A/N: TW: dub con, blood, painful sex, body modifications (kind of), loss of virginity (kind of)
Valtor wants Griffin to be only his and give him her virginity as she bends to his will even though she has different plans. Can she win that battle when the cards are all in his favor and he can violate her in unimaginable ways with help from his magic?
"Shh," his breath invaded her lungs, his lips almost touching hers to steal another kiss from her open mouth. "You need to be quiet," he said and clamped his palm over her mouth to keep any other sounds from falling out. Just to torture her with his own whims. She could scream all she wanted and no one would hear but he loved getting her to bend to his will. Even more than he loved the sounds he forced out of her bitten lips. He knew well she'd draw every last drop of her own blood before letting him win.
The sight of his face so close to hers hurt so she closed her eyes, tears spilling from them as she tried to ignore the weight of his body on top of hers but that wouldn't go away just because she wasn't looking and she didn't know which part of the situation to hate the most – him or herself for being in his hands and letting him get anything other than disdain from her. Even her suffering was too sacred to allow him to have it, and yet, it was all spilling out in the open where she couldn't protect it from him. Strangled whimpers made their way past his fingers while he kept thrusting in her, every movement sending a surge of pain through her body and setting her nerves on fire, frying her brain with agony.
"Just give in and it will be over soon," he soothed in a hushed voice as if he gave a damn about her emotions. If he did, he wouldn't be forcing all of that on her vulnerable being, but instead, he was exploiting her weakness. His lips latched on to her throat as he kept tormenting her. He wanted to suck all the life out of her. Taking her virginity wasn't enough. He wanted her blood, too. He wanted the beating of her heart as if he wasn't taking everything already, and if it had been anyone else, she would've given it. It was what had gotten her pinned under him. But she'd sworn not to give him anything, and she'd already broken her oath with all the pain falling out of her and into his awaiting mouth.
He stilled and her eyes shot open as he came inside her but at least he couldn't take in her agony when he wasn't looking. The groan that came from his mouth assaulted her ears with the pleasure woven in it. He was enjoying himself, basking in his afterglow as she bled out underneath him.
She was actually bleeding. She could feel blood seeping out of her along with his seed as he pulled out but it didn't matter because he wouldn't let her die. Her life belonged to him now and she was his property. And as such she didn't get to decide. But maybe it was better that way since it had been her who'd made his bed for her to lay in.
He propped himself up on his arms, partially relieving her from the burden of his skin on hers and his body pressed into her and pinning her to the ground–he hadn't even gotten her to the bed in his haste to defile her–but it didn't matter when the traces of his vileness were all inside her body and brain, stuck there as memories of sensations he didn't have the right to make her feel and cutting her in pieces, more blood seeping out of her invisible wounds and forcing her to hold back her pain because she wouldn't give it to him. She had no right to. Even when it was impossible to keep it to herself.
"That was incredible," he spoke and she could only turn her head to the side and swallow her screams. She wouldn't provide him with any more pleasure. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking for him, even when everything inside her was clawing at her will and begging to be allowed to fall apart. "I can only imagine what it would be like if you would participate and enjoy yourself." He could only imagine because she would never fall that low. She would turn to dust under his shoes before laying herself at his feet. "After all, this was your choice."
She had agreed to give him her body. But she would never give him her desire, her want, her arousal. Never. No matter how much he hurt her in his attempts at driving her over the edge. Because that was her choice. And she made it clear as she jolted away from the finger that tried to stroke her cheek. He didn't even deserve to feel her tears.
"Until you change your mind, I'll just keep enjoying the purity of your body as you suffer the consequences," he said, summoning his magic to undo the damage he'd done to her, to heal the wounds on her flesh and fix his property for following use. And he didn't miss the opportunity to drag his hands all over her skin, touching like she was all his, leaving himself all over her soul when he had no right to. She'd never agreed to give him that part of her being. How dare he? "Until then I will be your first again and again."
Her fingers dug into the carpet as she choked down a sob. They couldn't get past her lips anymore. It was far from her first time.