Here’s the next part of the freebie story. Again I warn you, this is very rough. No one’s read it but myself so there are probably mistakes. But I’m tired of looking at it.

This is part 4. You should go back and read parts 1, 2 and 3 to get the story so far.

WARNING: non-consensual sex ahead. Stop now if that squicks you.

************************************

She must have dozed for she woke in his arms. The fading sunlight streaming through the open balcony doors showed that the horrid afternoon had yet to end.

She tried not to move, not to give him any indication that she was awake. His heavy breathing suggested he was asleep but she had no idea how lightly he slept. The heat of his body seared her entire backside. The side of her face ached from his slap and the place between her legs still throbbed with awareness of the way he’d split her open.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 4 →

Please note this is #3 in a story. I highly suggest you read #1 & #2 before reading this one.

Continuing the experiment and the non-con starts.

This loosely goes with this series of images.

See the previous two chapters about how this one is mainly stream of conscious.

WARNING: non-consensual sex.

As for Aiden *sigh*. You really didn’t think I could get through a story anymore without one amazingly pretty man, did you? Oh no. I’m afraid the yaoi bug has me in its firm grip.

************************************

He pushed up off her spent body. She couldn’t have struggled if she tried. The fire had consumed her limbs and she fully expected to deteriorate and die on the spot.

Her eyes closed, she could only guess at his movements. But her guess told her that he’d moved from the bed.

Why wasn’t she dead?

She opened her eyes to see him cross the room, staggering just a bit, to a table on which sat a few bottles and glasses. He grabbed one and poured golden liquid into a glass then drank it all in one gulp. He muttered then repeated the process.

After the second drink, he took a breath, slammed down bottle and glass, and turned back to her.

Framed by fading sunlight streaming in through door open to a balcony to the right, he was beautiful. She could admit that. He reminded her of the stallions she’d seen in the herd that roamed the valley to the east of the temple. They were sleek, magnificent creatures, as was he. Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 3 →