Clary woke to the dark confines of a dungeon cell, the dank smell of darkness and decay immediately invading her senses.
She wondered why she had awoken, but then a clanking noise echoed once more.
Through the grates she could see an Endarkened warrior unlocking her cell door.
She backed up as far as she could as the man neared her, but he hauled her up anyhow.
He marched her out of the cell, and up an endless series of steps and archways.
Clary eyed her surroundings as she was manhandled, taking in the castle in Edom that was to be her prison.
"Forever," Sebastian had told her, his fingers holding her chin in a tight grip.
"You'll stay here with me forever."
Clary shuddered as she thought of his words, pushing them away just as the guard at her back pushed her through a last doorway and into the throne room.
She hadn't noticed that the conditions had gradually become more and more opulent, too caught up in her dark thoughts.
The Endarkened stopped at a door, pushing her inside.
Female slaves stood there, cowering, as they entered.
"You know what you're supposed to do," the guard growled at them, before Clary was shoved into their arms.
He left the room, but Clary knew he wouldn't be far, was probably right outside the door.
The girls didn't speak no matter how much Clary tried, only did their jobs.
She was stripped of her ratty jeans and t-shirt, and of her undergarments.
Clary crossed her arms over her chest, feeling exposed, but the girls only led her to a steaming bath, fragrant with the scent of flowers.
They scrubbed and shaved her, leaving her nether regions alone when Clary fought them tooth and nail.
After drying her off, they dressed her in a gauzy black gown, the material sheer, showing everything. A slit on her legs bared her creamy thighs every time she took a step.
Clary was then thrust back into the hands of the guard and marched to the throne room.
She had to force herself not to gaze around at the beauty of the place as they entered.
It was a gigantic room, and, far above, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Machiavellian-esque paintings of blood and violence and carnal acts, naked bodies writhing in equal parts pain and pleasure.
The floor was the darkest onyx, and a long, plush red carpet led the way to where two thrones sat, glittering under the lights.
One of them was occupied, the throne of the King, by none other than her brother, and obsidian crown nestled in his silky white hair.
He nodded to the guard for him to leave, eyes flickering to his little sister with interest.
Clary didn't squirm as he obviously perused her body with his eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how uncomfortable he was.
When he spoke, his voice and eyes were dark with lust.
"You look delicious, Clarissa darling. Enjoying your stay?"
Clary could only glare at him, too consumed by anger to form words.
"Come now, Clarissa. Is that how you treat your more than hospitable host?"
Clary only disdainfully turned her face away from him, now refusing to answer him, refusing to give in to his goading.
"Dear mummy must not have taught you manners," he said, drumming his long fingers on the arm of the throne.
"No matter, we'll soon have you saying - begging - 'Please' and properly addressing me as 'Master'."
"I will never call you master," Clary hissed out, shaking in anger at the thought.
"Ah ah ah, Clarissa. Don't forget that your little friends are still under my protection in the dungeons. I would hate to accidentally find one of my Endarkened having fun with them."
Clary wanted to scream, but she bit her lip instead, drawing blood.
For Isabelle, for Alec, for Simon, she would obey.
"There, see. Already you're more agreeable."
He rose from his throne, prowling towards her with a predatory grace that had Clary's heart beating a frantic tempo.
Sebastian stopped right in front of her, his hand coming up to grip her jaw, forcing her head up to meet his black gaze.
"Are you hungry? I've had dinner prepared for us."
"No," Clary spat, trying to turn her face away, unsuccessfully.
With a sharp pull, Sebastian pulled her closer to him, his death-grip on her jaw bruising her porcelain skin.
Clary panted in fear, at the closeness of Sebastian.
"You will eat the delicacies that I have had prepared for you with appreciation, or your friends will get no food at all."
Clary whimpered, but nodded.
"Good girl. Come."
He released her jaw and walked towards an adjoining door, expecting her to follow.
She wished she could run up behind him and tackle him to the ground, but she knew that he had likely taken precautions.
If she hurt him, her friends died. Slowly, horribly.
Of that, she was sure.
So she followed him, entering a dining hall with a long mahogany table.
"Sit wherever you like," Sebastian offered, looking obviously at the chair next to where his plate was sat.
Clary picked the very opposite end of the long table, sitting down with a thump.
Sebastian only chuckled.
After her place was set, the food materialized, startling Clary so much that she jumped.
There was more food on the table that Clary could eat in her life, every dish imaginable there.
Looking closer, Clary blinked at the fact that the dishes were all her favorites.
Lo mein and pasta carbonera and strawberries drizzled with chocolate.
Clary swallowed, her throat thick as she realized that Sebastian knew much more about her than she had revealed.
How did he know all this?
Was he torturing her friends to gain this information?
The thought made her stomach clench uncomfortably.
Clary jumped as a glass of dark red wine was placed beside her plate, Sebastian's pale hand drifting over her bared shoulders as he walked back towards his seat.
Clary shuddered, and immediately grabbed the wine glass and completely drained it, needing the liquid courage to face Sebastian.
She simultaneously hoped that she would get so drunk she forgot about everything.
Sebastian watched her with dark eyes, his expression unreadable.
"Eat, Clarissa."
Clary met his eyes, before looking away.
She hesitantly dished food on her plate, watching as Sebastian took sips out of his own wine goblet, not touching the food.
She immediately stopped, glancing down at the bite of pasta she'd just eaten.
"Poison," she whispered, fearfully.
She would later wonder why she was so fearful of it being poisoned. She would've gladly descended into the arms of death.
"Oh, Clarissa. Why would I poison you, after everything I've done for you? Do you really think that little of me?"
Clary realized his logic was sound, but still avoided the candied apples.
Too many times watching Snow White, she guessed.
Halfway through her meal, Clary suddenly realized there was a steak knife next to her plate.
She tucked it into the napkin on her lap the next chance she got, when Sebastian's gaze was down on his plate, carefully taking bites of a rare steak.
Clary shuddered at the fact that there was more blood on the plate than actual steak.
Sebastian looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers, a smirk quirking on his lips.
Clary didn't like that look, but felt better, knowing she had a weapon.
"Are you finished?"
Clary nodded, sitting with her hands in her lap as Sebastian drank a little more wine, his elegant fingers dangling the goblet from his hand.
"Come here."
Clary froze, eyeing him with trepidation.
"Tick tock, Clary. I don't have all night."
Clary.
He'd called her Clary, not Clarissa
He only did that when he was in an extremely good mood.
He hadn't called her that since they had shared the flat with Jace.
With a galloping heart and sweaty palms, she buried the knife in the folds of her dress, her hand clamping around it and making it seem as if she was simply holding her gown up for her to walk.
She stood, legs trembling, and slowly walked toward him, his eyes watching each step with lazy, predatory interest.
She stopped a foot away from his chair.
"Closer, Clary."
Swallowing, Clary took a few stops closer until she stood right in front of his chair.
His gaze was hypnotic, like a cobra with a mouse, and held her in place.
Before she could blink, he had pushed all the food and plates to the floor, the cacophony making her jump.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her up on the table and slamming her down on top of it.
"Time for dessert," Sebastian growled.
Clary was so shocked, she loosed her hold on the knife, and Sebastian deftly plucked it from her hand, sending it skittering across the table.
"You won't be needing that, Clary. Not with what I'm planning to do to you."
Clary tensed, legs trying to clamp shut, tears pricking her eyes.
Her arms came up to fight Sebastian, but he easily grabbed them and made her stare into his eyes, holding her tightly.
"You don't want your friends to get a little visit, do you Clary?"
Clary let out a sob, but shook her head, her golden red curls splashed across the table.
"That's what I thought. Besides, I think you'll enjoy dessert."
Sebastian's cunning smile made Clary sob more.
Sebastian released her arms, and they fell to the table with a thunk, utterly useless now thanks to Sebastian's threat.
Sebastian pulled her body closer to the edge of the table, his legs in between her thighs.
The gown splayed around her, baring her lower half to him easily, the gauzy folds falling on either side of her legs.
"I love this gown," Sebastian muttered, "You're so accessible."
Clary released another sob at that, turning her head to the side.
"Stop crying," Sebastian demanded, a tone of warning in his voice.
Clary immediately shut up, thinking of her friends, but the sobs still shook her silently.
Sebastian spread her milky legs apart with his knee, baring her pussy to his gaze.
She still had hair there, to his surprise, but, somehow, the golden curls there turned him on even more.
His cock was practically leaking in his trousers, hard as steel.
"You have such a beautiful pussy, little sister," he commented, spreading her pussy lips like a flower, baring her to his heated gaze.
Clary shuddered as his gaze eagerly took in the most intimate part of her, biting her lip to keep from sobbing again.
"Has anyone ever touched you here, Clary?" Sebastian asked, and Clary jumped as one of Sebastian's fingers trailed over the slit of her pussy.
Clary wanted to scream as heat and blood immediately rushed to her nether regions at the touch, her body betraying her.
"No," Clary whimpered out, twisting on the table top as Sebastian continued to barely stroke her pussy lips.
"You saved yourself for me, little sister," he said, laughing darkly as he felt the telltale slickness between Clary's legs.
"No-" Clary started, but gasped as Sebastian pressed down harder, spreading the wetness that gathered between her legs around her pussy.
"So wet already, Clarissa."
Clary squeezed her eyes shut, her screaming mind at odd with her body's sensations.
But her eyes popped back open in shock as Sebastian rubbed at her clit, making her gasp at the sparks she felt ignite.
Sebastian leaned over her, an infernal smirk on his face as he made her his slave.
His left hand freed her breasts from the gauzy material of her dress, leaning down his head to lick a line up between her breasts.
His attention turned to her left breast, licking and tugging the nipple with his teeth, making a breathy sigh escape Clary, which she immediately clamped down on.
Sebastian turned his attention to the other nipple, paying it homage as well as Clary began to shake from his fingers on her clit.
"No-" Clary hissed, trying to pull away from Sebastian.
He only pulled her closer, the movement causing his finger to press down hard on Clary's clit.
She came with a half-scream, her body shaking and spasming and stars exploding behind her eyes.
Sebastian slipped a finger into Clary so suddenly that she whined.
Sebastian crashed his lips to hers above her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with his finger.
He added another easily, Clary's cunt slick enough now that she took it easily.
Clary tried to pull her head away from Sebastian's mouth, but she was pinned beneath his body.
"You're dripping for me, Clary," he breathed into her ear, making her shiver as he bit down slightly.
"I don't want this," Clary spat, some of her fire coming back to her for a moment.
"Oh, but I do, little sister. And a King always gets what he wants."
Clary shook her head, eyes squeezed shut against how good his fingers were making her feel.
"Time for dessert," Sebastian breathed, his tone becoming dark.
Clary watched as Sebastian kneeled, pulling her center closer to his face, throwing her shaking legs over his shoulders.
Clary flushed as his gaze settled on her dripping cunt, glistening with her juices.
Sebastian's cock twitched at the smell of her arousal, inhaling deeply before burying his nose and mouth into her already sopping cunt.
Clary bowed off the table, hips bucking as his nose brushed her clit, his teeth every so often nipping at it and making her buck up once more.
Sebastian's eyes were amused at her innocent, inexperienced body yielding to his dark ministrations so easily.
He would have so much fun with her.
He once more bit at her clit, and a ragged moan was torn from Clary's pink lips, making Sebastian smirk darkly.
His hands crept down, his thumb beginning to furiously massage her clit as his tongue plunged in and out of her wet cunt.
She tasted delicious, and his tongue swirled in and out of her at a steady pace, tasting her, drinking her in.
Clary felt a creeping build, her legs and lower abdominal muscles trembling and clenching.
"Sebastian, stop-"
But Sebastian knew what she was really saying.
Sebastian more.
He obliged her.
Clary orgasmed with a series of gasps, her entire body flushed and shivering and bathed in an orgasmic glow.
She lay, panting and spent, on the table top, her legs trembling and still open.
Sebastian stood, and when Clary looked at him, there was a silvery sheen to his lips and chin.
Her juices covered his face.
"That wasn't so bad was it, little sister?"
Clary turned her own face away, finding the fact that she found pleasure in the infernal act more infuriating than anything.
Her eyes focused on the steak knife, so so close to her.
If she could only shift...
Clary fought his grip, arms straining, as he pulled her close to him.
Sebastian tsked, pinning her arms down above her head on the table.
"Still fighting me, Clary? I know you enjoyed that, don't lie to me."
Clary glared up at him, distracting him as she met his obsidian eyes.
Her hand grasped the handle of the knife.
"I'm going to have so much fun popping every one of your cherries, little sister."
Clary only smiled, and Sebastian blinked in surprise, not noticing her hand coming towards him until it was too late.
Clary stabbed him right above the heart, where the top buttons of his shirt exposed his muscled chest.
Sebastian roared, a sound that wasn't at all human, stumbling backwards.
Clary immediately sat up, scooting away from him, her legs practically buckling, still weak.
His eyes only held fury now, none of the lust from before in his gaze.
He wrapped a hand around the knife and pulled, the blade coming out drenched in black blood.
Clary watched in horror as the wound seemed to knit itself together, disappearing, unblemished skin present once more.
Sebastian hurled the knife across the room, and it embedded itself in the door they had come in earlier.
He stalked towards her, grabbing her roughly to him, easily dragging her no matter how much she struggled.
"I had so many plans for you, Clarissa. I was going to go nice and slow, to show you the peaks of pleasure. But now-"
He dragged her from the room, practically dragging her body behind him as he stomped down the hallways.
"Now, I'll take what I want."
He threw her into a room, the door locking ominously behind him by magic.
Clary backed up from his deranged gaze, her legs hitting a bed.
Faster than she knew it, Sebastian was on top of her, pinning her down.
Clary struggled, hit, slapped, bit, scratched, but, if anything, Sebastian only seemed to be more turned on.
His gaze was sickeningly dark with a depraved lust, hardening ever more as she struggled and screamed for help.
"The room is warded, Clarissa. No one will hear your beautiful screams. And besides, even if it wasn't, no one would come to help you."
He laughed as Clary's face morphed into one of hopelessness.
Kneeling over her, his knees on either side of her hips, he forced her arms into shackles on the bed.
Clary swore, bucking her hips up to try to get him off, but only served to rub her crotch against Sebastian's, his eyes darkening even further.
Clary kicked at him as he tried to clamp her legs down too, but he was too strong, clamping one leg and then the other in the cuffs.
She was spread-eagle on the bed, still clothed in the black gauzy dress.
Sebastian quickly remedied that, ripping it in half easily, the gauze fluttering to the ground softly.
"What a sight you are, Clarissa," Sebastian breathed, his eyes gleaming as he took her naked form in, spread and waiting to be fucked.
She was fuckbait and they both knew it.
"Sebastian, please, don't do this. It's wrong-it's so wrong-"
"Save your begging, Clary. And it's not wrong - it's so right."
Sebastian leaned in to her face, catching her jaw with his hand again, their eyes meeting.
"I had planned to tell you slowly, to introduce you to the idea, but you ruined that, Clarissa."
"What idea?" Clary hissed, fear clouding her voice.
Sebastian drew a steele, and Clary's eyes widened.
"With your angel blood, and my demon blood, our offspring will be the most powerful Shadowhunters to walk the Earth."
Clary began sobbing again, shaking her had back and forth.
"Don't cry, Clarissa. You'll make a beautiful mother to my children."
Clary only sobbed harder, straining against her bonds.
Sebastian watched the picture, her breasts heaving as she cried.
He set the steele to her hipbone, tracing a rune there that glittered crimson before fading.
"What is that? What did you write?" Clary gasped out, straining to look at what he drew.
"Oh, little sister, don't worry. It won't hurt you. It's only a rune to help me impregnate you."
Clary froze, her eyes meeting his.
Sebastian relished the fear and panic he found there.
"No, Sebastian, please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll do anything. Please," her voice broke on the last word, her eyes closing as tears dripped down her face.
"Too late, Clarissa. You had your chance and you stabbed me."
Clary began to sob once more as Sebastian stripped of his clothing.
Sebastian was huge, muscled everywhere.
His cock was nestled between his thighs, golden-white curls at the base.
It was huge, thick and long, and already beaded with precum.
Clary shook her head, not believing this was actually happening.
"Open up your pretty thighs for me, little sister."
Sebastian laughed, dark and sinister.
"Oh wait. You already have."
He smirked as he eyed her cunt, still sopping wet, glistening.
He climbed on top of her on the bed, and Clary started to hyperventilate at the sight of him, naked and hard above her.
"You'll enjoy this, Clary. I know you will - you little slut."
He wrenched her head back by her red curls, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Look at you, nothing more than a fuck toy for me to slip inside. I bet, with how wet you are right now, I could slide in in one thrust. Shall we test this theory?"
Clary screamed, even though she knew no one was coming.
"Yes, scream, little sister. I want to hear you scream when I'm pounding into your pretty little cunt."
He neared her thighs once more, and Clary trembled, knowing that it was useless.
Maybe if she just stayed quiet and didn't show any response then he would grow bored of her.
Clary clamped her mouth shut at the though, as Sebastian lifted her hips to position his cock just outside her entrance.
He circled her entrance, his cock grazing her clit and making her jump.
He did this for a while, and found pleasure in the fact that Clary's pussy began to drip glistening strings of her fluid onto the bed, darkening it beneath her.
"No matter what you say, Clarissa, I can tell you like this."
Clary ignored him, just as she tried to ignore the feeling of his cock teasing her entrance.
Suddenly, Clary gasped in pain as Sebastian began to push into her.
The mushroom head of his cock pushed slowly inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.
He was so big, he couldn't possibly fit inside her tight channel, Clary thought, biting her lip at the pain.
Sebastian grinned as he felt her hymen and pushed past it.
Clary tensed in pain, a sharp cry escaping her lips at the burning.
He pulled back out, smearing her virginal blood all over his dick, painting it red.
He slammed to the hilt into her pussy, making her scream out in pain.
Sebastian laughed, holding her hips in a bruising grip as he slammed in and out of her, the sound of his balls smacking her skin echoing in the room.
With each slam, the pain Clary felt became less and less, and she started to feel the pleasure in the pit of her stomach that made her want to throw up.
How could she be liking this?
He laughed even more as he heard the wet squelching coming from her cunt, and Clary's cheeks flamed in embarrassment.
"You're such a fucking slut. You were made to take cock, Clarissa. That's why our father created you - to be the perfect little fuck doll for me."
Clary wondered if it was true, if that's why Sebastian's cock felt like it fit so perfectly inside her pussy.
She realized that she was rocking her hips to meet his now, wanting his cock deeper, harder, faster.
"And now, you'll carry the new race of Shadowhunters."
Clary only moaned, the feeling of him inside her too much for her.
"I'll keep you here forever. Fucking you whenever, however, I want. Filling you with my seed again and again. I know you'll be fertile. And you'll birth all my children, only to have me fill you again."
He drove into her mercilessly, his cock gorging as it slid in and out of her slick, warm cavern.
"I know you'd like that, little sister. Me pounding your sweet little pussy into oblivion every day, every hour, for the rest of your life."
Clary moaned in response again, clawing at his back above her as he hit that spot.
He lifted her hips even higher, and slammed into her, repeating hitting her G-spot, making Clary scream out in pleasure each time.
He reached between them to furiously stroke her clit, making her pant and moan and shiver beneath him, her eyes fluttering.
With a demonic roar, he slammed his dick to the hilt in her, depositing a heaping load of his cum inside her pussy.
She came right after he did, her muscles milking his dick for all it was worth, taking his cum deep into her womb.
He didn't pull his dick out of her, instead lazily thrusting again and again into her.
"I want to make sure that my cum is taking root inside of you, though I know the rune will do most of the work for me."
Clary only moaned, her pussy so sensitive from her orgasm.
He did something with the chains and flipped her over, baring her sweet, supple ass to his gaze.
Clarissa immediately stiffened at the feel of his slick cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
"All of your holes are mine, Clarissa. You are only here to please me, to take my cock and let me destroy that beautiful pussy or this scrumptious ass."
With that, he reached between her thighs, his fingers slipping over her folds as he spread the juices and semen that leaked from her still shuddering cunt.
"I don't think I've seen a more beautiful sight, little sister. My seed dripping from your well-used pussy."
He found himself even harder at the sight.
He rubbed his dick against her soaking pussy lips, making Clary groan at the friction.
After lubricating himself, Sebastian pushed into her rosy little asshole making Clary whine and pant at the intrusion.
"That's right, little sister. Take my cock."
He slammed into her forcefully, causing Clary to sob at the sensation.
She had never felt so full in her life, stretched as she was.
"You're mine, Clarissa. You, your womb, your ass, and that delicious pussy of yours. All mine."
9 months later*
Clary had just put the twins down for their nap, when Sebastian cornered her in the bedroom, and, after tracing the rune on her, slammed her into the wall and began to fuck her mercilessly.
As his seed emptied into her, she could feel it taking root.
Another fuck, another child.