Advised / Used

Mitri wandered away from Broden and her mother, deciding to find a quiet place to sit and think. She now knew that Broden was interested in her mother, where he barely knew Mitri existed. He was a warrior unlike any she had ever seen, and his size easily dwarfed most of the Elves in the castle. Plus there was something else... Mis'Ra, the female Orc that had accompanied him. When Ethimilee had introduced her daughters to the two Orcs, Mitri had noticed that they seemed rather close. Mis'Ra was often nearby when Broden was training or reading battle reports somewhere other than his room. Mitri was certain that there was more than just friendship and comradery between the two Orcs. She needed to confirm their relationship eventually. Although how they could be together if Broden was interested in her mother.... Were Orcs so easily able to move from one lover to the next, or was there more to their mating rituals than she knew?

She had arrived at one of the small libraries in the castle. No one seemed to be around when she pushed through the door, but she still went to the back of the library to find a quiet corner in case someone came in. She found a nice table and sat down, hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with anyone for a while. It wouldn't be strange for her mother or one of the maids to make their way here for a break, but she didn't want to be bothered by them. Peace and quiet were what she needed to think... And that wasn't going to happen, she realized as the chair across from her was pulled back. Worse yet, it was one of the very people that had vexed her a few moments ago.

"You're pretty quiet and stealthy for a princess," chuckled Mis'Ra as she sat down.

"I guess..."

"I heard you aren't one for conversations. That's ok, I don't mind leading."

"Leading? Why are you here?"

"Good question. I think I just enjoy a little chaos from time to time."

"You're very strange," Mitri said, not quite sure of what this whole conversation was about.

"You aren't the first to say that. But I do have some business with you. You see, I'm a bit stealthier than you. I notice things, but usually people don't notice me. For instance, I noticed that knife hidden at your thigh under your dress."

Mitri's eyes went wide. Had Mis'Ra figured out that she was developing an interest in Broden?

"Now now, you don't have to look like a panicked deer. I just figure that if you came here to be alone, then maybe you are trying to "plan out your attack," or something along those lines. I'm guessing you saw the same thing I did in that thrown room. Your mom and Broden being all moon-eyed over each other."

"Y-yes... I did see that. And that you are close to him too."

"We may have history," Mis'Ra chuckled. "But that's not the point here. Right now, all he sees is her. I'm going to give you some battlefield advice: The strongest defense always has a weakness. Give it time. Watch and listen. You'll see your chance to act. Oh and talk to your sister. She seems a bit more knowledgeable in matters of men and love."

"Why are you giving me advice," Mitri asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Because I want him to be happy. If you can do it, then that's great. If not, then maybe your mom or someone else can pull it off. But you seem ready to enter the race for his affections, so I'm giving you a starting point."

Mis'Ra then stood and left, leaving Mitri with some things to consider. Her sister, and looking for a weakness to exploit... It was more to work with than she had a few minutes ago.

Lethila hated what she was about to do. She had gotten some rest and food, but it was nearly time to meet with with that detestable blackmailing asshole. She took a deep breath and readied herself. Even if she was destined to never see her Horace again, Lethila would at least ensure that he survived to make it home to his loved ones.

Lethila quietly left her room, and kept to the shadows as she made her way to wing of the castle that housed Rienlest and his attendants. Most of the castle staff were retiring for the evening, so she didn't expect to see many people, but one odd pairing did stick out a bit. While Lethila was sneaking off to be Rienlest's fucktoy, she noticed Valhren and Mis'Ra slipping down a side passage towards and into a store room. She felt a mixture of envy that they may be having consensual fun, but also happy that Valhren may finally be getting some attention from someone. He deserved it, even though she knew it was her that he truly desired.

A few minutes of sneaking through the castle, and Lethila found herself at her destination. She took a moment to steady her nerves and then knocked softly on the door. She heard Rienlest call out for her to enter, and she quickly slipped inside. He was sitting at his desk across the room, shirtless and sipping from a cup of wine. She saw he had a pen in one hand, but when she saw her, he put the quill away and tore up the paper he had been writing on.

"What was that," she asked in confusion.

"Nothing that matters now. You're here, so that likely means that you accepted my terms. With that, I have no reason to send this letter."

"That was... The orders to kill Horace."

"Indeed," he said before taking another sip of wine. "But now that I no longer need to worry about that ghastly business, I can move on to more enjoyable things."

"Oh certainly," she spat sarcastically.

"I keep hoping we can do this as friends, but I fear you have other intentions. So lets make my terms clear once more: Tonight saves your lover. When I call, you will come to me. I'll use you how I see fit, and in return, I'll leave your sister's maidenhood for some other lucky boy."

"And mother?"

"Well I have to marry someone to become king. I had intended it to be you. Your sister is far too timid to get the throne. You on the other hand would have been a fine bride. We could have had a lot of mutual fun. As things are now, you'll be my toy, and I'll continue to pursue your mother. Maybe one day you will learn to appreciate what I have to offer and I can take you as an official concubine."

"Not likely. I'll play along for now because I have to, but I'll never give you my heart."

"Fair enough," he said as he reached into a drawer on his desk and pulled out a set of heavy manacles. "These will be worn tonight. Until I break that rebellious spirit of yours, I'll expect you bound or cuffed in some way. Now strip and present your self to me, facing away and with your hands behind your back."

Lethila hated him, but knew she wasn't in any position to object at the moment. She quickly stripped, not even bothering to try and be sexy or sensual about it. This was business, not pleasure. Once she was naked, she approached him and did as ordered, turning away from him and putting her hands behind her back. She felt him stand and attach the manacles. They were cold and heavy. Given a few hours, they may even start to chaff and cut into the skin. These weren't toys for sex, but actual tools for a prisoner, and the message that they sent was clear. Rienlest wrapped his arms around her, grabbing one of her breasts hard while his free hand slid down to her pussy. He buried his face into the side of her neck and bit her gently. Lethila suppressed the the moans of pleasure building in her as her body slowly yielded to the pleasure. Hating the man, and hating sex were two very different things. She had spent the last few years experiencing all kinds of pleasure, so the roughness didn't turn her off as she wished.

"Already getting wet," he chuckled into her ear as he drove two fingers deep into her roughly. He continued to tease and maul her body for a few moments, pressing her to give into her desires, but she continued to be silent in an ever losing battle. After several minutes, a shudder than through her as the first orgasm hit her, and her guard broke for one unfortunate moment. As she softly sighed in pleasure, Rienlest knew this was his victory. He roughly shoved her forward so that she was now bent over his bed and grabbed the manacle chain with one hand as he stepped up behind her. She hadn't noticed when he had dropped his pants, but in her moment of weakness, Rienlest pressed his ****. His powerful cock surged forward and thrust roughly into her. Lethila was defeated as she moaned in pleasure.

"That's it, moan whore! Moan knowing that a superior man is doing what that pathetic human will never do again."

Rienlest pumped his cock into her rough and deep, and Lethila did as she was commanded, moaning and screaming as he plundered from her. She had lovers and friends that she happily fucked on occasion, but this man was neither. He was a demon in Elvish form, and he was taking what she would have freely given people she cared for or liked. She wasn't in control as his cock **** another orgasm from her body, and screams of unwanted pleasure from her lips.

"That's right, you're my whore now. I'll use you until I'm satisfied, and you'll either learn to love it or break."

"I'll do neither and endure," she countered weakly as she came again on his talented cock. He wasn't the most graceful or even most endowed lover she had been with, but he was confident and ferocious, taking what he felt was his in conquest instead of waiting to be given sex as a gift of love. Lethila though wasn't some pure maiden losing herself to lust for the first time. She conceded defeat in this round, but one day she would rebel and destroy him.

Rienlest fucked her to another screaming orgasm before he himself came, filling her pussy with his cum. He was far from through with her though. That night, he put her through the wringer. After their first round of sex, he produced a paddle and spanked her for being so openly defiant. She cried and screamed for what felt like hours, but then he put her on her back and fucked her again. And again. And again. By the time she left his room, she had been fucked harder than ever before, and spanked every time in between. She was sore, but still defiant. She couldn't act yet, but one day...