8.3 Aversion

Inhaling nervously, you quickly inform the servant you have no interest in such a meeting. The man's eyes grow wide with concern, however, your current status appears to take precedence as he quickly nods and moves away. Relaying this information to your guard, you begin walking in the direction of the hallway leading to your chambers. Unfortunately, before you can progress, Nereus begins making his way towards you. Pursing your lips in frustration, you begrudgingly turn to face the man. "That is far enough." You caution him once he is within several feet. To your annoyance he does not stop until he is standing right before your rigid form. Exhaling in frustration, you give him a cautionary look while stepping back. His face remains unpleasantly stern as he lazily glances over your hesitant figure.

Tensing further, you feel your face grow slightly flush after his eyes finish moving over you. Averting your own gaze, you shift restless, waiting for him to begin speaking. Your attention is quickly drawn back to his face when he instead starts addressing your guard. Slightly confused and further annoyed you watch as they obligingly begin exiting the courtyard upon his order. Assuming it is pointless to attempt stopping them, you remain silent until they have departed. "Do you think it wise to refuse one of my status at a time such as this?" He questions in an almost chastising manner. The large area has become uncomfortably silent as thick tension hangs in the air. "My decisions are far from your concern." You mutter brusquely in response while folding your arms over your chest. Nereus' dark eyes scan your face analytically as if attempting to read your very thoughts.

Frowning in unease, you take another step back reflexively. His eyes narrow briefly at your startled movement before returning to their cold, apathetic appearance. "And what of my proposal?" A shiver courses down your back at his question, having momentarily forgotten about this unwanted predicament. Swallowing dryly, it's almost a struggle to get your words out. "I have no interest in any arrangement of your involvement." Your muscles quickly tense when Nereus steps forward and around your frame. You quickly wince in surprise and aversion when you feel his torso brush against your back. "Is that truly how you feel?" Another shiver runs down your spine as he breath grazes your cheek. Somewhat stealing your nerves you manage to **** out a soft, "It is." This is quickly cut off by a gasp of pain when he roughly grabs the back of your head.

"Your opinion matters not to me." He hisses angrily, as he throws you to the ground. Your eyes widen in fear when he moves to stand over you, however, you find yourself paralyzed. "Once I have secured this election, your opinion will matter to no one." His eyes bore deeply into your own as he begins unfastening the band around his waist. Watching anxiously, you attempt moving your numb limbs to move to no avail. His garments hang loosely around his muscular frame once the item is removed. Staring down at you with what appears to be slight detest, Nereus' hand swiftly latches on to your arm, twisting it behind your back. The sudden contact seems to shock your body back into action as you quickly struggle against his grip. You're no match for his strength and soon find yourself shoved onto the ground face down. Your other arm is also pulled back before you feel your wrists being bound together.

A moment later you're roughly brought to your feet then pushed forward. "I had not planned for this." Nereus comments irately as he forces you to walk into one of the surrounding gardens. "However, your insolence has left me little choice." Flinching from the pain on your wrists, you inhale sharply before asking, "Why offer me a choice to begin with?" The restraints tighten when he pulls on the slack, forcing you to stop in place. He doesn't reply, instead grabbing at the fabric covering your back and ripping it open. "It is not enough to have me." You realize bitterly and almost laugh. "You want me to desire it." One of Nereus' hands wraps around your neck, pulling you back against him. Squirming against his grip, you feel his other hand move down along your side. Your bound arms press against his torso as he reaches your thigh and forces your legs apart.

Removing the hand from your throat, it brushes against your back before pushing you down. Wincing again, you're unable to move as his hand grabs back onto your restraints. A moment later you gasp out when he roughly forces his large appendage between your parted legs. Your upper half remains parallel to the ground while he continues thrusting deeper inside. When you try pulling away the band around your wrists only tighten further. Whimpering softly, you remain in place trying to ignore the painful feeling. "You may not desire this now," Nereus states bluntly between brutal thrust. "However, I will soon have you begging for it." His abdomen slams against you sharply, causing a stinging sensation. Gritting your teeth, you fight back against the growing pleasure felt from his actions. A somewhat shameful blush spreads across your face when you feel your inner thighs become moist.

This does not escape Nereus' attention as he haughtily scoffs, "Perhaps sooner than I anticipated." Biting back the urge to retort angrily, you ignore his taunts. This unfortunately becomes easier to accomplish when the pleasurable sensations reach their peak. Failing to stifle a surprised moan, you involuntarily climax on his thick shaft. Before you can fully process the moment you're brusquely shoved forward. Losing your balance, you painfully fall forward onto your knees. "Your body is as disobedient as your tongue." He derides in a cold tone, grabbing onto your hair again. "You will take pleasure when I say." Tears spring into the corners of your eyes as you're pushed forward further and your shoulder roughly connects with the ground. Grabbing on to your waist, he repositions himself and painfully moves back in.

His hand remains on the back of your head, driving the side of your face into the dirt. Despite his threats, your immediate instinct is to fight against him. This proves fruitless against his firm grip and continued ****. Eventually, your body grows weak and is **** to stop. Panting lightly, you find yourself once again plagued with unwanted waves of pleasure. Biting your lip until it bleeds, the metallic taste that fills your mouth is marred with gritty dirt. The pain at least provides momentary distraction as you frantically try to gather your thoughts. Going against Nereus' commands will likely only result in further anger from him, which would likely only lead to more brutal retribution. Unfortunately, you are unsure of how much longer you can stave off your inevitable climax.

Nereus' movements increase in pace and fervor, eliciting a deep groan, somewhat muffled by the ground. Grimacing in pain and ****, you slowly twist your head back slightly to face him. After taking a deep inhale, you softly mumble, "Please." There's a momentary pause in his movements before he arrogantly asks, "Please, what?" Scowling, your tone becomes slightly irritated as you snap, "You are well aware of what." The fingers in your hair coil tighter around it and roughly pull you back. Gasping out, you feel Nereus' hot breath against your cheek as he seethes, "You are in little position to talk back." Your eyes widen slightly as your neck strains from the uncomfortable angle. Before you can respond you're swiftly pushed back down, finding yourself unable to breath as mud and dirt surround your face. Flailing desperately, you're incapable of freeing yourself.

Just as you feel your mind grow foggy from lack of oxygen, the pressure is removed and you're able to pull away. Gasping in a deep breath of air, you lie still for a moment as you regain your strength. "I will not ask again." Nereus states brusquely as you're still struggling to calm your breath. Flinching involuntarily, you hesitantly gasp out. "Please, allow me pleasure." Nereus scoffs smugly before leaning down, pressing his torso against your back. "That is an improvement." He remarks sternly, brushing back muddy locks of hair from your face. "Yet, I believe you can do better." Suppressing the urge to flinch again, you exhale slowly, trying to ignore his sight in the corner of your eye. "You were right," Your voice is monotone as you stare blankly ahead into the garden. "I need you. Please, bring me to satisfaction."

"I know you do not truly mean it." Nereus laments almost sardonically. "But that will change." Your eyes quickly shut as you slide forward when he resumes his forceful thrusts. Apprehensively, you begin accepting the pleasurable feelings somewhat more willingly. More liquid runs down your thighs as you quickly find yourself lost in sensation. Moaning softly, your fingers sink into the soft dirt as your body trembles lightly. Drunk with the feelings of ecstasy you're barely aware of Nereus' name leaving your lips. As soon as it does, his movements abruptly halt. His free hand swiftly grabs onto your waist, pulling you back against him as warm liquid envelopes your insides. Blinking in confusion, you feel his hand leave your hair as he quickly pulls away. Glancing back at him you're slightly surprised to catch the briefest hint of discomposure flash across his face.

This look is almost instantly replaced by cold displeasure. Reaching down, he grabs onto your restraints and pulls you to your feet. Roughly turning you around to face him, he leans down sharply. "This election _will _be mine, and you along with it." He states in a somewhat bitter tone, his eyes seeming to dare you to try contradicting him. "If you attempt to cross me it will only end in your demise." His eyes glance down at your dirty and disheveled form before he pulls away. Reaching behind you, he finally loosens the ties around your wrists. Taking another glance at your messy figure he wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Do not **** me to do this again." Nereus warns while straightening his own, only slightly wrinkled garments. "I have no patience for such incivilities." Frowning, you nod softly, unwilling to risk any further wrath. When he is finished redressing he casts you a final cold look before saying, "The election draws near, for your sake, hope I have no reason to be upset by its results."