Yeah at this point you should know that it will continue to be non-consensual.
Chapter 3
Cross stared at the wall. He had been given a clock to be able to keep track of the time. He honestly hadn't thought he would be given one when he requested it, but the earl had easily agreed to it. Now it was the only thing that kept him sane. Two days after the earl had fed him, since he last had been forced to do something sexual, he'd fallen ill. Three days after that and he was still sick. He was having a high fever, no appetite and he had no energy at all. His body felt heavy and all he could really do was to lay in bed. The earl had been inside a couple of times. For some reason he seemed to be pleased with his condition. The redhead wasn't really surprised. The earl really was a sadist after all. At least the other hadn't touched him against his will while in this state.
He curled into a small ball and closed his eyes. At least he was properly dressed. A loose fitting shirt and comfortable pants. He was barefoot, but since he was stuck in bed he didn't really mind. He thought about sleeping for a little to help fight the fever. He had just decided to do so when the door opened. He didn't even bother looking to see who it was. He already knew. The man walked over with the tray in his hands, putting out down on the bedside table. Cross felt the bed shift as the man sat down beside him. A hand found the way into his hair. The redhead frowned lightly and lifted his hand to slap it away, but even a small thing like that was too much and his hand fell back onto the bed. He heard the earl chuckle behind him.
"Too weak to even try to hit me? My my. Look how pathetic you are, Marian." The man chuckled. The hand in his hair trailed his spine downwards and continue down to firmly grasp his ass.
"Don't forget that I'm in full control here. I can punish you whenever I want. I'm just choosing to be nice right now."
"Don't touch me…"Cross replied weakly and shied away from the man's hand. Adam laughed again.
The noah grabbed Cross and forced him to roll over onto his back.
"I came here to feed you and make sure you stay hydrated. You can't die yet little pet, but maybe it's ready?" He grabbed the shirt and pulled it up far enough to reveal Cross' chest.
"Hey what are you-?" Cross began, but was interrupted by fabric getting into his mouth.
"It'd ready. Sorry love, but you'll have to eat after this. I'll make sure to be quick." The earl pulled the redhead's pants and undergarments down, dropping them to the floor. Cross protested and tried to push him away, but he was too weak to do anything. Adam unzipped his own pants, pulled out his dick and easily spread Cross' legs apart.
"N-no… stop…" The redhead tried to kick the other, but his foot was caught and his legs were spread wider apart.
"Don't worry. Once we're done here and you've gotten some rest you won't be sick anymore. It's a necessary part. You'll understand later." And with those words the earl forced his dick through Cross' opening without any consideration at all. Cross gasped in pain. The uncomfortable heat in his chest from the first time he found himself in this situation came back. He put a hand over the burning sensation and found that his chest really was warm even through the shirt. What was this? He tried to focus his thoughts. All while Adam relentlessly was pounding into him. A small whimper left the redhead's lips. It hurt like hell. He didn't like it. He wanted it to stop.
Just as he finished that thought the heat in his chest felt like it exploded. He gasped in shock. Suddenly his whole body was feeling warm. Especially his nether regions and where the earl's hands were touching his naked skin. The pain was as good as gone. It was still there, but for some reason he didn't think of it as pain anymore. The whole thing was starting to feel good. Unbelievably good even. Without even thinking he began to thrust back towards Adam, wanting more of that sensation. He had no idea of what was happening anymore. He just knew he needed more. The earl let out a pleased noise and stopped moving. He pulled the feverish redhead up so that the other was straddling him and looked into his face.
"Move. You want more of my dick, don't you?" He purred and pressed a kiss to the other's neck. Cross let out a low moan. He wanted to hit the other, but his body moved on his own. He lifted his body off of the other just to slam himself back down. He began riding him. In the back of his mind he felt shame, but he couldn't control his body. It was moving as if possessed. Adam wasn't even doing anything anymore. He was the one who kept this relentless pace. How he did it with a fever this high he had no idea, but he kept going, loving how the other's cock was stroking his insides and how it would hit is prostate every time he slammed himself back down. By now he was moaning like a little bitch. Adam was enjoying this. He could tell. His face looked so pleased.
"You're so eager, Marian. Do you like my cock that much? Do you want me to cum inside you?" He purred. Cross couldn't answer. He didn't want to answer anyways. This was humiliating. He felt Adam's hands on his hips and suddenly the noah joined in the thrusting. He was feeling so good he was starting to see white. He could hear Adam laugh, but didn't really register it. A few more thrusts and he practically exploded. Cum splattered onto both himself and Adam. Yet neither of them slowed down. Not until Adam pushed the redhead down onto his cock, holding him still while he unloaded into him. Cross let out a pleasured scream as he felt his insides being filled. That was the last thing he felt. As soon as his orgasm was over, Cross fainted.
His eyes fluttered open and the first thing he noticed was the clock's ticking. With a groan he rolled over to take a look at it. Twelve. If it was in the middle of the night or the day he had no idea. He was feeling a lot better though. Looking down at himself he noticed he was naked, but he seemed to have been cleaned. He smelled fresh. His sheets had also been changed. He frowned lightly. What exactly had happened? He tried to remember and when he did he wished he could forget again. Had he actually… willingly ridden him? Had he really made all those sounds? Been so eager? No way. He got out of bed. His ass was a bit sore, but it didn't actually feel too bad. He made his way over to the closet to grab some clothes. As he opened the door he glanced towards the mirror on the inside. What he saw made him stop moving. There was a blood red mark on his chest. It was way too detailed. He couldn't really tell what it was supposed to be either, but it was clearly imprinted with magic. It had a sort of strange glow.
"No no no. What is this? What did he do?" He mumbled to himself in panic. He tried to dispel the magic within the mark, but it didn't work. Maybe this was what had made him do all that stuff before? It did only happen after that warm feeling in his chest exploded.
"Fuck." He grabbed some clean clothes and put them on. He needed this removed and as soon as possible. He couldn't have this magic mark on his body. He was going to make Adam remove it.