There is a rape scene in the beginning, but this fanfiction is not rape porn, or one of those she gets off on rape kind of stories. I wrote it to reveal the kind of man Cesare is at the beginning of my story. This is a romance/drama with a plot. SMUT

My X-Rated Versions can be found on Archive of Our On, just search for Avalonmedieval

Islane inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes as if to banish her growing fear. "I can do this! I have done this many times before" she mentally swore before releasing a slow breath. Approaching footsteps echoing from the cathedral's inner hallway draws her back to realty; she straightened her shoulders and lowered her hands to her side. It was time.

"Who are you? This wing is reserved for the Papacy, you should not be here." A youthful papal guard with curly red hair said as he made a point to block her path.

The young woman flashed the guard a bewitching smile as she cunningly adjusted her robe to reveal a bit of her bare flesh. She had had years of practice and knew just how to melt a normally alert warrior into a sapling. Her voice a mere whisper, she purred almost timidly "I have a gift for the Dark Prince".

Jeramann lowered his guard and returned the smile. He was familiar with little beauties surprising his master in the oddest of places. Depending upon Cardinal Cesare's mood, he knew when he could let one slip by. And this moment could not have come at a better time. Cesare had been forced by his father to attend a Council at St. Mary's: an unimportant meeting that someone on the low-end of the stick should have attended, but here lately the Pope was suffering from a bit of paranoia taking his sons alone with him. He had ordered his reluctant son to attend. The meeting had been long and dull, and Jeramann knew without a doubt that Cesare needed a pick-me-upper before having to journey back to his father to render a brief of the council.

"As you wish my lady" he smiled and walked passed the seductress without a second thought.

Islane smirked; it worked every time. Men were so reckless, always thinking with their cock instead of utilizing good sense. Stepping behind a velvet drapery hemmed in gold lace, she loosened the front of her robe so that sunlight glimmered against her smooth ivory skin. Pinching her nipples to harden them, she tried to dismiss the worries that plagued her mind. She had heard an oral rumor that Cesare Borgia, the Pope's middle son and Cardinal of Valencia, had been blessed with the gift of the Devil's Insight. She hoped fervently that this was indeed just a rumor or he would run her through on sight. She shook her head. She did not know what was wrong with her. She had been trained to do this and had accomplished such acts before flawlessly… "and this time would be no different", her mind whirled.

Like most other souls living in Rome, she had seen Cardinal Cesare from a-far usually during festivals as he horse-raced his brother through the city streets or during Holiday Mass. The thought of the dark sultry man known for debauchery and murder draped in holy robes almost spouted a smile upon her lips. Like his sinful father, Pope Alexander VI, Cesare had no right to the Papacy. She was a fine one to judge considering the life that she lived.

The rustle of Cesare's robes sprung her back to reality. She had thought she would have heard his bootsteps approaching, but it seemed the Dark Prince treaded more softly than his guard. Swallowing her fear, she slowly stepped from the drapery in hopes of not alarming him. Cesare was also known for his agile warriorhood and she did not want to be sliced down before he realized that she was just a simple maiden seeking to pleasure his holiness.

To her surprise, Cesare do not even flinch as he continued a feline-like stroll toward her. Her heart pounded, her eyes drinking the sight of his masculinity. Even through the fine robe of velvet, one could see a silhouette of strength and muscle. His shoulder length hair rested on wide shoulders that seemed to have been cut out of steel. His face free of blemishes with flawlessly silky flesh faint like the color of creamy tea. As her eyes gracefully trailed his body, she caught herself holding her breath like a virginal maiden. This was not how it was supposed to be. He was her prey, not the other way around.

Cesare armed with keen senses had known that someone was hiding behind the curtains even before she stepped from its shadows. Although he managed to conceal it, he was surprised to find his stalker a fair female instead of an assassin monk bent on killing him.

He glared at the young female. She was an attractive woman with an oval face, high cheek bones, and dark cat-shaped eyes. She wore a red robe that was purposely unlaced revealing voluptuous curves and meaty breasts firmly perched and from the look of her taunt nipples, they needed to be suckle.

With an emotionless face, he stood only inches from her. Islane could feel Cesare's flesh heat radiating through his regal garment. Mustering every ounce of courage, she met his fathomless eyes. They were dark and unreadable as his face. He was as good at controlling his emotions as she had heard. She had expected him to speak and after several seconds that seemed to be laced with eternity, she purred "I have a gift for you, my lord".

Cesare lowered his eyes as if dismissing her and smirked smugly. Mingled with a condemning chuckle, he asked "And who sends this gift?"

Having been accustomed to men bowing to her sensuality, Cesare's sarcastic jeer infuriated her. Trying to conceal the anger that warmed her veins and continue with the charade, she stepped forward into his embraced. Allowing the robe to flow away from her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear "I will tell you after you have received, I mean ENJOYED your gift" while caressing his swollen manhood. She felt him harden…Yes, under this saintly robe and gold cross, he was human after all; a mere man…

With that Cesare pierced down at the mysterious woman; sunlight blush her skin illuminating an ivory complexion. She was alluring; an obvious enchantress familiar with pleasures of the flesh. Darkly amused, he ran his fingers down her neck and across the tips of her breast. With one hand stroking him, she used the other to pull his face to her lips. He smirked as she tried to kiss him and forced her mouth to his throat allowing her devourer his flesh.

Cesare's skin tasted fresh like neroli: a soap the wealthy lavished. She smiled cunningly when she felt him unfasten his robe. Lifting her leg to allow him entry, she clung to his chest kissing, biting, licking - doing everything she had been taught to make a man crippled to good thought. She could hear his heartbeat strengthen and knew he was falling victim to her expertise.

With breath like fresh snow, Cesare asked in a low husky voice, "Who sends this gift?"

Islane spellbound with the anticipation of ecstasy, giggled a bit and pretended as if she was about to whisper the answer and instead captured his mouth with her lips while wrapping her left leg around his waist. Cesare growled and withdrew from her lips, biting hard into the side of her neck. As if he was about to enter her moist threshold, he slammed her body hard against the stone wall, sieged her wrists, and ripped the dagger from her dainty hand.

Flinging the weapon across the room, he wrenched a fist-full of hair almost ripping it from the scalp. Lifting her hips to accept his lust-filled cock, Cesare impaled her saturated tunnel with one unrestrained thrust plunging deep into her feminine core.

Islane cried out from the brutal entry.

Still gripping her hair, Cesare stilled inside of her and forced her to look into his face. A nefarious glint lurked within his phantom eyes as he hissed through gritted teeth "Who sent this gift?"

Everything that she had been warned about this monster had been true. Somehow he had seen through her well devised ploy. He had been blessed with Satan's insight. And now the predator had become the prey. She loathed him. She could not believe that only moments ago, she had relished the pleasure of his body, yearned to taste his lips. Defiance flashed within her eyes, NO, she would not tell him. Boiling with seething hate, she barked "I am not some mindless tavern wench; I have been raised and trained to withstand torture. You won't get anything from me, nor can someone like you hurt me. I have been fuck in every manner imaginable and you, Son of the Pope, will not break me!"

Cesare chuckled low and menacing before slamming sledge-hammer thrusts inside of his would-be assassin. A rage of sadistic passion possessed him devouring her body meant to punish and conquer.

Islane bit into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. She would not surrender the pleasure of her agony to this sadist beast. She had heard of Cesare's reputation for having a fondness for sinister passion. Although she had been curious to sample him, she had never intended to submit. She had planned to drive the dagger deep into his back muscles before ever allowing him the delight of her inner core. Now she would have to suffer for her mistake. A mistake that might cost her life.

Pinning Islane beneath his dominating wrath, leaving her powerless against his hard-ramming hips, he impaled her with his thick pulsating shaft. She closed her eyes and arched her hips to take his violent lust in strive. Cesare snarled as his virile body blended with hers. She squirmed against the torment which only seemed to excite him more. He rode her harder. It seemed he could not drive hard enough, deep enough, fast enough to quench the savage fever of lust that burned within his loins. No mere female would ever subdue him. Greater assassins had tried and failed.

Blood twinkled down her legs from the coarse stone wall lacerating her backside. Cesare penetrated her threshold with such feral fury, she felt as if she was being ripped into. She could feel his throbbing organ thrusting beneath her navel sending agonizing pain radiating through her abdomen. Now whimpering like a hurt puppy, she dug her nails into his back hoping to wake him from the savage realm of uncontrollable ecstasy. The gesture did not faze him. He seemed lost within a bestial-like climax.

Withering beneath the mass of punishing passion, no longer possessing the will to fight him, Islane cried out "Bishop Adamo sent me!" telling Cesare all he wanted to know.

Tossing Islane to the stone floor as if she were a rag-doll, Cesare jacked his creamy male nectar unto her head. When she tried to shield her face from his searing balm, he laughed at her fruitless attempt.

After he replaced his robe and with the spell of malice passion soothed, he witnessed the torture of his lustful inquisition in the bedraggled wench's wrecked expression. Her hair was rippled and sweaty clinging to a tear-streaked face. Her elegant robe was now torn and bloody, dripping with his essence. He did not pity her, not even a bit. She deserved what she had reaped and more.

Feeling degraded and worthless, Islane stared into Cesare's stony expression; a tear glistened in the corner of her eye. He smiled taking perverse pride in the surrender of her reflection.

"Guards!"

The lanky red-headed guard returned bringing a few extra men with him.

"Take this bitch to the dungeon and derive what is left from her."

The guard's boyish face flashed an all-knowing grin before jerking Islane to her feet.

Her heart sank like an anchor. Shattered, Islane bellowed "They will rape me to death", but was too molested to struggle against the onslaught of gripping hands that dug into her already bruised flesh.

She heard over her shoulder Cesare laughing out "It is no less than you deserve for you will burn in hell Mistress of Murder as I, Cardinal Cesare of the Borgian Dynasty, ordained by God, sentence you to answer for your crimes."