A/N: WARNING: oh joy MORE sex!
Morning had come. The warm light came through the red clouds over the sea, rising over the depths of the ocean.
Virginia rose up from the bed and rubbed her eyes. She felt rested and peaceful...until she felt her insides.
Looking around, she saw she was in a red bedroom, ornamented and beautiful. The fire was out, the sheets were warm and she…was naked.
What? She asked and looked down, wondering why her nether regions felt sore, her body felt someone had chewed on it and where she was.
And then she remembered.
Alexander was supervising the Decay, making sure that the food they were carrying up the stairs to her was cooked and proper. He heard his lady scream, and his nostrils caught the scent of tears as he neared her door.
My rose has awoken…
He entered, seeing his lady under the covers sobbing again. The Decay servant bowed and set breakfast down on the table, as Alexander brought out a fine dress for her.
"Good morning my queen-to-be." He quietly said. Not to scare her, he reluctantly took his mask off and bent down to her trembling form. He heard her whimper.
"Go away…" Virginia sobbed.
"It would not do well for the people to see you cry. After all, they would wish to see the new queen strong and dignified before they died."
"Then don't kill them!" She pushed the blanket off and turned to face him. She was now looking angry and frustrated.
"Settle down…" He cooed and gently reached out to her. His rose sobbed and weakly let him crawl unto the bed and hold her. With no strength and will power to fight he cradled her as she stopped crying.
But she was feeling sad and frightened for a different reason. It was him she was afraid of, for he loved her and wanted to do things, many things with her. He wanted to pamper and caress her, make love to her all night long, to be in an endless rapture with her…
She did not want that.
Alexander, holding her, and near her warm naked body…he was already going crazy. He was only separated from her for a few hours. The mere thought of leaving her side again, after so many years of separation made him feel depressed and angsty at the thought. Lust was trying to wrest control of him again.
The rose settled down and was feeling warm again. The part of her that had long wanted him near and by her side was begging for his lips and body. The other wanted to hate him.
Both were losing control. Alexander gently kissed her, and then kissed harder and harder. His hands traveled her body, groping along while she squirmed. Dignity and honor had left him as he growled and mounted her.
She didn't know what to think. He was mostly clothed, with decent pants and a shirt and jacket but it wasn't stopping him at all. He wasn't acting like a gentleman, even a ruthless one, and instead as the monster in her childhood nightmares. His teeth sharpened, he had long claws and his hands once again were boney.
Alexander didn't even think. He wasn't. He couldn't.
"Alexander…" She cried as he pulled his pants down. Around here was the Darkness, in the room, standing around the bed!
Why? What are they doing here? I'm already pregnant! She thought.
Alexander was no more at the moment, his eyes red and wide like an infernal beast. He was The Red Death again.
As the beast thrusted into her again his rose gasped and squirmed some more. The demons leaned and keened over her, watching, their whispers encouraging him in the devil's tongue.
"Why? WHY?!" She cried as he thrusted brutally. The Red Death snarled and bit down on her breast. A scream erupted from her throat, one of the darkness leaning over and hissing.
He is ours…our tool…our pleasure…They hissed. Shock was more painful to her than his thrusts inside and his gnawing teeth upon her bosom.
"He's under your control! You can't do this!" Virginia gasped and struggled. The thought that they were controlling him…and then making him alive so that they…could destroy everything…and feel what he was feeling right now!
"NO!" She screamed and started hitting Alexander!
I've got to stop them! Her mind screamed in fury.
The Red Death growled and looked at her, his eyes hideous with pleasure and gluttony.
"Stop it wench!" His voice was deeper, his claws digging into her sides.
Taken aback, she was only used to him calling her dear, darling, his love, his little rose…not a wench!
Biting her lips she smacked him again.
The Darkness at once hissed and seethed! They swarmed around; two with black hands grasped her arms and pinned them down. They watched from their dark hoods as she struggled and bucked, screaming and sobbing as The Red Death was possessed…and thrusting again…
Pain. Pain and more pain, realization and abusement. Rape. Horror. Disgust and terror.
That was what she felt. Their hands held her down. She felt sickened instead of ecstasy.
"No…no…no…" The beaten rose wailed as the head Darkness clasped her head, holding her shaking head as it breathed above her.
You keep him alive. You make sure he lives, and so do we through him. Make him happy…and we will be happy… The dark being hissed. She stared at invisible eyes as she suffered.
All her life she suffered indignity, the threat of The Red Death's lust, the constant world of the monarchy she was subjected to and helpless to flee and make a difference…
This was the paradise she had secretly wanted? No, this definitely was not. She did not expect this ages old conspiracy to be here, for Prince Alexander Prospero to have succumbed to the desert wind and become a tool of rage…possessed by these demons that promised him eternal life through slavery and revenge.
"Vengeance…vengeance…" The Red Death grunted as he moved deeper into her body. There was nothing that could dissuade him from completing the purpose he wanted…and was compelled to by the unseen forces of darkness. He did not know that his lust was harnessed by the commands of the ones who gave him this life, this chance to live and exact his human need for revenge. And he was gifted with a fated beautiful woman, to rule and live in luxury and have children of his own…as long as he cleaned the world of the evil, or the people that still believed and were in the old ways. For it was them that were corrupt and beyond help.
"Our children…will be raised to perfection…" The demon rapist hissed. She moaned her response and stopped her useless struggles. The Darkness held her strong, feeling inner pleasure, experiencing what their slave was experiencing. They did so quietly last night, but now that they did they were addicted to the pleasure. The feeling of pain and suffering and the dark desire for it in her mind…the feeling of a squirming, sobbing body weakly accepting The Red Death entering her. The feel of mortal needs from the body of their host.
And Alexander didn't even know it.
His rose started to bleed as the beast brutally plunged. Her body shook and tensed and belted out more forced moans and gasping breaths. She was not getting used to this. Every single thrust created the same and intense feeling of pain, the rush of pleasure that made her utter squeals and cries into the black hands…that caressed her arms and breasts, that rubbed her temples and fed off her suffering.
The demon god groaned and snarled, spilling his seed inside. The Darkness sighed with him…and growled, for their victim had not even climaxed!
With the strength of mind, their mind slave twitched and growled, inducing the senses and the demons making him kiss her. Squealing into his mouth she tried biting the tongue, trying to wake him up but the Darkness above her slapped her.
Stupedified, it let The Red Death grasp her breast and plunge his hands inside her, expertly pressing against her bead. The shock from getting hit made her easier to fell into rapture.
Gulping breaths and wailing moans, no sense of time was known to her for what had seemed like ages…only six seconds.
Her eyes opened, groggily, moaning, breathless, wet and raped in the bed with The Red Death lounging besides her and calming down. He still throbbed and was…confused. He had fallen limp with a grunt and groan, sweaty in his clothes, and the Darkness's control had left him along with their presence.
Virginia was now tried again.
"Ugh…" Alexander groaned and rubbed his forehead. Sitting up on his elbows and shaking his head, he soon realized his pants were undone and his manhood out, not to mention his darling looked like she just had rough sex and was recovering from orgasm. The breakfast by now was cold.
He was very, very confused.
To his dismay a gathering of Decay were in the room peering in with their black eyes and panting.
"GET OUT! BEASTS!" Their master roared. The aroused creatures fled with a flurry of feathers and loud cackling. Now he was alone to remember how he went from comforting his sobbing lady to finding himself with his pants pulled down.
He remembered then. He didn't remember the demons inside his head or them directing him to do it but now he remembered. The dark shapes around him he recalled were probably the Decay watching him rape her…or were they?
"My lady?" He panted. She looked much worse…
"They made you do this, you know that?" Virginia said breathlessly.
"I'm…sure I…I…" Alexander stumbled. He did not even know what she was talking about! "Whatever it is, you must eat, get dressed…today is the coronation."
Sighing, she sniffled and sat up, getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom as Alexander pulled up his mysterious lowered pants.
"Virginia?" He said to her.
His naked beauty turned to him and looked at him with beaten, sad eyes.
"I'm…sorry, my love." He confessed.
She turned back and sighed, and walked into the bathroom to freshen up.
As soon as she was gone he held his head in his hands.
"Ye Gods…at what price does my avatar and seal are blood?" The prince lamented. "I get what I want…I'm close to the end of the revenge…and I will never be loved and satisfied if I keep becoming…something else…and hurting her…"
A/N: Ze plot thickens! Mwahaahaa!
Shoys.