why would you do that?"
"I told you already," he answered into my ear, "I said you were the prettiest girl I've ever seen. You're beautiful inside and out. I knew you would be the perfect First for the Lord of Lust, but you would also be perfect for me."
"How?" I asked back into his ear, "How would you get all my friends and me away from here?" But he shook his head, replying softly, "I only meant you, Val, I can't help your friends. I only want you!"
Then I knew that I would never accept his offer, and rebuked him quietly, "Then go to hell, you selfish bastard! I do not belong to you or your Lord of Lust. I would rather stay here with my friends than be with you!"
He finally lifted off of my body, and I gasped for breath now that his weight was off me. His face was clouded by disappointment. He said normally, "Then so be it! If this is the only way I can have you, then I will have you completely before you are shared around and enjoyed by all."
I looked at him with a mix of fear and anger as he propped himself up with his left hand and used his right to direct the tip of his flaming manhood to rub up and down my slit. The feeling was exquisite! I arched slowly as my head fell back, and he didn't stop but kept teasing me. Up and down, up and down, up and down, he rubbed his flames of Lust against me continuously. He wanted a response, and I could not stop myself from playing into his game.
"AGHH ... get that thing away from me!" I demanded and squirmed to make his task harder. "You can't have me!" He only smirked at my feeble attempt and savored my defiance, which he promptly overcame despite my best efforts, which was exactly what he wanted to do to "tame me." He laid his hand on my tummy and pressed down, slowly feeling my strength give out as I was pressed down and my struggles were stilled. I gasped for breath, glaring at him, knowing I could not do anything as he pressed his shaft into me.
Oh my gosh! He was finally entering me with his burning shaft. I had tried to resist, to fight him, but he was too strong. Now his flames touched the petals of my flower and seared me with sensual stimulation that was lighting up my insides like never before. He controlled my body now, sinking deeper and deeper, inch by inch, savoring his inevitable victory. His hand wandered from my tummy to my boobs, scooping my left and kneading it, then teasing the nipple with his fingertips. All I could do was lay there and take it, deeper and deeper, the flames touching me all over inside, especially my g-spot.
He released my breast and shifted to brace his body over mine as he sank into me, sheathing his shaft inside me just as he had promised. I was helpless as he finally drove in to the hilt and held there, letting me feel his full girth and length throb and burn inside me. My juices gushed as if trying to quench his flames, but instead coating his rod like lighter fluid.
"AGGHH ... UHHNN ... UHNN ... NOOO ... Get out of me! ... Do you feel proud taking me when I'm naked and helpless and exhausted? You're a real man, all right."
"OOO ... Val ... you are feisty!" he exulted, "And that is the only way to take you so I can tame you fully and completely. And it's time to do that." He began to pull back his shaft, rubbing the flames around inside even more. He stopped short of pulling out and reversed direction. His thrusting had begun.