The Moonlit Desires: Bound by Blood

Trigger warning: The sexual assaults and abuse in this chapter may be triggering!! So skip it if it is against your perspective.

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“Hmmm, what a loyal servant, I think I need to remind you why you are here little dog,” he said, smirking dangerously, completely ignoring my sudden discomfort. My heart raced as I struggled to maintain my composure.

“Please, King, I… I think I prefer the slave building,” I murmured nervously. The sound of his footsteps echoed against the cold tiles as he made his way over to me. “Nope, you are really a good loyal servant. Should I give you your reward, little dog?” he smirked as he forcefully grabbed my waist.

“Ah…,” I let out a nervous shriek. “King Alessandro,” his name, fled out of my lips unexpectedly due to fear, and I felt him tense in front of me before his gaze flashed a deep golden color, indicating the presence of his beast. My heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for what might come next.

I gasped, but his grip was holding me damn tight. “Please… I don’t need the reward,” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes as the realization of what he meant by a reward snapped into my head. But he ignored me and pressed his lips against my neck. His tongue darted out and slid down the area. I shuddered against his touch as I felt an electrifying spark shoot through my body, and I struggled to move away. The fear and confusion overwhelmed me as I desperately tried to free myself from his hold.

We are enemies and I know how much we despised each other so why is he taking advantage of me?

“No… Please, King Alessandro, don’t do this,” I pleaded, stammering at the end. “We are enemies, remember!” I added, but before I could finish my sentence, he slapped me hard across my face. My cheeks tingle, and the tears that I had been struggling to hide started rolling down.

I could feel the heat of his breath against my cheeks as he screamed, “Don’t fucking remind me… You think I am happy doing this!” I nervously dropped my head, staring down at the floor. My cheeks twinged, and tears fell with each blink of my eyes. I knew the slap would leave a fingerprint on my face and the area would be bruised. But what did he mean by he was not happy doing this? Doing what…?”

I didn’t get to process everything when suddenly his voice echoed in my ears once again, “You are mine,” I suddenly snapped my head up in fear. I stared at him, trying to understand who he was claiming, when suddenly he growled, his eyes glinting a golden hue as he pulled me toward him.

“You belong to me, little dog, I don’t care what you have to say,” he leans in and nips at my neck. “Say it….. Say it now, little dog!” he harshly demands.

I couldn’t lie and say those words to him, not when I knew it wasn’t true. But he was so close, and I could feel the strength in his grip. “Say it now!!” His voice was harsh and commanding. I trembled in fear. “I… I…..” I stammered, my words barely audible. “I am yours…..” The words felt like poison on my tongue, but I knew I had to say them for my own safety.

As if I had given him a go-ahead order, his hands started prowling my body, and I felt frozen in place. I’d never experienced anything like this before, and it felt so invasive. My heart was pounding, and I could barely breathe. I wanted to move, to scream, but I was completely paralyzed.

I tried to keep my eyes closed and endured the painful torture and focus on something other than what was happening right now when suddenly I felt myself being pushed forward. Dragging me toward the table in his room and bending me over the table with my butt shot backward and lifted a bit by him. I felt my adrenaline as fear suddenly coursed through my veins immediately I heard his belt jingle and then came the disgusting sound of his pant zipper. I was afraid to open my eyes, afraid to know what would happen next.

I tried to crawl away, but he immediately pulled me back, slapping my butt hard and eliciting a cry of pain from me. “Don’t you dare struggle or fight back,” he threatened, his voice low and menacing. “If you do, I’ll make it worse.” His words sent a chill down my spine like cold water in a winter season and I felt frozen in place.

“Please…. Please King Alessandro,” I cried out and immediately felt him stiff behind me, I could feel his gaze against me as he contemplated within himself. However, just when I thought I had gotten a glimmer of hope, he forcefully pulled me up from the table shattering the hope as he pushed me down to my knees so that I would be kneeling, and facing him.

He leaned down and hissed in my ear, “Open your mouth.”

I felt a surge of fear as I gasped, “What?”

He glared at me, his eyes cold and commanding. “Open your mouth,” he snapped. “And don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Please, I am begging,” my lips trembled as I begged him but that seemed to have angered him because his face hardened and he forcefully grabbed my hair, eliciting a cry from me. “Open your damn mouth now!!” he shouted, scaring me.

I tried to find the words to explain my innocence but nothing seemed right. “I… I… I don’t… I’ve never…” I stammered, unsure of what to say. “I… I…” I struggled to find a way out of this mess when suddenly he tightened his grip on my hair. Tears reluctantly slipped down my face as I opened my mouth. I slowly closed my eyes as I noticed him pull out his dick from his pants. I feel so scared, so worthless and vulnerable. I hate the fact that I couldn’t do anything so I just closed my eyes and tried to shut him off.

“Open your eyes, little dog,” he commands, his voice calm. I whimpered as I gradually opened them. “Tongue out and be mindful of those teeth of yours,” I did as I had been instructed. He then ruthlessly thrust into my mouth, I cried out and tried to hold him by the waist but under that fierce gaze, I suddenly brought my hands back to my side. I felt broken and helpless. I was trying to keep from gagging as he thrust into my mouth, not caring if I could handle it or not. He stepped closer and positioned himself very well before thrusting harder again and this time hitting the back of my throat in full force.

The shame I felt was suffocating, and I wanted nothing more than for this to end. I could feel his hand gripping my hair, pulling me closer to him. I tried to breathe through my nose, but the salty taste of him in my mouth was overwhelming. The pain was heavier than I thought….. I am broken!

“Hmm… fuck!!” He hissed, I gasped for air as he continued thrusting down my tiny throat. I tried to catch my breath, but he was relentless. He seemed to have no concern for my well-being, only focused on his own pleasure. He pulls out before thrusting harder again, more deeper. I choked and this time the pain was unbearable, tears started welling down effortlessly. I felt like an object, not a person. The more he continued, the more I felt my dignity slipping away.

“Mmmm, huh, feels so good!” he moans, he throws his head back as his grip tightens on my hair more. I couldn’t do anything but struggle to breathe as he continued going very hard. I am starting to get weaker with each thrust. I gasped in pain as his pace quickened, I felt like I was going to pass out. The pain was excruciating, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I was starting to lose consciousness, and I felt like I was slipping away. I tried to hold on, to keep myself present, but it was getting harder and harder. The only thing I could think of was my parents and how disappointed they would be if they could see me now.

“Hmm, yeah!!!” I heard him wheeze as his thrusting grew erratic. I was afraid of what would happen next, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of my parents. I clung to that thought like a lifeline.

“Oh! So sweet,” he moaned before I heard him groan hard and something like liquid coaxed down my throat immediately, almost making me throw up. He went on for a while before he finally stopped and slowly pulled away from me, pushing me away. I tried to catch my breath as he stood up. I was shaking, and I felt completely humiliated. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was a mess, and I didn’t know what to do.

“I will be entering the bathroom, but before I return I don’t want to meet you here,” he said, his face contorting in disgust.

I couldn’t say anything but just gulped hard as I watched him make his way to the latrine. I wanted to rush forward and stab him hard till I am sure that he is dead and no more but I feel so weak that only my silent sobs can be heard. I felt trapped like there was no way out of this nightmare. My body ached, and I felt like I had no strength left. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. But I knew that wasn’t an option.

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