Isabel cried into her purple satin sheets. Her life had just been scorched and torn apart. She had lost the her dear Elliot and it was by her command. True Logan had made her choose, but she still felt gut wrenching guilt. She didn't know how long she had cried, but she didn't care. She could cry for years for what happened on this day. She had always thought of her Elliot being together till death parted them, but death knocked on their door prematurely. Her eyes burned and her gut twisted and mangled itself. She wanted to die, wanted to end her life as did Elliot's, but she couldn't do it. She was too much of a coward to death, and didn't want to leave her twin brother alone in this crumbling kingdom. Her thoughts went to Logan, the man who had deemed Isabel accountable for Elliot's death. She gripped her sheets tightly in hands turning her already plan knuckles white. Why had he done this to her? She used to be close to her older brother, and he had only showed her compassion. Why did he torture in such a way? He said for experience, but why would she need such experience?! She was a princess not a warrior or knight. Her duty was to be loyal to her people and remain peaceful. Why did Logan show such cruelty? What had she done to him? Isabel may never know, but what did her life matter now? She had lost the one she cared and loved for the most. It was already very late and the sky had now turned raven black. A small ray from the moon shone through her window. She looked up from her sheets turning her head in the view of the silver light. Her crystal tears reflected off the beautiful light making her seem as though she was sparkling. She closed her eyes tightly and violently turned her head back. She gripped her sheets pulling at the fibers holding it together. Her door was slightly ajar causing Isabel to spring up from her bed. She brought her hand up to her chest fearing it was Logan.
"Sister?" Darien's voice called.
Isabel's eyes widened with relief, "D-Darien?"
Darien entered her room with a large satchel strapped onto his back. Isabel smiled sadly and ran to her brother taking him a hug, "Oh brother! I feel awful! I wish mother and father were here! I wish..."Isabel trailed off weeping into her brother's cotton shirt.
"Shh...Be calm sister. Shh..."Her brother whispered in her ear.
Isabel pulled away slightly, "Brother? Why do you carry a satchel and a sword?"
Darien gently pulled out of Isabel's grasp, and took her hands in his, "Listen to me very carefully sister. I love you deeply, and want to keep you safe-"
"Why are telling me what I already know?" Isabel questioned worried.
"Please listen, the kingdom has fallen to shambles and is sickly. We both know that Logan's rule is catastrophic. So, my sister, I must leave and join the rebellion."
Isabel's eyes widened, "What? No! No you can't! You can't leave me too! Don't leave me alone!"
"Please sister, try to understand. I need to do this for you and Albion. I promise I will return for you. I promise!" Darien said tightening his grip.
Isabel sobbed softly, "Don't break your promise! Come back for me! I beg you, come back! I can't lose you as well. If I did I..."
"Don't think of such thoughts. You aren't going to lose me, I will return and save Albion. I promise." He said kissing Isabel's forehead.
Isabel choked back her tears and nodded, "I will await your return, and I will not tell Logan of this meeting."
"Thank you, Isabel. I must go now, but I will you be back. Trust me." Darien slowly let Isabel's hand slip from his grip as he left her room.
Isabel still extended her hand towards the door. She was completely alone now. She curled fingers before bringing her arm back down to her side. She tried not to weep for Darien. She wanted to be strong for him. She shakily walked back to her bed laying herself down. She curled herself up wanting to shrink away. She kept her eyes firmly shut in fear of weeping once again. She slowly drifted into an uneasy slumber.
Isabel's brow furrowed before her eyes fluttered open. She had hoped that the events that had transpired where all just a horrific nightmare. That it was all a dark illusion, but it was not. It was real. Elliot was dead and her twin brother was gone. Isabel sat up and rapped her arms around her trembling form. She re-closed her eyes and bit her lip, not wanting to shed another tear. Instead she let out a desperate cry. A cry for love and comfort. A cry deprived of any positive emotion. Her let her hang low, defeated. Isabel wanted to wallow in her sadness forever, but she could not have such a privilege. She was still princess and had her duties. She got up from her bed and stripped herself of clothes. She did not bother on waiting for the maids to accompany her. She dressed herself in a large dark blue and grey dress with a silver and blue head-dress. Isabel lightly brushes through her dark auburn hair. A knock came from her door, she slightly turned her head to see a maid enter with a platter of food.
"M-Miss, I brought you your breakfast." The maid mumbled aware of Isabel's state.
"Oh...thank you." Isabel replied quietly. The maid placed the platter down at the small table before bowing and exiting the room. Isabel got up from her seat at her dresser and sat at the small wooden table. She picked up her fork and toyed with the food in front of her. She was in no mood for eating and felt sick to her stomach. She pushed the platter of food away and stood up. She walked to her large door stopping when her hand reached the silver doorknob. She desperately wanted to stay in the comfort and security of her room, but she could not. She swallowed the large lump in her throat and opened the door revealing the dark purple walls with blue and silver decor. She thought of heading to the garden, but decided against it. It would be too much for her to return there. She exhaled a bereaved breath of air before wandering down the halls.
Isabel tried her best to avoid everybody, taking paths that were rarely occupied by large numbers of people. She kept her head low to the ground watching her feet move right, left, right, left, ri- "Did you hear the news?" A maid whispers softly to a male servant.
"No, what has happened?"
"This young prince is gone! Along with the warrior Walter!"
Isabel gasped quietly. Walter had gone too?
"Really? Is the princess still remaining? After all that happened yesterday..."
"No, she's still here. My co-worker just delivered her breakfast. She looked awful like a husk!"
"The poor dear...but the King must be furious! His own blood has betrayed him along with his advisor!"
"I know! The guards seem really on edge, the King must be raged-"They stop talking when they notice Isabel standing a few feet away from them. The two quickly disperse without another word nor a glance towards Isabel. Isabel watched the two scurry away, unsure of what to make of the conversation she overheard. She turned her head forward-looking down at her feet once more. Walter was gone with her brother? Darien was serious about the rebellion. She sighed deeply trying to calm herself down. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to get the chill off her spine.
"Your grace?" She felt a firm grasp on her shoulder. She lightly jumped at the touch and turned her head.
"Y-Yes?"
"His majesty requests your presence in the war room." Isabel's breath hitched in her throat as her eyes grew wide. She slowly shook her head no.
"I'm sorry your grace, but he gave me strict orders to bring you to him."
Isabel broke from his grasp and backed away from him, "No...I don't want to see my brother! Tell him no!"
The guard stepped closer to Isabel, "Sorry your grace." He grasped her wrist tightly, "His majesty won't allow me to return empty-handed." He pulled Isabel through the halls.
"N-No! Let me go at once!'' Isabel struggled to no avail. She stood no chance against the large guard dragging her to her brother. Isabel was fragile and weak and couldn't get away. She would have to face her older brother once more. She stood in front of the large doors, she shook uncontrollably and the guard noticed. He looked down at her hesitating to knock on the door. He shook his head slightly before placing a firm knock at door.
"Yes?" Logan's distressed voice call from the room.
"I have the princess here your majesty."
"Good good. Bring her to me."
Isabel breathed deeply but quietly as the guard opened the door. Logan stood at the war map with his back turned towards them. The guard pulled Isabel in the room after him.
"Leave us." Logan ordered. The guard released Isabel's hand and bowed before leaving Isabel and Logan alone. Isabel trembled and looked off to the side not wanting to see her brother. Logan turned to face her. His dark eyes scanned her up and down, "Come closer, sister." He requested softly. Isabel did not move, she stood still not looking at him. "Come closer." He ordered firmly causing Isabel to flinch. She shakily walked up to him still refusing to look at him. Her hands shook furiously and she was on the verge of tears. Logan roughly put his hand on her chin forcing her to look into his eyes. Isabel wimped at his touch. "Why do you tremble, Isabel? You are no longer a child." He said before letting go of her face and circling the war map. "No, you are certainly no child." He said examining her from head to toe running his hand across the gold rim of map. "Do you fear me, Isabel?" He questioned standing behind her taking a strand of her hair in-between his fingers. Isabel did not answer him. "Do you, Isabel?" He whispered huskily in her ear. Isabel's stiffened at hearing the tone her brother had just used. Logan lightly kissed her earlobe.
"Brother?" Isabel choked out. Logan stepped in front of her sad slowly stroked her cheek. Isabel's eyes grew wide. She looked into Logan's eyes. She saw something completely different from his usually stone stare. His eyes were darker, needier, hungrier. Logan brought his lips to her neck, "Do you fear me Isabel?" He questioned her again. "Hmm?" He hummed against her pale skin. Isabel remained silent with eyes as wide as the moon. He gently began kissing her collar bone. Isabel let small moans emit from her lips. Logan slipped one hand around her waist bringing her closer to him. Isabel moved her neck to the side trying to escape his touch, but only gave him more access to her neck. He trailed his kisses up her neck to her ear. "My precious Isabel." He whispered alluringly. He push her face back to center with his index finger. He was inches away from her flushed face. She felt his warm breath brush against her soft pink lips. There was no trace of rum nor whisky. Intoxication was not the reason for his actions. Isabel felt his lips collide with hers. Her eyes widened greatly as his closed. She was being kissed by her brother. His kiss was passionate and full of bent up emotion. His lips were coarse but fit perfectly with Isabel's soft ones. Isabel was stunned unable to move. She screamed at herself to move, to pull away from this vile act. But her body did not respond. She whimpered when she felt his tongue intrude her mouth. Her legs began to cave in and she felt faint running threw her body. Logan placed a hand on the back of her head bringing the two even closer. His tongue roamed her mouth with force and desperation. Isabel could not breathe and her fingers strained and spread apart. Logan pulled away from the kiss causing Isabel to gasp and cough, lightly grabbing her throat. She trembled and looked back up at Logan, "B-Bother...you..." She could barely speak and her mind was bombarded by thoughts and feelings. Logan only brought her close to him once more and readied himself to claim her lips again. "N-No!" Isabel broke away.
Logan looked at his sister with an unemotional stare. "T-This is wrong, brother! We cannot do such things! We are siblings!" Isabel argued hopping to snap Logan out of this state of mind.
"It matters not about our blood. Such things were very common." He took her in his arms bringing her face close to his, "All that matters, my precious Isabel, is that I want you and will have you." he sealed their lips together before Isabel could protest. He attacked her lips furiously and roughly. Isabel tried to push against him and break away, "B-Brothe-hmm! Sto-hmm! Stop!" She managed to mumble thought his kisses. Logan did not listen or did not hear her pleas for he kissed her with increasing force. Isabel struggled to break free of his hold, but he was much stronger than her. Se couldn't believe what was happening. Her own brother was kissing her and touching her in such ways a man does to a woman. Logan threw Isabel onto the war map. She let out a yelp as she landed roughly and the plastic figures placed there. She slowly propped herself on her elbows. What she saw terrified her. Logan stood before her with the look of a wild animal. He spread her legs, despite her protest, and placed himself in-between them. "S-Sto-" He cut off her plea with his lips. He leaned forward kissing her with urgency tangling his hand in her long hair. He ran his unoccupied hand up her waist to her plumb breasts. He gently grasped one rubbing his thumb over her tender clothed nipple. Isabel let out a strained moan at the foreign touch. She felt his erection growing against her inner thigh. She knew she was getting into a very serious problem. Logan pull back from the kiss, much to Isabel's relief. But that relief was soon replaced with panic when Logan firmly grasped her dress in his hand. He tore it off her revealing her undergarments. "No!" Isabel yelled. He tore the her undergarments to shreds living her only in her laced underwear. Isabel sobbed embarrassed and turned away from her brother's peering eyes. Logan ran up hand up her curves, "You are perfect Isabel. Just how I imagined you would look." Isabel bit her lip at his comment. Logan leaned back in, but instead of reclaiming her lips he look her nibble in his mouth. Isabel gasped at the feeling of his teeth gently nip it. Logan moved his one hand slowly down her stomach down to clothed womanhood. Isabel's eyes widen, "N-No! Not there!" she begged. Logan gently pushed at her folds. Isabel closed her eyes tightly and moaned at his touch. His tongue massaged her nipple as his finger pushed away her laced underwear. "No...!" Isabel cried. She felt his finger stroke her softly. She felt an unfamiliar burning sensation build up in the loin. She squirmed at the feelings and pleasure he was giving her. She arched her back the sensation built up and up. Logan roughly bite her nipple causing her to moan loudly. His strokes became more frequent and more intense. "W-What..." Isabel moaned unsure of the burning she was experiencing. In a flash the sensation exploded engulfing her body in a shudder. Her back fell to the war map and her breathing was slow and deep. Logan pulled away from her and smirked softly at her face. Isabel now realized that she had experienced an orgasm. Her first orgasm and it was because of her brother. Isabel was too exhausted that Logan had stripped of his clothing and was placing himself in between her legs again. Isabel weakly sat up and widened her eyes before averting them to the side. She was ashamed to have seen her brother nude. She felt him slide off her laced underwear, "I nearly forgot, you're a virgin." Isabel shifted her eyes towards him. "I can finally change that now." He remarked darkly positioning himself. Isabel gasped loudly, "No! Logan! You can't do that! Anything but that!" Isabel thrashed her legs trying to prevent him from penetrating her. Logan violently grabbed her hips and straighten them with a tight hold. Isabel tried to move her hips, but was unable to break Logan's grip, "Please! We cannot do this! Your my brother!" Isabel tried to reason with him.
"You see me as your older brother when we are in the public eye. But when are alone you see me as a man. You will no longer love me as a brother, but as a woman loves...A MAN!" And with that he murdered Isabel's purity. Isabel gasped with wide eyes feeling his entire member pierce her purity at once. She arched her neck feeling her tight walls trying to expand. Logan did not give her the benefit of letting her adjust, he immediately began to pound into her purity. She felt her broken hymen seep down her inner thigh. Her eyes burned with tears, never feeling such pain before in her life. She felt like she was being ripped in two. His trusts were violent and rough, full of pent-up lust. With each trust he attacked and ravished her body. Isabel wanted to scream at the pain in the lower region but was only able to let of cries of pain. Logan gripped her hips harder bringer her closer on him. Isabel cringed at this action and let out a cry. "S-Sto-ahh! Sto-p! It-ah! Hu-ahhh!rts! She cried pushing at his arms. Logan moaned gruffly, lost in his lust and passion. He continued to attack her purity with force, never once slowly his pace. "Pl-Please ahh! Tak-ohh! Take it ugh...! out!" Isabel pleaded desperately. Logan instead increased his pace, thrusting faster into her. Isabel shut her eyes tightly and let out a moan. Her body was beginning to adjust to his member inside of her. She felt the pain slowly start to diminish and pleasure took its place. Her first sexual encounter, and it was provided by her brother. "Ahh! Ahh! L-Logan ahhh!" Isabel felt awful moaning out her brother name during sex. She grasped his arms tightly, not wanting to feel the pleasure he was giving her. He was grunting, moaning, and groaning as continued to push himself into her, shredding away and purity she had left. "Lo-ahhh! Logan...! It feels...ahhh!" His composure long gone as his hair fell into his face and his grunts increased. He leaned over fully onto Isabel causing her breasts to be pushed against his chest, "I have always...ugh! found you attractive, Isabel." he breathed into her ear. Isabel shut her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side. "Seeing you..ahhh! Like this...uggh! Being one with..uggh you...! Is a ahhh...dream come true." Isabel whimpered at his words, tears still burning her eyes. "Ahh...! oohh!" She moaned as the burning sensation returned stronger than the one before. "As your king you will obey me...ahhh...as your superior you will follow me...uggh...and as your lover-ahh! you will come to me when I call upon you...uggh!" "Y-Your uggh duty as princess is to serve..ahhh! the royal court. But as a lover ugh...you will serve only me...!" Logan moaned huskily into her ear. Isabel withered at his words and thrusts. The sex she was having was becoming unbearable. Logan leaned back up and took one her legs putting it over his shoulder. "Ahhh!" Isabel moaned out as his access to her womanhood widened. He thrusted into her like a wild animal to its mate. He was rough and controlling, wanting her to feel every bit of him inside her. She felt his manhood throb against her tight walls. Isabel knew he was dangerously close to his peak. "I-Isabel..."He moaned out. Isabel panicked knowing he had reached his limit, "Loooh! Logan...! Take uggh! it out...! Don-don't do it in-ahhh-side!" Isabel breathed out inbetween moans. Logan ignored her pleas increasing his pace once more and grinned against her fiercely. "Logan I..LO-LOGANN AHHH!'' Isabel arched her back as her loins burst with warm sensations causing her to climax onto him. Logan let out a large groan "You belong to me, Isabel! You hear me! Me alone! No man can ever touch you again! You are mine completely! Body and soul!". Logan exclaimed throwing his head back. Her eyes widened as she felt him release himself into her. The warm sticky substance rushed through her loin. Logan thrusted a few more times before completely collapsing onto her. Their breathing was rough and quickly. Isabel's legs twitch slightly at the sensation she had just experienced. Logan removed himself from her causing Isabel to cringe. She felt his release seep out of here and down her thighs. She body shook with shock. She had just been raped by her brother and had released inside her despite her protests. The tears had stopped flowing from her eyes, but stained her cheeks. Logan pulled himself off of her and exhaled deeply putting his clothes back on. Isabel could not move she didn't want to believe what had happened. Her brother...her brother had been her first time. Her brother caused her first orgasm. Her brother, who had forced to her condemn her lover to die, had taken her purity.
well...this chapter was interest! yes there was a forced lemon in it. I hope you enjoy this chapter!