A/N: Hello all and welcome to chapter 13. A rather unlucky number but one I'm always fond of. This story has no traffic due to the fandom being dead as fuck but hopefully with the release of a new game soon we should see this quiet little corner fill up.
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.
*Love Hurts*
Annabel was in her study, writing a letter to the current head of Brightwall's council, Zachary. He had sent a letter to her directly expressing his satisfaction that the funds she sent him were more than accommodating and that he would be eager to do business with her regarding some renovations to the town in the near future. Brightwall was one of the newer village's in the kingdom but improvements could still be made.
Her quill scratched against the parchment and she glanced up as her study opened. Jasper strode in with a glass of imported rum from Oakfield's famous Sandgoose tavern and he placed it down in front of her. "You've been working long hours even if you're not in the court, my lady. I thought you would appreciate a refreshment."
"Why thank you." Annabel took a break from writing her letter to have a taste. She had heard many tales from her late mother about how lovely the rum was; it was after all the special of Oakfield. The tales did not exaggerate in the slightest. When the first sip passed her lips she found herself wanting more of it. Powerful and smooth with a hint of exotic fruits, it was a dream.
"Where did you get this, if you don't mind me asking?" the princess asked, setting the glass down and licking a few stray drops from her lips. "This is not exactly easy to come by in Bowerstone."
"The king had some delivered from Oakfield," Jasper answered promptly. "With all the stress he's been under he thought a few bottles of Sandgoose rum be more than sufficient to ease his worries. Even royalty can find themselves buried under pressure."
"Indeed," Annabel murmured, picking up her quill and dipping it in the ink vial. "Did my brother ask for me at all?"
"No he did not, madam." The old butler shook his head. "In fact, I have not spoken to his lordship at all today. He seems to have retired to the war room and has barred intrusions of any kind. Nevertheless, I do hope he is alright; the last thing this kingdom needs is a king who is unfit for duty."
'You speak the truth, my friend,' the princess thought. 'I have been unnecessarily harsh on you in the past, but these small gestures will not go unrewarded. I promise you Jasper, once I am free from the ridiculous shackles my brother has put on me and I sit on the throne, you will reap the benefits.'
She picked up from where she left off, waving her hand. "Thank you, Jasper. Please, leave me be. I really must finish this. Don't worry; I will be done shortly."
"As you wish, my dear." Jasper bowed his head and without another word excused himself from the study. When it came to those who constantly interrupted her on a daily basis, few were as fine of company as Jasper. The old man was perfect to have a small chat with and he never overextended his visit. She liked that businesslike attitude of his.
It was far more tolerable than Elliot's insistent pestering. The boy was like an irritating fly; no matter how many times she swatted him away, he would always find his way back to her. He was constantly bothering her at the most inopportune times and now she had to remind herself that killing him with her own hands would be sloppy. She had an assassin who would do the job for her, hopefully very soon. She wasn't sure if she could deal with him for one more day.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn't heard from Elliot all day so far and it was already nearing the afternoon. Perhaps she had gotten lucky and the annoying little prat had been murdered already. She just hoped that the assassin Reaver hired for the job made sure to follow the instructions to the letter; the more it looked like a tragic accident the better. 'It will certainly make my life a lot easier. I won't have to worry about Elliot barging in on me in the most inopportune times anymore.'
She dipped her quill back into the vial of ink and finished her letter. She only had a few words left to say to Zachary and preferred to keep her letters with her various contacts brief as to not arouse too much suspicion or let something slip. Annabel let her quill fall from her hand and she stretched, feeling the joints in her fingers crack a little.
The princess started to hear a large commotion outside and she stood up from her desk, frowning a little. "What the bloody hell is that?" She hoped to Skorm it wasn't another damn protest; she had to deal with one of those already and shifting the blame onto her brother was difficult enough of a task. Having another one would be a nuisance.
Her fist clenched as she called upon her magic, letting her fire surround her hand. Annabel brushed passed a few elite soldiers until she reached the main gates and her eyebrow rose. It wasn't a riot, not by any means. Instead of seeing people yell in protest and throw objects at the castle, the crowd was gathered in a very large circle around something or someone. Her heart thumped anxiously and she stepped outside, pushing her way through the crowd. "Out of the way. What the hell is going on?"
She stopped when she saw the body. It was Elliot, or rather what was left of him. If she didn't know any better she'd say it was impossible to identify the corpse in the slightest. But there was no mistaking those clothes or the bloodstained brown hair. It was most definitely him.
Annabel's eyes widened and she fell to her knees in front of Elliot's body, taking one of his stiff icy hands in hers and letting her magic die. If it was a private affair, she'd have let out a victorious laugh at getting her wish. But with it made public, she had to put on the mask of deceit and let everyone believe she was devastated.
"Elliot..." A few fake tears slowly trickled down her cheeks, ruining the makeup she had applied. "How? How could this happen?"
"Madam...he fell into one of the machines in the factory," one factory worker murmured quietly, head bowed in mourning. "We warned him that it was dangerous, but he insisted. We heard the screams and rushed over to help him, but it was too late. He was gone. Such a sweet lad. Always had his heart in the right place."
Annabel's eyes were squeezed shut and she picked Elliot's corpse up before walking back into the castle, casting a glance over her shoulder. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. You may all go."
Once she was inside, the castle doors closed shut and Annabel carried the body away to the castle gardens, setting it down amongst the nightshade and juniper berries. Now that she was alone, the princess's fake sobs turned into little more than a laugh of triumph. "Finally...finally free from that frustrating little boy." 'Your assassin did well, Reaver. I was all for drowning him in Bower Lake where there would be no witnesses, but doing it in public and out of sight no less? I have to congratulate you. The Society has more than proven themselves to me.'
The shadowy organization of assassins had earned themselves perhaps one of their most influential clients in their history by assassinating Elliot in that fashion. It was bloody, gruesome, and looked like an accident. She couldn't have scripted it better.
Her laughter stopped and she turned her attention to his body. Sure she would love nothing more than to let the crows feast on the remains, but questions about why she didn't bury her supposed 'beloved' would surface. Not to mention the foul stench that would circulate the castle for weeks. Annabel's palms ignited with flame and she set Elliot's corpse ablaze. Her dark eyes met his glassy ones and her lips curved into the faintest of smirks. "You couldn't have honestly thought I would let you live, did you dearest Elliot? You were nothing more than a pawn in this grand scheme of mine. Forgive me, my love, but your usefulness had come to an early end. Love hurts, doesn't it? I wish I was there to see your face."
She stopped her barrage of magic and lowered her hand, scoffing. "Not like you can hear me though. Long live the queen of Albion."
The princess didn't glance back at his burning corpse once as she retreated into her study. After all she had a bargain to keep with Reaver for using his services and she wouldn't dream of keeping him waiting for too long. She had learned long ago to never set her expectations too high lest she be disappointed, but she knew that when it came down to the art of sex, Reaver was unmatched. He had centuries to hone his techniques and she couldn't help but shiver in anticipation.
Annabel looked away from Elliot's burning corpse and ran a hand through her hair, combing it to the side. She wanted to look her best for when Reaver arrived. Knowing him, he would be arriving at the castle in a short time to 'share her grief'. She hoped he would whisk her away to his mansion for the evening for their celebration. The fewer people who knew about her affair with the businessman the better. As much as she wanted her name to be carried on the winds, she knew that not everything would be good for the public to know.
She left Elliot's body behind; it was smouldering nicely and would be nothing but ash in maybe an hour. That meant she had an hour to herself and there was no better way for her to be occupied than with the pleasant company of Reaver and a bottle containing the strongest alcohol she could get her hands on.
She might have to pull a few strings to get her hands on such a bottle but it wouldn't be too difficult considering her status. She was more than confident that one of the barkeeps in Bowerstone would be happy to accommodate her, considering her 'devastating loss'. It was almost amusing seeing how the fools thought that she would be stricken with grief over losing him when the cold reality was she couldn't be happier. Finally, one of the biggest annoyances in her life in recent memory was nothing more than that. A bitter memory that would not be able to follow her around like a lovesick puppy. To think that at first she once thought she loved him, it was almost laughable.
When it came to Annabel, love hurts. Especially when it isn't returned. He was such a sweet and caring boy, too much for his own good. The irony of him being killed while trying to help someone was not lost on her and it was simply gorgeous. She couldn't have scripted it better. Elliot was always too kind hearted in nature for his own good. She wasn't able to recall her ever saying that his selflessness would get him killed, but if she did once, she never expected to mean it literally. Some things were just too well played.
Annabel left the gardens behind and stalked into her chambers. Inside, Jasper was waiting for her with a fresh set of clothes and a new pallet of makeup. His old eyes were sombre and he bowed his head. "Your majesty. I just heard the news about Master Elliot's unfortunate accident in the factory today. I warned him that going there was unwise, but he did not heed my caution. It is a grave reminder that even if our hearts harbour pure intentions, the worst may come to us at any moment."
"Indeed. His caring nature will not be forgotten, especially amongst the ranks of Albion's elite," Annabel agreed. "His optimism, as foolish as I sometimes thought it was, will be missed in these trying times. I hate to bother you, Jasper, but would you perchance be able to acquire something for me today?"
"Of course, my dear. This is a terrible time for you. What is it that you request of me?" he queried.
"I need you to try and find a bottle of Any Port In A Storm," the princess answered. "It was Elliot's favourite drink after a long day of work and I wish to have a toast to him in his memory."
"Port? Unusual. I thought he favoured something a little more delicate like The Yellow Fairy." Jasper frowned. "Must have been someone else. Very well, I shall go to the city at once. It shouldn't be too difficult to find. Where will you go to toast him?"
"Bower Lake." Annabel took a cloth and started removing the makeup she ruined. "He always did like walking down to the gazebo during the night." 'I also recall him saying he'd love to eventually be wed to me under the gazebo's roof. The cruelty of celebrating his death with my new lover is sweet.'
"Bower Lake? Madam, please do stop me if I seem to be insulting, but the route to Millfields is fraught with peril. Bandits have been pillaging wandering traders trying to get to the city for several weeks now," her butler warned. "Perhaps it would be best if an escort was sent with you?"
"No need." Annabel shook her head. "I'm grateful that you're concerned for my wellbeing, but even Sir Walter agrees that I am ready to start making a name for myself and forging my own path. I'm not a child anymore and it is time I took those steps. Remember that my own mother began her journey as a Hero when she was two years younger than I am."
She didn't bring up the fact that she had a sword that had seen more than its fair share of bloodshed. Her magic was growing stronger the more she used it and she could feel it. After all, she doubted she could have wiped out Nigel Ferret's entire criminal empire without her powers, even with her superior training under Walter's tutelage. In single combat she would be able to best them, but all at once? If it weren't for her Heroic powers and reflexes she would have been slaughtered like the rest of the vile organisation's victims. All her careful plotting and manipulation would have all been for naught. She couldn't have that. Her pride wouldn't let her fail, not when her ambition was so close to her she could taste it.
"Very well, madam." Jasper bowed his head to her again. "I shall see to it that the court knows that you will not be present for the evening so you can grieve by yourself. No disruptions will come to your door whatsoever." Faithful no matter what. Annabel really did appreciate how loyal he was.
Annabel let out a sigh and looked outside at the plumes of smoke from the capital's industrial sector. "Thank you. I appreciate it immensely."
Oh how she could not wait to meet with Reaver.
Dusk had fallen and Annabel took a slow pull from the bottle of Port that Jasper had been kind enough to fetch for her earlier in the day. She was seated under the white marble of Bower Lake's gazebo, waiting patiently for Reaver to arrive. It was almost surreal to think that beneath the gazebo lay the Chamber of Fate, the only surviving piece of the long since destroyed Heroes Guild. Her own mother unlocked her power there and here she was about to meet the man helped start her own bloody path.
Annabel had taken extra time to prepare herself, having dressed in a short skirt and revealing crop top that highlighted her bosom. A pair of black stocking rose to her thighs and her heeled boots
She didn't have to wait very long; not a few moments after she swallowed then she saw the tall silhouette approach in the dim light of dusk. "Ah, there you are."
Reaver approached her briskly, a smirk on his lips. "Didn't have to wait too long for me, did you my little sweet?"
"Not at all," she said with a purr, standing up to greet him. "I only arrived myself perhaps ten minutes ago. Certainly did not want this moment to slip by. But tell me, how beautiful was it?"
"Perfection to my ears." Reaver laughed. "I don't think the fool even knew what was happening. The screams were...quite delicious."
"Pity." The princess pouted. "I wish I could have been there. Still, art is always appreciated more when it is a surprise."
"That it is, my dear." Reaver licked his lips at the sight of her cleavage and even during dusk she could see the glint in his beady black eyes. "You certainly dressed for the occasion."
"Wouldn't want to disappoint, would I?" Annabel leaned down a little for Reaver to see more of her. "Now, are you just going to stand there talking, or are you going to claim your reward?"
One of the Pirate King's hands settled on her backside, giving it a squeeze. He spun her around and kissed her, taking her by force. The princess mewled against his lips, dropping her bottle of liquor and weaving her hands into his hair to tug it. By Skorm it was so refreshing to be with someone who knew how to play rough, just the way she liked it.
He firmly gripped her rear and already his hand was sliding underneath her skirt to rub between her legs. Annabel let out a wanton groan as his slender digits massaged her covered folds, sending a pleasant rush of heat to her core, and his lips left hers to suckle on her exposed neck.
"Ravage me..." she whispered pleadingly, wanting to feel more. She yelped out as he bit her, though it quickly turned into another moan as he continued to tease her. She pressed herself into his chest, tugging at his messy black hair and pulling at his jacket's collar. Eventually she pushed it aside and nipped at his collarbone, moaning as his fingers slipped inside of her. Elliot never did that to her and she was glad to have someone much more thoroughly experienced. By the gods, how could have been with someone that dull for so long?
As Reaver teased and toyed with her, she found herself spreading her legs further and further apart to let him do what he wanted. His warm breath tickled her ear and he licked at her neck. "Tell me how bad you want this." Ugh, that husky purr was going to send her over the edge.
Annabel managed to look him in the eye and give her answer. "I want it...more than anything..."
Reaver chuckled and kept his slow teasing with his fingers, thumb gently massaging her clit. "Good girl." With that sentence alone she knew she was his. And he could have her however he wanted.
He pushed her against one of the gazebo's columns for better support and his fingers reached all the way inside, hitting that one spot that Elliot could never touch. Annabel shuddered, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. His devilish smirk never left his face and he yanked her head back by the hair, though the rough treatment did little more than make the princess want him more.
She could feel her legs beginning to tremble and he curled his fingers inside, grinning. "Already nearing your peak, dear?"
Annabel gasped out a weak moan as she clenched down on him, riding out her orgasm. He removed his fingers from her, the digits covered in her essence. He stuck one of them in his mouth to sample a taste, humming. "Quite a nice taste you have." When he was finished he dragged the other finger across her lips before kissing her, both of them getting a taste. A bit of heat rose to Annabel's cheeks as she tasted herself, though she knew that the depraved act was going to be only one of the many they would be partaking tonight.
When they pulled away from their sloppy kiss, a thin trail of saliva was still connecting their lips and Annabel panted. "M-more..."
She rubbed her knee against his crotch, feeling his firm length. He growled and just that sound alone was enough to make her needing him inside. "Take me, Reaver."
"In public, no less. I applaud you." Reaver undid the buttons on his trousers and let them drop, letting her get the first look at his manhood. Like the rest of his body it was long and not extremely thick, but it was still much bigger than what she was used to. When morning came she was certain to be sore afterwards.
Annabel let her skirt drop and she stepped out of it, gripping his length and stroking it. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment..."
"Me neither," the Hero of Skill agreed. "Are you ready, my dear?"
"Yes." Annabel nodded. "I want you." Her panties fell on the ground and Reaver scooped her into his arms before lowering her onto his erection.
The princess let out a quiet moan as he entered her fully, feeling herself get opened up. Her moan was silenced by a raw kiss from her newfound lover and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to thrust.
The sheer power behind his movements was enough to make her head spin. How can a man so slender possess such strength? By no means was Reaver a heavily muscled man, but by Skorm did he have a lot of power in him. Each thrust of his would send shockwaves through her body and she moaned happily into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of him claiming her as his trophy. Her breasts sprung free of her crop top and he stopping kissing her to suck on one of them, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nubs.
"U-use me more!" Annabel gasped out, moaning as he continued to pound into her. Her thighs were wrapped firmly around his waist to keep them both stable and for a moment she wondered what would happen if someone were to discover them. The thrill of being caught having sex with someone not even a day after her 'beloved' was killed in a tragic accident did little but arouse her more. If they got caught then so be it. She'd only enjoy it even more.
"Heh. To think that you, the princess, is begging for me to shag you like a common whore in public. What would you do if your dearest brother spotted us?" Reaver whispered, biting her neck to leave marks.
"He can die like the rest," Annabel spat back, growling as Reaver forced himself deeper into her. "I'm your prize."
"That you are." Reaver pulled out of her for a moment, making the princess whine impatiently. However she wasn't prepared for him spinning her around so her back was facing him. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips to entice him. He grasped her firmly and pushed into her again, groaning as he filled her. His thrusts became much more violent in this position, his length hitting the very entrance to her womb. Each time he hit her she would cry out in pleasure, feeling herself tighten around him to get him to finish exactly where she wanted him to.
She rode out her second orgasm of the night with a weak whimper and Reaver slammed himself fully inside before reaching his own peak. He groaned as he emptied himself into her, the princess's mind going blank as she felt his warm seed splash into her eagerly waiting womb. There just so much of it and when he finally pulled out of her she could feel it slowly oozing out.
Reaver's erection was still firm and when she regained her senses she crawled over to him, licking at the tip. "That's not all you have, is it Master Reaver?"
"Not at all, my little sweet." Reaver chuckled and scooped her into his arms. "For the encore, though, we will be going somewhere a little more...private."
Annabel's heart skipped a beat. Now this was the love she had been so desperately yearning for.
A/N: So, a long ass delay turns into smut. Are any of you really surprised? It is me after all XD. Thank you for reading and have a good day/night!
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