<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Bravery seemed to slip away as fingers cradled her neck in a rough vice, and as the hold choked the air from her lips, so was she silenced. Fortune's eyes widened in shock and in horror, but in a more noticeable fashion, in confusion. Interactions like a seesaw, they went back and forth freely, each escalating until violence had been the only answer left between their pair. The Fae wanted him dead, but couldn't for the life of her figure out a way to accomplish such a feat. Having been unable to kill Chance the times she tried, Zeno was neigh impossible as well. She needn't really try to know for sure, having just used every ounce of her available energy to harm him, only to be met with his smiling features bloodied, but still intact. Woe was Fortune Vereaux, who now felt herself lifted more than she saw the action, lids closed to the darkness for fear of what might reside beyond where they had been.
It wasn't until she was flung into the miasma soaked glass that she gasped, cringing as waves of pain radiated through her abdomen and back like the ripples of a once still pool of water. He sent chills to her core when he threatened her because at the heart of all their banter and bickering, he was the one most likely to live up to his end of threats. Hers were air, were smoke, easily waved away when the time came to act - but Zeno? Oh, he was the soulless beast capable of things very few could pull off. He frightened Fortune and for good reason. It crossed her mind to curse his existence again, but the bindings formed and the oozing filth of the void chased away the rebellion from the fabric of her being. Maybe she could have kept her mouth shut and been in a better scenario, but there was no way to take back her mistakes. Not this late in the game.
All Fortune did was spit blood at his shoes when he followed in her wake. Zeno retorted by stripping her bare of her clothing. The dress was shredded and her undergarments followed suit, roughly torn away so she was nothing more than flesh stapled to the translucent wall of his abyssal energy. Even thrashing didn't stop him from touching her, hurting her as it were, nails embedding themselves into her abdomen to earn a guttural howl of agony from the ancient female. The tears were back in full force, fighting the cold as a pained torrent of warm saline streaked along tanned cheeks, staining them with frosted glaze. She met his icy orbs with her own and continued to try and seek answers, but it was as obvious as his monologue, and just as depressing.
Fae tasted good and Zeno had nothing better in his roster of prey to hunt than the Fae of Arcadia. One in particular, but until she was caught, Fortune was the victim to his gluttony.
"P-please-" Wounds and wheezing, Fortune tried to shake her head and earn some semblance of mercy from her captor. "Zeno-" But in usual fashion, he wasted no time after his array of snark to act on his threats. It was the jerk of her legs being lifted that stole a series of screams from the Fae.
"NO ZENO! NO!"
Again, too late.
Again, as he had once long ago done to her, Zeno violated that blood slick womanhood like the demon he was, even while she sobbed at the mere thought of his penetration. It wasn't even pain of his thickness forcing her wide open that brought out the sobs, but the idea such a monstrosity could get away with this sort of defilement. No one could hear her yelps or her whines as he rutted with her like an animal. No one was going to don their cape and fly in to save the day. As often was mentioned in times like these, life was cruel, and Zeno Ralin was proof that such cruelty had a name and a face. Her musculature tried to drive him out, but it couldn't push away that wicked cock no matter how it tried, and he held her hips firm while her upper body was restrained.
"Monster!" Fortune choked out through gritted teeth, suppressing the urge to growl and hiss as means to express her anger. It sat within her chest like a hot coal, threatening to burn it's way out of her body as he forced himself into her. Over and over he moved, and she couldn't help closing her eyes to it so not to see his satisfaction. Neither needed to admit that he won. Fortune felt the bitter defeat with every strike of his hips into hers, and every pump of his member between her tight, straining walls.
It wasn't until she was flung into the miasma soaked glass that she gasped, cringing as waves of pain radiated through her abdomen and back like the ripples of a once still pool of water. He sent chills to her core when he threatened her because at the heart of all their banter and bickering, he was the one most likely to live up to his end of threats. Hers were air, were smoke, easily waved away when the time came to act - but Zeno? Oh, he was the soulless beast capable of things very few could pull off. He frightened Fortune and for good reason. It crossed her mind to curse his existence again, but the bindings formed and the oozing filth of the void chased away the rebellion from the fabric of her being. Maybe she could have kept her mouth shut and been in a better scenario, but there was no way to take back her mistakes. Not this late in the game.
All Fortune did was spit blood at his shoes when he followed in her wake. Zeno retorted by stripping her bare of her clothing. The dress was shredded and her undergarments followed suit, roughly torn away so she was nothing more than flesh stapled to the translucent wall of his abyssal energy. Even thrashing didn't stop him from touching her, hurting her as it were, nails embedding themselves into her abdomen to earn a guttural howl of agony from the ancient female. The tears were back in full force, fighting the cold as a pained torrent of warm saline streaked along tanned cheeks, staining them with frosted glaze. She met his icy orbs with her own and continued to try and seek answers, but it was as obvious as his monologue, and just as depressing.
Fae tasted good and Zeno had nothing better in his roster of prey to hunt than the Fae of Arcadia. One in particular, but until she was caught, Fortune was the victim to his gluttony.
"P-please-" Wounds and wheezing, Fortune tried to shake her head and earn some semblance of mercy from her captor. "Zeno-" But in usual fashion, he wasted no time after his array of snark to act on his threats. It was the jerk of her legs being lifted that stole a series of screams from the Fae.
"NO ZENO! NO!"
Again, too late.
Again, as he had once long ago done to her, Zeno violated that blood slick womanhood like the demon he was, even while she sobbed at the mere thought of his penetration. It wasn't even pain of his thickness forcing her wide open that brought out the sobs, but the idea such a monstrosity could get away with this sort of defilement. No one could hear her yelps or her whines as he rutted with her like an animal. No one was going to don their cape and fly in to save the day. As often was mentioned in times like these, life was cruel, and Zeno Ralin was proof that such cruelty had a name and a face. Her musculature tried to drive him out, but it couldn't push away that wicked cock no matter how it tried, and he held her hips firm while her upper body was restrained.
"Monster!" Fortune choked out through gritted teeth, suppressing the urge to growl and hiss as means to express her anger. It sat within her chest like a hot coal, threatening to burn it's way out of her body as he forced himself into her. Over and over he moved, and she couldn't help closing her eyes to it so not to see his satisfaction. Neither needed to admit that he won. Fortune felt the bitter defeat with every strike of his hips into hers, and every pump of his member between her tight, straining walls.
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