WARNING! This chapter contains elements of sexual misconduct and attempted rape in it. You've been warned.
Chapter 44 – Bastard Siblings (Wyvern Moon)
Dorothea tried to thrash free of the innkeeper's grip, but the portly man held strong. The singer watched as Clovis walked slowly toward her before reaching forward and grabbing her chin between his fingers.
"To think I'd have such a beautiful sibling, Dorothea," Clovis said lecherously. "I've had many a girl thus far, but they all pale compared to you."
"I-I'd find that flattering if I didn't know better, you creep!" Dorothea hissed. "You'd better let me go or I'll–"
"You're in no position to demand anything of me, Dorothea. And I'd save your breath if I were you. You're going to need it for moaning in a minute or so."
The implication of Clovis' words made Dorothea glower in disgust at him, but the perverted noble ignored her glare as he directed his gaze down toward her impressive cleavage. He released his grip on Dorothea's chin and brought both hands to her ample breasts, grasping them through her academy uniform. Dorothea's cheeks went red at this.
"S-Stop that!" Dorothea stammered. "G-Get your hands off me, you pervert!"
With a sinister chuckle, Clovis gave her breasts a quick squeeze before releasing them. Then, to Dorothea's dismay, he reached up and grabbed the hem of her black undershirt, grasping it as well as her uniform's jacket. With a rough tug to both sides, Clovis ripped Dorothea's shirt down the middle. Dorothea gasped as shreds of fabric fell to the floor, her breasts only contained by a black bra. A second later, Clovis grabbed that article of clothing as well and tore it from her chest, and Dorothea's face went red as her breasts were now fully exposed.
The full gravity of the situation began to sink in for Dorothea as Clovis again cupped her breasts in his hands. She was going to be raped by her own half-brother.
"N-No! Stop it! Don't touch me! Get away from me, you sick– NNGH!"
Clovis took to pinching Dorothea's exposed nipples at this point, applying far too much pressure. Every squeeze and tug he made on Dorothea's chest brought a jolt of pain to the diva; it seemed he knew nothing on how to please a woman, or he was deliberately trying to hurt her.
"You must be enjoying this by now, dear sister," Clovis said menacingly.
"N-N-Not in the slightest!" Dorothea snapped. "You d-don't know a thing about h-how to please a girl, do you?!"
"Your body is more honest than your words."
As if to emphasize his point, Clovis gave Dorothea's nipples a twist between his fingers before pulling back on them, an act that made Dorothea cry out.
"AHH! T-That hurts! Stop that! I said stop, you pig! Help! Someone, help!"
Clovis laughed as Dorothea called out for help and then said, "No one will be coming to help you, Dorothea. Why do you think I had the whole inn rented out?"
Dorothea let out another wince of pain as Clovis continued to maul her chest. The lecher leaned forward and began to lick Dorothea's nipples, sending waves of revulsion through her. All the while, the innkeeper chuckled as he watched the debauchery unfold and held Dorothea in his iron grip.
It sunk in how much trouble Dorothea was in. No one was coming to help her, and she was at her half-brother's mercy, of which she was certain he had next to none. If she didn't do something soon, she was going to lose everything to him.
Her first instinct was to break free from Clovis and the innkeeper and run for help. But she then glanced over at Ingrid, who still lay unconscious on the bed. If Dorothea left her there, she'd likely never see her again.
Dorothea knew she had to save herself and Ingrid. She couldn't afford to be selfish now.
Dorothea began to channel her Mana, hoping to ready a spell. If she could cast even a weak one, perhaps she could turn the tables on her captors. She dearly hoped they wouldn't notice.
Then, Dorothea made another gasp of shock as Clovis reached under her skirt and began to rub her beneath it. She struggled again in the innkeeper's grip, but still could not break free.
"Oh my, are you truly not enjoying this?" said Clovis.
"Of course not!" Dorothea hissed. "Why would I enjoy being f-felt up by you, you prick?!"
"Well, you're going to wish you were enjoying this in a second."
Dorothea watched in horror as Clovis began to reach for his pants. She wasn't a virgin, but she had never truly been raped before, and the prospect of it terrified her. If she didn't do something soon, Clovis was going to make that a nightmarish reality.
As Clovis began to unbuckle his belt, Dorothea made her move.
Clovis made a loud, painful howl as Dorothea swung her right knee and hit him squarely in his groin as hard as she could. He stumbled back, debilitated by the pain.
The innkeeper, angered by Dorothea's act of defiance, began to tighten his grip on her, intending to squeeze her into submission.
Dorothea grabbed him by his wrist and, in a move that anyone would have considered crazy, unleashed her Mana while still touching him. Both Dorothea and the innkeeper cried out in pain as Dorothea's magic electrocuted them both, with Dorothea gritting her teeth as she tried to withstand the pain of her own spell. It was now a contest of whether Dorothea would black out first or the innkeeper would release her.
The innkeeper gave in first, his grip on her loosening as he began to collapse backward. Dorothea stopped her spell and pushed herself away from the innkeeper, collapsing to the floor on her hands and knees. She had been mere seconds away from losing consciousness. The innkeeper fell to the floor with a loud thud, not even convulsing as electricity still coursed through his overweight body.
The sound of Clovis grunting in pain kept Dorothea from blacking out. She looked up to see he was recovering from the blow she had dealt him. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw the silvery shimmer of Joyeuse on the ground just within her reach.
Dorothea quickly reached for her blade and grabbed it just as Clovis glared at her and snarled, "You insolent bitch!"
Clovis grabbed his knife and raised it over his head, intending to kill Dorothea. And then he let out an earsplitting cry of pain as Dorothea's Mythril blade jabbed into his belly.
Dropping the knife, Clovis fell backward as he clutched his wounded stomach. His hands quickly became slick with blood as Dorothea gasped for breath. Shakily, the diva rose from her knees, keeping her blade pointed at Clovis while covering her chest with her free arm. She hadn't inflicted an outright fatal wound on him, but he was sure to bleed out if he wasn't treated.
"Y-Y-You bitch!" Clovis hissed. "I'll make you pay for this!"
"Will you?!" Dorothea snapped as she thrust her blade forward, close enough that Clovis flinched back at nearly being stabbed again.
It was then that she saw it: Clovis was terrified. He was doing his best not to show it, but his eyes betrayed him. He looked like he was about to start begging for his life.
"It's over, Clovis," said Dorothea. "You've lost."
But then, after a few seconds, Clovis began to chuckle again. His chuckle soon rose into a nearly maniacal laugh at Dorothea's words.
"What's so funny this time, you slimeball?!" Dorothea hissed as she glanced to the side, hoping she wasn't about to get grabbed again. But she dared not take her eyes off Clovis.
"You think you've won, Dorothea?" Clovis said smugly. "I have a dozen of my men waiting outside. The moment they see you come out, they'll capture you, and I'll be more than happy to let them have their way with you." Releasing another dark chuckle, he added, "But don't fret; I may still consider letting you bear my children after my men have raped you into submission! That is, if you're still alive by then!"
Dorothea barely hid her dismay as Clovis began to laugh maniacally at the situation.
She was about to consider slitting Clovis' throat when a familiar voice said, "I wouldn't be so sure of your victory, Clovis!"
The voice made Dorothea's heart rise with hope as she turned to the bedroom door. As she did, it swung open, revealing Edelgard and two Church soldiers behind her.
"Edie!" Dorothea exclaimed.
After giving Dorothea a reassuring smile, Edelgard turned to Clovis and said, "Your men have already been subdued, Clovis von Eadwald. Your little scheme is at its end."
"What?! No, this can't–"
With a dramatic wave of her arm, Edelgard shouted, "Take him!"
As if on cue, the two soldiers marched forward and grabbed Clovis, hauling him to his feet and leading him out of the room amid his protests.
As soon as Clovis was gone, Dorothea let out a loud sigh of relief as she lowered Joyeuse and said, "Your timing couldn't have been better, Edie."
…
Several minutes later, Dorothea had herself wrapped up in Byleth's overcoat as the soldiers of the Church led Clovis and his men away. Ingrid had regained consciousness, but the blonde was still swaying as she sat on a nearby bench.
"I should have listened to you, Dorothea," said Ingrid in a woozy tone. "Instead I put us both in danger."
"Hey, it all worked out, didn't it?" said Dorothea.
"But Clovis almost–"
"Don't say it, Ingrid."
"I should've been here sooner," said Byleth. "I'm sorry I–"
"Professor, it's okay. I mean, yeah, he felt me up, but I held my own, didn't I?"
"Even so…"
"Besides, to be honest, stabbing Clovis was oddly satisfying. Uh, that came out wrong."
Byleth nodded at this, knowing what Dorothea meant.
"Well, I should have no problem convincing my father to reject Clovis' offer," said Ingrid. "Thank you for the help, Dorothea. And you, Professor Eisner. The evidence you got from Anna should be more than enough to see Clovis put away for a long time."
"It's more likely he'll go straight to the gallows for his crimes," said Edelgard.
Dorothea nodded at this. Deep down, though, she knew Clovis deserved it.
"House Eadwald is likely to be dissolved as a result of this incident," Edelgard continued. Then, turning to Dorothea, she asked, "Dorothea, are you going to be okay about this?"
"I might share their blood, but they are NOT my family," Dorothea answered. "As far as I'm concerned, they've had this coming."
"Dorothea…"
"Besides, I could never hand over my lovely Ingrid to some jerk who only wants her for her Crest."
Amused, Ingrid said, "Oh? Do I belong to you now, rather than to myself?"
The comment made Dorothea giggle while Edelgard smiled at seeing Dorothea in high spirits.
Then, in a more serious tone, Ingrid said, "Hey… Dorothea. This is probably more than a little awkward, considering where it came from, but… here."
Ingrid reached into her satchel and pulled something out of it. Opening her palm, everyone was shocked to see it was a lovely silver ring with a large green emerald in the center.
"A ring?" Dorothea said in shock. "Is this… No! Is it?!"
"A proposal?" Edelgard asked in confusion.
Knowing that it wasn't likely the case, Dorothea melodramatically said, "Oh, Ingrid… I accept your offer! We'll be together forever!"
Flustered, Ingrid said, "Stop teasing me, Dorothea! I'm trying to be sincere!"
Dorothea laughed at Ingrid as the blonde blushed hotly.
"Why are you carrying around a ring like that?" asked Byleth.
"Oh, it was given to me by a previous suitor as a gift. I have no real need of it, so I felt it would make a suitable reward." Turning back to Dorothea, she added, "I mean… you may already have one like it, but I thought on the off chance you didn't…"
"Ingrid, you are just adorable, and I love it," Dorothea said as she took hold of the ring.
Then, as Dorothea slipped the ring into her own satchel, Byleth asked, "Aren't you going to put it on?"
The question brought looks of confusion on all three girls' faces. And then Dorothea and Ingrid giggled at Byleth's cluelessness.
"What?" Byleth asked in similar confusion.
"Professor, you do know what it means to be wearing a ring like that in public, do you?" Edelgard asked in exasperation.
So, how did you guys like my unique take on the Dorothea/Ingrid Paralogue? I always felt that trip to Ailell felt weird, so I went with this.
Sorry if the rape scene grossed you out, but readers familiar with my smutfics know I've done much nastier. Don't worry; this won't be a regular thing in this story. I don't have any future plans for any other attempted rape scenes.