A/N: Hello all and welcome to chapter 5. Even though this doesn't get a lot of traffic this is still an enjoyable story to do for me. Mainly because I can write an evil protagonist again XD
Yes there is smut in this chapter. No, this story is not having an Elliot/Princess pairing. Fuck no.
Dark Desires
Summary: When Reaver is bored in the throne room waiting for the king, he and the princess, Annabel, have a talk about her one day taking the throne. He didn't expect to help her in a bloody coup.
*Lust*
Annabel hummed as she entered the castle library, pulling out a book that had caught her fancy some time ago. Unknown to even Reaver himself, she had managed to procure a copy of his very own autobiography, written over twenty years ago. It was rumoured that Reaver himself bought the entire first run of them to increase the demand and the price, making him all the richer. However, during the second run's publication, Reaver had decided to become a successful 'businessman' and personally saw that the books ceased being published lest it be used as blackmail against him.
However, thanks to her being able to pull strings in Brightwall, she was able to keep a single copy of the book, titled, Reaver on Reaver. If one thought about it in a suggestive manner, it wasn't a particularly pleasant image. Or it was one's fantasy come true. She wouldn't deny that the man was attractive, even though he was far older than either her or her brother. He had a certain boyish charm about him to go along with his dashing looks and yet he was surrounded by an aura of dangerousness.
The princess flicked through the pages until she found where she had left off and began to read quietly, enjoying being away from the fussing nobles and the tireless servants. Even though she had them at her beck and call, it was peaceful being able to spend a few brief moments away from them and think about what she had done in the last twenty four hours.
She had killed two people and gave the order to execute a third. Blood was on her hands. And yet she did not feel any sort of remorse for those she had murdered with her magic. True, if word got out that she had committed those crimes then lesser people would inevitably judge her for it. However she had no qualms about dirtying her hands to achieve her ambition. If some needed to die so she could seize the throne that was rightfully hers, then so be it.
'Those who stand in my way will die. Those who serve me will find themselves richly rewarded.' Her dark eyes flicked down to read the passage of the page and she was about to enjoy what appeared to be a firsthand account of a steamy orgy when she heard a knock on the door. 'Of course I have to be interrupted right when I get to a good part. Bloody hell.'
"Yes? Who is it?" she asked, closing the book and putting it on the shelf. The door opened and in came one of the soldiers she had ordered to dispose of Samuel. He dropped to one knee respectfully and she looked back at him. "Rise and report, lieutenant."
"Your majesty. Samuel's body has been disposed of," he said, rising back to his feet.
"Somewhere inconspicuous I hope?" she queried.
"Of course. The body was put to the flame and the ashes scattered amongst the city's lower quarters by the docks," he replied. "No one will be able to find any trace of his remains."
"Excellent work, soldier," she said with a dangerous purr. "You have performed your task to the letter." 'Just as I expected you would. You would have to be a fool to try and oppose me. You know firsthand just what I'm capable of.'
He placed his gauntleted hand over the steel plate armour that covered his chest. "I am sworn to serve the rightful ruler of Albion, your grace. What are your next orders?"
The princess pursed her lips. She could not think of anything right now that needed to be dealt with immediately. The Ferret gang down in Bowerstone Industrial would be dealt with in time; she could afford to wait a little while longer. "Nothing. You are free to leave."
He saluted and left the princess alone, though her desire to read more about Reaver had been tarnished. Once she was taken out of the mindset by an outside presence, she found it very hard to continue what she was doing prior. 'Damn. And to think I would be able to enjoy these last few hours of day with a nice book to read.'
Her magic coursed through her veins, longing to be unleashed and destroy whatever it touched. As tempting as it was to go out of her way to find someone who had wronged her and make an example out of them, doing so would cause more problems than solutions. Her brother would be even more suspicious if he heard about his beloved younger sister murdering someone with her Heroic powers. She didn't want to reveal to him her intentions just yet. She wanted to wait until the right moment, make him even more paranoid, and then strike.
If everything went to plan, then she'd have the throne before Logan was even aware of the dagger in his back. Then she could rule Albion as she saw fit and bend the world to her will and hers alone.
She left the library behind, no longer feeling the desire to read. It was nice to hear that the soldiers in the castle walls would listen to only her orders after she made an example of one earlier. The nobles were soon to follow, the posh twits they were. She knew Reaver would not be able to keep his mouth closed about what happened earlier in the throne room today; in fact, she was counting on it. The nobles would start to think that maybe the king was indeed unfit to rule and that she should take his place.
'Everything is going exactly as I planned. I have a lot to thank you for, Reaver. Without you giving me advice none of this would be possible.' Annabel smiled cruelly and walked along the castle balcony leading to the royal gardens. She could see a soot covered chicken being shot at by one of the cooks and it let out a pained squawk as a bullet struck its wing. It crashed to the ground in a heap of black feathers and one more shot from the cook's rifle put it out of its misery.
'I do hope he's not planning to add that filthy creature as part of dinner.' Her lip curled in disgust. 'It would be such a pity for me to plan out my coup so perfectly only to have it ruined by a single illness.'
As the cook dragged it away, a devious plan formed in her head. 'However...if the king were to suddenly fall ill, he'd put me in charge to take his place while he recovered. This couldn't have been a more perfect turn of events.'
Annabel had to bite back a laugh. A few short days ago she would have balked at the idea of poisoning her own flesh and blood. But now, she no longer saw Logan as her brother. He was an obstacle and like any other obstacle, she would remove it from her path. 'Funny how quickly things can change based on a shift in perspective.'
She approached the cook before he could retreat into the kitchens, stopping him in his tracks with a clear of her throat. He turned around and stuffed the dead bird he was dragging behind his back, bowing his head respectfully. "Ah, your majesty. How may I accommodate you today?"
"I was going to ask what you were going to do with that chicken," she replied smoothly. "Are you planning on using it for anything?"
"This?" He held up the chicken that he killed. "No. I was just going to toss it outside for the crows to scavenge on. Why?"
"Because the king is stressed out and could really use a leisurely meal," she answered. "I'm sure a cook of your status would have no trouble in turning it into a feast made for a king?"
"Oh, of course not! I am the royal chef for a reason," he boasted, puffing his chest out with pride. "I can whip even this bird into a fine meal for his majesty! It should only take me about an hour or so."
"Thank you." She smiled coyly. "See to it that it is pleasing to his palate." 'He's no fool. He knows that even he couldn't prepare that properly to cleanse it of any diseases it might have had. But he also knows from earlier on that I will execute any who disobey me. He's not stupid enough to try and cross me.'
Annabel left the kitchens behind, walking out into the gardens once more. The sun had begun to sink on the horizon and the temperature was beginning to drop. A little brisk, but still comfortable to her. Unlike her brother, who had a loathing of cold places, she found sanctuary in cooler weather. It let her have a clear mind and helped banish any demons she had lurking in her head.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the many different breeds of flowers planted. It smelled wonderful. However, the peaceful moment was ruined by the sound of someone calling her name. "Annabel!"
The princess turned around and bit back a frustrated snarl when she saw a young noble boy approaching her. His orange hair was perfectly trimmed and his green eyes sparkled. Elliot. The boy who had more than a fascination with her. He followed her everywhere from the time they were both children, always padding behind her like an obedient little dog.
She used to enjoy his company. It took her mind off of her duties in the court. But now? Now he was just a nuisance. Still, loyalty like his was hard to come by. He'd never try and betray her, which made him a useful pawn in her scheme. But that's all he ever would be to her. Even if he fell to his knees and professed his love to her, it wouldn't be returned. He was a tool.
"Elliot." She greeted him with as much fake enthusiasm as she could muster. "How nice to see you again."
"Please, there is no reason to be so formal." He smiled, unaware of her inner seething. "I haven't had a moment to be with you today. Would you care to let me into your quarters?"
Hmm, perhaps he had more uses than just his loyalty. He would be excellent stress relief. Contrary to what her brother thought she was not a virgin; she had a few brief experiences of indulging in the sin of flesh. A coy smile worked its way onto her face and she leaned in to give him a brief but chaste kiss. "I think I would appreciate that a lot."
She lent him her hand, the noble boy's eyes lighting up with joy. He was so easily swayed by the promise of sex. She'd entertain it for now.
She allowed him to escort her to her quarters, brushing past a few guards. They saluted when she passed them, one of them giving her a subtle nod. Good, the message was spreading fast throughout their ranks. No doubt they were talking in hushed whispers how the king seemed to be losing his grip on reality. Once the accusations about her being guilty of treason started spreading thanks to Reaver, everyone would all start looking at the facts. Annabel would continue to be the strong pillar she always was and Logan would look as though he was losing his sanity.
'Even you, Elliot. You'll start thinking the same thing like the rest of the helpless sheep and pledge your loyalty to me. But don't get too comfortable. You're a pawn in my scheme. And like any other tool, you'll be disposed of when the time is right.' She closed the door to her quarters behind her, locking it to prevent any intrusions from Jasper or someone else.
She pointed to the bed, her wet tongue slowly dragging over her lips. "Sit." Elliot obeyed like the good child he was and Annabel sauntered over to him, making sure he caught the gentle swaying of her hips. His gaze burned with hunger and he let out a soft groan of desire as she started to strip out of her clothing.
Her blouse came off first. She discarded it and tossed it onto the floor, revealing the dark red bra that covered her soft breasts. The princess was aware of him staring at her and she smirked, shimmying out of her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. It soon joined her blouse on the floor and she pushed him onto the bed.
Elliot let out a surprised gasp but he was quickly silenced with another chaste kiss. Annabel straddled him, letting her hands roam over his body. Unlike a soldier, he was a little too soft in certain areas. Not enough muscle for her preferred taste, but he would be more than adequate enough to satisfy her needs.
She tore off his jacket, hands gripping at his chest. Their lips remained firmly locked and Annabel could feel him starting to get aroused. Elliot let out a needy groan and she started grinding into his crotch, his manhood no doubt straining painfully against his pants.
"Annabel." He groaned out her name, his hands settling on her waist. Her lips left his and she started a slow trail of them down his jaw and neck. His erection throbbed longingly against her and Annabel let it spring free of its prison, unbuttoning his pants. She pushed it down around his ankles, his undershorts with them. Now fully nude she let his bare manhood rub against her covered crotch. He wasn't the biggest she had seen or been with, but she would still be satisfied with it.
She could feel herself moistening from rubbing against him and she pulled her panties down to let her wet folds lubricate him to allow for easier entry. A soft moan escaped her throat as the very tip of his manhood slipped inside and she positioned herself to let her sink all the way down him. Her moan grew louder and she started to ride him, sliding up and down his manhood.
Beneath her, Elliot was groaning out, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being inside the princess. Her slick walls were accommodating him easily and she leaned down to kiss him, keeping her steady rhythm. Their lips met and her tongue prodded greedily at his lips for entry.
Not wanting to disappoint her, his mouth parted and her tongue easily slipped inside his oral cavern, coiling around his. Elliot groaned into their frenzied kiss and started to move his hips into hers, adding more to their pleasure. The princess began to move quicker now, moaning as Elliot's manhood pushed deeper and deeper inside her. She was taking him easily, letting his warm erection bury all the way inside.
Her bra came undone and both of her breasts sprung free, bouncing with every thrust. She pulled away from their kiss and directed Elliot's face to them, her hidden message sent. He eagerly closed his mouth around one of her breasts and began to suck on them, his hot breath and tongue feeling amazing on the sensitive flesh. His teeth gently grazed her nipple and she gasped, the sensation taking her by surprise. He may have not been the most well endowed, but he certainly knew how to please a woman. She'd give him credit for that at least, as irritating as his presence could sometimes be.
His other hand worked on the other, lightly squeezing and rubbing it to add to her pleasure. Annabel could feel her insides clenching down on him, her body naturally responding to the process of him potentially trying to impregnate her. She lost control first and threw her head back with a shrill cry, her body shaking uncontrollably. She wove her fingers into Elliot's hair as she rode it out, her thighs quivering on either side of him.
Annabel could feel him beginning to throb inside her, signalling the approach of his own release, and she continued to ride him. Elliot fell back on the bed with a low groan and released inside her, sweat dripping down his face. The princess moaned in content as she felt his warm essence flood her insides and she stayed where she was until he finished.
Elliot's now limp manhood fell out and Annabel fell on him, catching her breath. She could feel his warm seed slowly trickling out of her entrance and she could sense his hopefulness about him possibly impregnating her. However, her magic would not allow it; he was not her true mate and she didn't want to be burdened with a child just yet. She'd entertain the possibility in the future when the throne was hers, but now was not the time to desire any children.
"I love you," Elliot confessed, raising a hand and cupping her cheek. By Skorm even his hands were too dainty for her. She supposed it couldn't be helped; the boy did live such a pampered and sheltered life. Even her own hands had some hints of roughness from training with Sir Walter.
"I love you too." The lie easily slipped off of her tongue and she kissed him again. She removed herself from his body and went over to clean herself up. A nice soak in the bath would be more than enough to rid her body of the stench of sex.
"I need to clean up," she said, looking over her shoulder and gathering her clothes. "Don't wait for me; I have to go back to the throne room afterwards."
Elliot nodded, searching for his own clothes. "As you wish, my love. I'll see you later tonight." He dressed himself quickly and left, leaving her alone once more. A few days ago, she did think she loved him. But their actions in bed just now said otherwise. She did not love him; it was nothing more than the sin of lust.
Annabel eased herself into the bath and closed her eyes. She had a lot to think about today.
A/N: And so ends this chapter. Trying to be consistent with updates even though this has by far the least amount of traffic out of anything I've ever written for a multi-chapter fic. Hopefully I'll pick up readers as this goes along. See you!
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