Forbidden Lust
Concordia was a peaceful kingdom, full of lush greenery and bountiful harvests. Those living there were treated with fairness and kindness by the gentle king. Everything was very calm and peaceful until the ships came. Even though Concordia put up a valiant fight, Niflheim took over the kingdom, holding the king and his people hostage. Their princess, next in line, was in effect a captive to the Niflheim and expected to marry Ravus Nox Fleuret. She didn't want to marry the man who blamed the kind king Regis for the taking over of Tenebrae. Her words were ignored, nonetheless.
Her father didn't like the Empire one bit, but he had to comply with them or suffer the loss of his people. The only thing he did order, however, was his daughter to stay away from the Chancellor of Niflheim, Ardyn Izunia. He didn't know why, but something was off about that man. He was very amiable but he hid darkness that anyone could sense. Princess Elizabeth was very naïve. She didn't know much of the world, even though she was almost twenty-one. As a child, her kingdom was taken over and she wasn't allowed to learn much of the outside world. She learned the basic things that was required for royals to learn.
That night, the remaining Concordian parliament decided to throw a ball in Beth's honor. They were celebrating her twenty-first birthday. Another party would be in order to celebrate her crowning as queen, even though she wasn't the true sovereign of her land. As she was getting her dress fitted, her father came in to give her some advice.
"Beth," he said in his gentle yet gruff voice. "I want you to stay away from the Niflheim chancellor tonight. I know you have to interact with the Niflheim government, but keep your interactions between Izunia short and brief. I don't trust him."
"How come?" asked Beth, as she turned to look at her father.
"I don't like the way he looks at you," King Richard admitted. "It makes me uneasy that he watches your every move whenever we convene with the Empire. It seems that he is taken to you."
"Daddy, you worry too much," she said, hugging him. "But I will stay away from him, anyways."
"Thank you, Beth," he said, holding her tightly, wishing he could protect her from the world.
…
After greeting the Empire, Elizabeth went out on the balcony to get some air. She gazed out at the stars, counting how many she could see. Now that she was twenty-one, she could have a glass of champagne without getting in trouble. As she stood out there, she felt another presence standing behind and she turned to look. Her heart sank when she saw that it was Ardyn Izunia. He had a thoughtful expression on his face and his amber eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight.
"Chancellor," said Beth in a put-on tone. "What can I do for you?"
"Congratulations, Princess Elizabeth," he replied, lifting a wine glass up. "You only turn twenty-one once." He seemed to smirk at an inside joke.
"What is it you want, Chancellor?" she asked, losing her polite tone. "My father told me to stay away from you."
He looked wounded and pouted his lower lip in a playful way. "Oh, tsk, tsk, how rude," he said calmly, putting a hand to his chest.
"Everyone fears you, Chancellor," said Beth coldly, glaring at him.
"Don't let them deter you," he murmured, giving her a gentle smile.
Uncomfortable, Beth turned around and intended to walk away, but Ardyn grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back. She turned back to him with an alarmed look on her face and her heart jumped to her throat.
"Chancellor," she started, but he cut her off. "Call me Ardyn, dear."
"Ardyn, what do you want?" That came out ruder than she intended. "You keep stalking me."
"I do not stalk you," he argued, looking annoyed.
"You do," she retorted, flushing in anger. "You stalk me, you watch me, and you scare my father and me." Her eyes flashed with fury as she glared at him. "What is it with you?"
Ardyn gave her a serious look and, without saying anything, bent in and firmly kissed her on the mouth. The hand that was on her elbow loosened and slid down to her waist, pulling her close. Beth's hands landed on his chest and slid up around his neck, deepening the kiss. She ran her hands through his red-violet hair and pulled him closer towards him. She could taste him on her tongue and she could taste the spicy flavor of wine. Just as her head began spinning from lack of oxygen, Ardyn pulled back and began trailing his lips down her neck and collar bone.
He loved this dress on her. It seemed that it was made to inflame a man's desire. It was a strapless floor-length red beauty that was backless and clung to her upper torso, showing off her full breasts and flat stomach. Even in her heels, she was still shorter than him. He had to bend down to access her throat. His lips trailed to her jugular vein and began nibbling at her pulse. He could feel the heat in her body and smell her arousal. It amused him, to say the least.
"My lady," he said in a seductive yet disapproving tone. "You should see yourself. You're dripping and keening for me. What would your father say?"
"Shut up," she hissed, pulling away from him. "I'm not wet."
"Oooh," he said, smirking. "Are you sure?" He reached up under her dress and caressed at the damp crotch of her panties. A whimpering moan came from her when his deft fingers touched her there. Her legs grew unsteady and she had to grab onto his arm to keep herself up.
"I'm not…wet," she hissed, trying to deny what her body was doing.
"Yes, you are," he said in an almost cooing tone. "You're sopped through."
"Shut up," was all she could say. She knew she couldn't deny it anymore and that was the only smart thing she could say.
"Is it for me?" he asked mockingly, knowing damn well it was. "I'm flattered, Princess."
"I hate you," she said, sounding very juvenile. It was hard to think of anything to say because he kept touching her there. She was only responding with words that were automatic.
He tutted her like he was reproving her for saying something naughty. "No, you don't," he remarked, stroking that area more insistently. His touch was so rough that it almost hurt her.
She bit back a moan but her lower jaw trembled with the need to release it. Her eyes closed and all she could do was hold on to him. She didn't want to fight it anymore. She was too tired to fight.
"Just do it," she ground out, her teeth gritted.
"Your wish is my command, Princess," he purred, smirking at her. "Now, you might want to hold on. This will get very rough."
Before she could ponder on what he meant by that, he slipped his hand into her panties and showed her just how fast and rough his fingers could get. Shockwaves of pleasure went through her body and her grip on him tightened. The pleasure engulfed her and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. Her body contracted with pending release and a whimper finally escaped from her. It seemed to urge Ardyn to quicken his pace because his fingers started to move so quickly that Beth couldn't remember her own name.
"Please…" she managed to whimper out, sounding so desperate and needy that she wanted to slap herself. How could this man get her like this?
"What's wrong, my dear Princess?" he asked gently, using his other hand to stroke her face. "Do you need to come? Is that what you're telling me?" He had a demon's tongue and it worked on her.
With a strangled moan, her body tensed and she released her nectar all over his fingers. After that sweet moment, her knees felt like Jell-O and she fell into Ardyn's chest. He held her with his free arm as he pulled his hand out of her panties and sucked her essence off his fingers. Beth's vision began to blur and she closed her eyes, absolutely exhausted. Ardyn was amused by how just one orgasm could wear her out. She truly was a virgin.
"There," he cooed, stroking her back in a soothing manner. "Doesn't that feel better? I didn't know you could give so much, Beth." Hearing her name on his lips made want claw at her stomach. "Would you like to go somewhere and relieve this tension once and for all?"
She wanted to listen to her honorable half telling her not to it, but her hormonal, needy half outweighed that. Leaning up, she pressed her mouth to his to tell him her answer.
…
Beth led Ardyn to a secluded area in the garden where no one would see them and she began removing her panties. Ardyn was amused by her eagerness and he removed his coat, spreading it out so she could lay on it. She took the invitation and laid back on it with her legs spread to accommodate him. They would have to be quick so no one would get suspicious. Ardyn undid the button and zipper to his pants and pulled his large hardened member out. It wasn't until that moment that Beth knew he wasn't wearing any boxers. For a moment, she wondered how he was going to fit in her.
"Hold on a minute," he said, holding a hand up. "I don't want your dress to get all bloody. Remove the dress and put it somewhere to the side so we don't get it dirty."
In her lust-filled mind, Beth seem to understand his reasoning. If they fucked while she was in her dress, it would get very dirty and everyone would know what they did. She couldn't say this was making love because she didn't love him. This was just two people in need of release. After this, they would continue going on as if this never happened.
She undid the zipper on her dress and stripped down, standing before Ardyn in her panties. The dress was strapless and backless so she didn't have a bra on. The cool air made her nipples pucker and goosebumps to rise on her skin. She wanted to do this quickly and get it over with. Ardyn eyed her body in an approving manner and he smirked, absolutely loving how she looked. Her breasts were full and perky and her stomach was flat. She looked beautiful in the moonlight. It seemed to make her pale skin glow.
His intense scrutiny made her nervous and she wanted to cover herself up. "What?" she asked, nibbling her bottom lip.
"You're gorgeous," he said, noting the flush that appeared on her skin. "You're like a seductive nymph. Any man would kill to have you."
His compliments made her feel awkward. "Shut up," she said but she was smiling.
Getting back to business, Beth pulled her panties down to reveal her damp mound to him. When she was fully nude, she laid back down on his jacket and offered herself to him. Ardyn wasn't sure where to start. He wanted to taste her womanhood, but he knew they had to be quick. He lined himself up at her damp opening and slammed into her.
Pain went through Beth's spine and she arched her back, letting out a cry of agony. She breathed through her nose and tried to relax her body so the pain would go away. She knew he popped her virgin barrier because she could feel warm liquid trickling down her thigh. He was right when he told her to remove the dress.
"Shiva, this hurts," she whined through clenched teeth, digging a hand through his violet-red locks.
"You have to relax, love," he said gently, stroking her soft cheek with one hand. "I know it's hard but you need to relax."
"Kiss me," she whispered, giving him a serious look to show that she wasn't kidding.
With fierceness that Beth was unaware of, Ardyn slammed his mouth to hers and kissed her so passionately, so deeply, that it made her lips bruise. The distraction of the kiss made Beth's body soften and the pain was slowly seeping away. As his lips moved across hers, he began to thrust inside of her, keeping his pace slow and gentle at first. Beth wrapped her arms around Ardyn's neck, deepening the kiss, and held him close. She ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his face with a gentle touch.
"Elizabeth…" he breathed as he pulled back to look at her. He could see the need in her eyes. The lust was making her beautiful brown eyes darker.
"Do it," she whispered, sounding very seductive. The sound of her voice made his member harden even more. Astrals damn the wench.
Ardyn's eyes glowed with desire and he took that as a challenge. With no mercy, he slammed into her, causing her body to jolt, and listened to her moans. He wasn't a fool. He knew girls like her wanted slow and gentle love-making. Well, he wasn't going to give it to her. He was going to be hard and rough with her. She was always treated like a princess by everyone else. He wanted to treat her like a whore, to be used and put aside.
As his pace grew brutal and merciless, Beth's moans morphed into desperate cries and she clung to him, digging her fingers into the back of his vest. Ardyn grunted with every thrust, feeling his end coming soon. She squeezed his member with those damn tight muscles of hers. She truly was a virgin. Her movements were those of an inexperienced woman and she seemed to be coming soon. The more a woman had sex, the longer they could stand and have more stamina.
"Fuck," growled Ardyn, feeling her vagina squeezed him like a vice. "You're so tight, you dirty whore."
"I am a princess," she breathed, trying to glare at him. It was hard to be mad at him when he made her feel so good. "You cannot talk to me that way."
Ardyn smirked. "You are a whore," he retorted, noting that she grew wetter with his words. "You like being called names. You like being used and defiled. For once, someone isn't treating you like a delicate china doll and you revel in it."
Beth wanted to deny his words but she knew he was right. She may have been a princess but she loved getting treated like this. The thought of rough, passionate sex made her swoon.
"Fuck you," she growled, giving him a glare.
Ardyn laughed at her choice of words. "You already are, my dear Elizabeth," he said teasingly. "Tell me what you want and I will give it to you."
"Fuck me hard," she ordered, keeping her glare on him. "Make me feel it."
"Be careful what you ask for," he purred, giving her a deadly smirk.
With that being said, he slammed into her, not giving her any rest or mercy. His hips moved like pistons and she began screaming out in pure bliss. He tightened his grip on her and began kissing her neck, collarbone, and breasts. By the sounds of her cries, he knew she was so close that it hurt her. He didn't care. He kept slamming into her, making her feel it. Beth's body tightened around him and she finally released, the liquid soaking his member.
He fucked her through three more orgasms before he finally came himself. He came with a loud groan and emptied himself into his dirty little princess. The feel of his essence spraying into her made her come one last time and she whimpered when she collapsed on his coat, trying to catch her breath. The night air cooled her sweaty body down and her eyes fluttered wearily. Holy Shiva, she was exhausted. She just came about four times in one night.
"That was wonderful," said Ardyn as he pulled out of her. "Was it good for you too, dear Princess?" He was teasing her again.
"Yes," she said shakily, trembling uncontrollably from how much she released. "I can't stop shaking."
Ardyn gave her a little coo before wrapping her in a strong embrace. "It's alright, Elizabeth," he cooed, stroking her mussed hair. "That's normal. I just made this the best night of your life."
Beth didn't want to hear his stupid comments right now. "Just shut the fuck up, Ardyn," she groaned, sitting up. She whined when her head spun. Damn that man for making her hurt!
When he let her go, she began collecting her clothes to get dressed again, but her panties were missing. Unbeknownst to her, he put her panties in his pocket. He wanted to keep a little souvenir from their night. He gave her his scarf to wipe herself with and she gave it back to him as soon as her inner legs were clean. She zipped up her dress and straightened her hair, fixing it from the passionate sex. She didn't see any dirt on herself or the dress so she felt it was safe to go.
"What do we tell everyone when we get back?" she hissed as they walked back to the castle. "I'm a horrible liar."
Ardyn smirked at her. "You seem to underestimate my ability to tell a lie, my dear," he said, making her stir uncomfortably. "We can tell them you took me to see the gardens."
Beth nodded, thinking that sounded believable enough. The only thing she wondered was if her father would believe that.
…
As soon as they arrived, everyone pelted the princess with questions on where she and Ardyn went. Beth stammered and tried to not make a fool out of herself.
"She took me to see the gardens," replied Ardyn amiably, smiling at her. "She was rather anxious to let me see how well everything was growing. I rather like the roses. Ravus, I must say your fiancée is charming."
Beth wanted to slap Ardyn for his comment. She didn't want her fiancé to find out that she had a tryst with the Chancellor of Niflheim. She knew he wouldn't mind that she had sex with someone but he would never want that someone to be Ardyn.
"Indeed, she is," said Ravus coolly, approaching the couple. "Darling." He offered his arm to the shaken Beth, who took it without hesitation. "Did you enjoy your walk with the Chancellor?"
"Of course, dearest," replied Beth, giving Ravus a thin smile. "He seems to know a lot about plants."
Despite not loving Ravus, Beth felt extremely guilty. She knew the sex with Ardyn was good but she felt unfaithful to her fiancé. She felt like a total whore for sleeping with man other than her fiancé. Ravus was supposed to be her first, not Ardyn. Still, the sex was amazing. It made her head whirl. Even though Ardyn was a total pain in the ass, she enjoyed her night. She would worry about making apologies later. When she looked back at Ardyn, he gave her a sweeping bow and a knowing smile. She managed to smile back at him, knowing they would never do that again.
It was time to get back to the real world now. She would marry Ravus and have his children to continue the Nox Fleuret bloodline. She would do her best to keep her lust in check if she ever came across Ardyn again. Just because she enjoyed his company didn't mean that she was in love with him, right? No, she would do her duty, just like she was requested to do. That was the life of a princess, anyway.
A/N: Uh-oh, she's having mixed thoughts. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. I might make a continuation of Ravus and Beth having their wedding night consummation and/or Ardyn and Beth having a moment of weakness. God, I feel so dirty for writing this. Please enjoy it anyways.