I do not own "Fable 3" or any of the "Fable" Series - Lionhead Studios does.
Based on the 2010 XBOX Game.
Rated M for Explicit Adult Content.
Special warning – rape, torture, and possibly incest.
The Princess and Major Swift are prisoners in the Castle's Dungeons. Can they find comfort and solace with each other, and more importantly, escape? Does Logan even know his sister is in captivity?
Jealousy and Possession
Chapter 6
Why had Jack remained in the dungeon with Logan instead of accompanying her to the War Room? Sarie sat at Logan's table in his chambers with her head in her hands. She suspected she knew why he had stayed. He had stayed for two reasons; one, to witness the death of Phillips, and second, to not say good-bye to her as he gave himself into the custody of Logan's men.
Did he still believe that they would come out of all this and be together? Sarie looked up and frowned at the large dusty tome that contained the spell that Logan would soon use to seal them in a bond of forced love. With the knowledge of magic that Logan had perhaps no miracle would occur to save them after all. Perhaps Jack had known this and could not bear to kiss her for the last time and so he simply had not. Or, did he believe that they would somehow make it through this dreadful business and did not say good-bye to her because he felt that it was not necessary? Perhaps he did not wish to cause her more pain than she was experiencing already.
Sarie's head began to ache. She preferred the pain of her throbbing temples to the pain forming in her heart. Listlessly, she reached for the tome and opened it.
Logan had marked the page with the lock of her hair she had given him when she turned sixteen. He had lovingly braided it and bound it with gold cording. How fitting, he would think, to use her own loving gift to him as a marker for the page in a book that would make her completely his.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she found herself flipping through the pages of the tome trying to read, nonetheless. In the back of the book was a section about all the known gods and goddesses of Albion; living, dead, and those guessed to be inactive or were otherwise absent.
The language was very old and Sarie did not comprehend all of the words. Scholars of the ancient languages of Albion were rare, but Logan and Sarie had been educated in the basics, so they knew a little. This book, however, had Sarie frustrated within moments. The name of the goddess, Venora, had not changed, so she was easy to locate. The text regarding her was not simple to decipher. Words such as 'of honour', 'deserving', 'unforgiving', and 'sacrifices' she could make out. So, what did that tell her?
Venora was a goddess that most of the People had forgotten, but some still at least recalled her name. From what of her education Sarie remembered, she recalled that the goddess had once been a naïve young girl who had become a Hero by the time she was fifteen. She had been a magic user of amazing power, so much so that her own instructors had considered her a threat to society. One of her teachers had fallen in love with her, and when Venora was put on trial for being an immanent threat, or something along those lines; History was vague on the details, he testified on her behalf, and even offered to marry her and take her on as completely his responsibility.
Other versions of this part of the story claimed that Venora had accidentally killed a fellow student while practising her fire magic, and her teacher was simply trying to keep her from being put to death or exiled for an accident.
Regardless, the outcome of the trial was positive for Venora. She and her teacher, whose name History had forgotten, married and had three children. Approximately twelve years later, the father of the girl Venora had accidentally killed located her and her family in the small village of Oakvale. Again, details were not in abundance, but the crux of the story was that the man managed to hold Venora's husband hostage and demand that Venora choose between the lives of her children of that of her husband. If she chose her husband, she would have to kill her children herself. If she chose her children, the man would kill him and never return his body to her. She would need to sacrifice either her husband or her children to keep the the life or lives of the other.
Venora was in agony, but in the end she chose her husband. According to most accounts, she killed her children as mercifully as possible by incinerating them with her fire magic as instantaneously, and thus mercifully, as she could. Her husband was returned to her, but he was unable to love her as he had before. The spectre of their dead children loomed over them both, but despite her love for him he was incapable of returning hers.
After years of loveless cohabitation, Venora gave in to the temptation to use a magic unique to her that she had never dared tell anyone of; mind control. She used all of her considerable Will to force her husband to love her once more. She succeeded, but the consequences of her action was severe. He did love her again, but so much so that when she left him for several weeks to care for her ailing mother he was so distraught at her absence that he killed himself.
Venora grieved, but was determined to live out her life honouring his memory. She honed her perfection of mind control magic and devoted the rest of her life to helping others. She repaired broken relationships of all sorts when she deemed it appropriate, and also promoted unconditional love of parents for their children. It was said that she also sometimes forced love, but her reasons and the circumstances of those supposedly rare instances was also lost to History.
Scanning the few words she could comprehend and recalling the fragmented story of the Hero later turned goddess by the Overseer Mother, Sarie was afraid. What if Venora did not see fit to honour Logan's request? Or, even if she did, was there a guarantee that she would not put some awful twist to it?
Almost as terrifying to Sarie was the thought that Venora would honour Logan's request despite her and Jack's attempt at sabotage and she would lose Jack forever, and he her. At least in that event, however, Logan would at least be happy. She groaned. Yes, Logan would be happy, but at the cost of Jack's happiness. And hers. Despite what Logan had told her, she did not believe that her love could be coerced by anything, even a goddess.
Even if she was wrong and the goddess would coerce her to love Logan, how could it be sincere enough for them to be together in the Afterworld?
"It can't be," she whispered. "It can't! My heart is Jack's, for now and forever. That can't be changed."
Sarie was certain of this. Was Jack? Was that why he didn't kiss her good-bye or say anything to her, or follow her out of the Dungeon?
A soft touch to her shoulder caused her to start.
"It's time, Sarie."
She looked up into Logan's face. He smiled tenderly and her heart clenched for him; and herself and Jack.
"Logan, please rethink this! I've been recalling what History knows of the goddess Venora and what you want to do! Can you decipher all the words in this old book?"
"No," he said softly, "and I doubt anyone can, but I understand enough. Besides, I am a desperate man, Sarie. I'll do anything; risk anything, for..." He swallowed and his eyes quickly flicked away from hers. "I'll risk anything for...us."
"Logan, the problem is that you have no idea what you will be risking. She may do something completely different from what you hope or expect!"
"I've already admitted to you what I will admit to no other but the goddess herself; I am desperate. I love you so much, Sarie, that my heart aches every moment. My mind is a hopeless tangle of disparate thoughts and my body is in constant torment. You invade my dreams and torture my soul!"
His dark eyes bored into hers with a glittering fierceness that sent shivers down Sarie's spine. "I never wished to be seen as a tyrant, Sarie, nor as a man who would force himself upon any woman. Do you believe that I simply woke up one day and decided to force my sister to marry me?"
Sarie swallowed, but her throat was dry and she choked. Logan rushed to fill a glass of wine for her.
"No, Logan," she said between coughs, "but I can tell you I believe that you deserve better than forced love for yourself! You deserve a woman who loves you completely without coercion of any kind. Just because..."
He silenced her by insistently pressing the glass into her hand and not knowing what else to do, Sarie downed it. The wine burned its way down her throat, it eased the dryness. She asked for another glass and Logan complied. When she requested a third, he shook his head.
"I want and need you clear-headed for this, Sarie. Please try to understand." Logan's gaze softened and he slowly brushed her cheek with the back of one hand. "Everything you say may be correct, but I am past ever being able to love another. I do feel guilt, yes, but not enough to stop me."
He then slid his hand into her hair and the smooth curls slid through his long thin fingers. Sarie shuddered and his breath hitched.
"Sarie, please, do not fear me! I promise that you will be all right. I promise to love you and care for you forever. I'll give you everything I can and do everything in my power to not only earn your love truly, but to deserve it."
Sarie was tempted to inquire after Jack, but then decided against it. Logan was determined. All she could do was to appeal to him one final time about the wisdom of his course.
"I understand, Logan," she said gently, "but once more, I must ask you to reconsider. I do not know that you can trust in the outcome of this ritual or the trustworthiness of this goddess."
He smiled and slid his hand to the back of her neck, caressing her nape. "I will risk it, Sarie, and I will, in my appeal to her, beg her, if she will not grant me my desire, to not harm you. It is not through any fault of yours that you do not love me; Sarie, and I would not see you harmed because of me."
Logan stepped back from her and gestured to the bed. "Please, let us begin. While you disrobe I will ignite the ingredients and call to her. When we feel her presence, I will disrobe. We must then take to bed together, and then you must take me into you in the manner you wish to help me climax."
"And then I must climax in the manner of your choice."
"Yes, Sarie. I will now begin the ritual. Please disrobe, lay on the bed, and wait for me."
The stench of burning hair and something metallic-smelling that Logan added to the bowl as he called to Venora wisped into Sarie's nostrils as he positioned himself behind her. His hands grasped her hips and he positioned the head of his erection at her swollen, wet entrance.
To Sarie's shock and mortification, she was extremely sexually aroused, despite the raging rebellion in her mind and heart. As soon as Logan had finished his verbal appeal to the goddess to enter the chamber, a surge of primal need swept through her so intensely that she had to bite her lip to keep from begging Logan to take her and take her at once. Something alien, unseen and powerful, wound through and wrapped about her body, coaxing every sexual and sensual instinct to the surface. Her nipples were so hard that they ached. Her pulse pounded fiercely in her ears and her core was so wet she was dripping onto the mattress.
"I realise you chose this position so that you don't have to look into my eyes as we join," Logan groaned, sliding into her slick passage with one quick and possessive thrust. "I understand, my darling dear, and soon it won't have to be like this for you."
"I don't want it to be like this with you, ever!" Sarie thought desperately, wondering and fretting about Jack. Where was he? Was he all right? Was their effort at sabotage, for good or ill, wasted?
She could no longer hold her tongue. "Please, I must know, Logan, is...is he well?"
"Don't speak of him!" Logan growled and thrust into her so hard that he forced her onto her elbows. In and out, in and out, harder and harder he pumped, and a cry of pain at last erupted from Sarie.
"Don't speak of him, and don't think of him! Yes, he is all right. Now, concentrate on you and I!"
She almost had no other choice as both intensifying arousal and pain enveloped her. Logan gripped her hips so hard she knew she would bruise. His sac slapped against her rear with each deep forceful thrust. The need she had felt earlier despite her disgust and fear swept through her anew and she lay her cheek against the mattress, thrusting her behind up higher to meet him.
"Good girl," he panted. "You feel it, don't you? I know you do! I can feel your need, Sarie, and I can smell it!"
She wanted to ask him not to speak thus; to deny his words, but she could not. She did need him and she did desire him; but she knew it was not real, not real in the way she loved, needed, and desired Jack.
Her body belied her feelings, however, and it began to behave even more as if she were not in control of it. Despite the pain of Logan being inside her too deeply and taking her too roughly, her body arched into him, met him thrust for thrust, and sounds almost inhuman began to issue from her throat.
"Yes, Sarie, yes!" Logan gasped. "This is working! Can you feel it?"
She felt something very primal and sexual, but did not know if it was what Logan was feeling. She doubted it, for she still was afraid and unwilling to follow through with this. As much as she cared for Logan, he was her brother! Worse yet, she loved another. Her body eagerly was accepting Logan's, needing him, even, but her mind and heart was still not his.
Suddenly Logan tightened his already fierce grip on her hips and pulled her into him as he slammed into her up to the hilt one final time. His body shuddered and he roared out his climax. A part of Sarie knew the magic in the room enhanced his behaviour, and a moment later, to her horror, it enhanced, or forced, rather, her own.
Sarie found herself pressing her rear back into him as hard as she could, feeling his sac come to rest at the backs of her thighs. Her body hurtled to a hard climax even though she had not felt it coming. She was suddenly shaking, sweating, and trembling so violently that she fell fully prone onto the mattress in exhaustion and quivering aftershocks. She could not describe the sensations as truly pleasurable, but they were not entirely unwelcome to her not-entirely-her-own body.
It took her several long moments to realise that Logan was still upright on his knees. He was not moving and when she turned her head to look at his face, saw that it was slack and emotionless. He did not speak or even blink.
"Logan?"
She shifted and turned her exhausted body so that she lay on her back. Logan was still as stone and he did not respond when she spoke his name once more. It was as if were paralysed, but something was odd. Several times his open and staring eyes twitched as if in awareness of someone or something. His face betrayed no emotion, but something in his visage seemed to indicate that someone, perhaps the goddess, was present in his mind.
Then, suddenly, he was back to himself and he smiled and lay atop her.
"Sarie," he whispered, burying his face into her neck and hair, "I love you so much! Please, try and understand!"
Why was he pleading again for her understanding? He already had her for the first requirement of the ritual and he had achieved climax. He was getting his way and she was cooperating. If she did not continue to do so Jack's life would be forfeit.
Still, she was as committed to Jack as he was to her. She was committed to Them and was vaguely surprised that she still knew that without question. After all, Logan had told her that her mind and feelings would be changed by the ritual. So far that was not the case.
Perhaps she had to fulfil the second part of her joining with Logan to make that happen? She shuddered even as she embraced her brother and King. She did not wish to pain him, so she slid her arms around him and accepted his embrace and tender gesture.
Still, she was not his. She belonged, completely and utterly, to Jack Swift.
Logan's cock began to harden against her thigh. He was ready again! But this was magic, was it not? She should not be surprised. The most unexpected part for Sarie was not Logan's renewed arousal, but her own. Her body was once more ready for him and she found herself asking how he wanted her.
He smiled. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, my darling dear, but I want you to be looking into my eyes." Logan stroked her hair as he propped himself up on his elbows to gaze down into her face. "I know you didn't want to look at me before, but I need you to look at me this time."
Sarie swallowed and nodded. "Very well, Logan."
He sighed in relief. "Thank you. Now, I'll sit up and I want you to come to me and press your body to mine. Lay your legs over the tops of mine and embrace me."
Jack knelt in the middle of his temporary chambers and folded his hands in prayer. His flesh was clammy and his heart rate was high. He knew that at this very moment Sarie was likely becoming more and more distant from him.
It was either now or never. He could not escape his room, as there were guards ordered to shoot him on sight if he dared an attempt, and he could not be true to Sarie if he died. Therefore, he had to do his best to save them both by remaining alive.
He closed his eyes and began speaking softly and humbly.
"Goddess Venora, I know I have never spoken to you before, but..." He paused. "Hells, I didn't even know you existed, to be truthful! However, I have a boon to ask of you, and if you grant it I'll give you anything that is in my power to give."
Jack shivered as he felt an alien presence envelope him. The goddess was present and listening to him. He had to make every word count and hope that she would find him worthy of even hearing him through.
Logan grasped Sarie's behind and pulled her towards him, filling her slick passage once again. Even though she looked into his reassuring eyes as he had requested, she felt only fear. She did not have even the vaguest stirrings of love for Logan, but still, she was terrified. This was a goddess they were dealing with, after all, and who knew when the change would occur? Venora may be accommodating to Logan, or she may not. She may be angry about the sabotage in the ingredients, or she may not.
Regardless, Jack was Sarie's only concern. Interference with the process aside, Jack's life was still in danger. So, if the ritual failed and the goddess did not make her love Logan, she would have to pretend. She would have to convince Logan that she was his and that she loved him or Jack would be executed.
Sarie leaned back and closed her eyes as an unwanted wave of sexual bliss washed over her. Logan's mouth came down and drew a tight nipple into his mouth. She groaned and he nipped it sharply, causing pain and pleasure to surge down and and gather into a tight knot of heat and intense desire between her spread thighs.
"Sarie, what are you willing to sacrifice for your love?"
She was unable to move, yet she was unafraid and did not wish to escape the strange presence that was now with her. So, this was why Logan had gone perfectly still for several long moments. Perhaps those moments had been far longer in his mind than they had been in their natural reality, for she knew she was now in the same place Logan had been minutes earlier.
Sarie found herself kneeling on long waving grass before a large oak tree. Standing before her was a middle-aged woman, her long blonde hair blowing gently in the breeze. Her face was care-worn and tired, but her dark eyes were large and appeared friendly, even kind.
"Your loved one has appealed to me, Princess Sarie, and I am here. I'll listen to you both and you may yet retain each other in love; however, you must sacrifice for it."
Venora smiled and the smile was not unkind, but something about it sent icy shivers along Sarie's spine. Sarie did not see what was strange or unnerving about Venora's smile; perhaps it was the fact that the goddess knew she had Sarie, Jack, and Logan completely at her mercy.
"If you make the necessary sacrifices, then you must also allow me to exact my price from the one who Called me."
"Will you tell Jack and I what that punishment will be?" Sarie knew that in the eyes of the goddess Logan deserved punishment, but she hoped it would not be too terrible.
Venora shook her head, her intimidating smile not wavering.
"What are you willing to sacrifice for your Jack Swift?"
"Anything!" Sarie said vehemently. "Anything you want!"
"Then this will indeed be quite interesting, for he has vowed the same regarding you, Princess Sarie."
The goddess' previously kind eyes now glittered with a mixture of satisfaction and gloating.
"Then let us begin the 'negotiations' Princess Sarie."
"But I don't see Jack here!"
"Nor will you. You are both having a private conference with me and will discover the outcome when the ritual has been completed."
Sarie clenched her fists at her sides. "Then let us begin. I am ready."