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W-what?
The first thing the Warrior of Light noticed was the ringing in her ears and pain in her head. Her eyelids felt like they'd been glued together with grime, and she could feel what felt like an assortment of dirt and small rocks clinging to her left cheek, as well as the cold, hard surface of stone on her back.
Slowly, wearily, she willed her eyes to open, gaze meeting the cloudy night sky and confusion flitting across her face. She screwed her eyes shut again as she attempted to recall the most recent of events.
Yugiri. She had been with Yugiri.... and... Lyse? They had ambushed Zenos and his party and then...
Then what?
The Warrior of Light gently wiggled her fingers, as if to ensure she still had use of her extremities, before shifting her hands beneath her to allow her to sit up and rub her temples in an attempt to help soothe the throbbing ache in her head.
"Ahh, she finally awakes."
The Warrior's eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed forward and her mouth pressed thin, ready to spit out an assortment of insults at the owner of that all too familiar voice. How had she lost consciousness when he was around? A blow to the head? Some sort of magic..? She had no memory of any such thing.
Zenos knelt in front of her, as one would if they were tending to a fallen friend. Unlike a friend, however, there was no concern on his face, only that same coy smile he always wore.
The Warrior of Light kicked at the floor, frantically trying to put some distance between herself and the villain that stood over her. As she introduced some distance between herself and Zenos, she observed that they were alone, and her blood ran cold, aches and pains forgotten.
"Where are they!?" she demanded, her kicking coming to an abrupt halt, her back hammering into a cold stone wall. "What have you done with them!?"
"Who?" Zenos replied, amusement dripping from his tongue. "Oh, your allies? I did nothing to them, I merely escorted us a little out of the way."
" I... what ?"
"They're probably searching for you as we speak, but no matter, I've taken us far enough out of the way that they won't find us."
He paused.
"Or hear you."
A sly smile played on his lips.
The Warrior of Light sat in stunned silence for a few moments, craning her ears for sounds of friend or foe. It dawned on her then that she had no idea where she was, nor had she checked. She briefly glanced around, and noted that they were still in Doma. He hadn't taken her that far. Maybe there was a chance her allies would find her despite what he said, though the silence had her hopes quickly fading, anxiety rising to take its place.
She sat at the far end of the courtyard to a run down and clearly abandoned manor. Though the walls and paving still seemed relatively intact, small cracks littered the stone slabs, and the ornamental decor that adorned the roof and walls had long since faded from the sun.
Zenos stepped forward, armor rubbing against armor with each footfall, abruptly closing the space the Warrior of Light had put between them. He could smell her. The fear coursing through her veins, the anger and hatred that filled her with a seething rage, it lit a fire within him. A desire to beat from her the spite, the anger, the hatred, until she was a fearful, shaking, husk.
He exhaled slowly, trying to quell the flames of desire that licked at his soul, and knelt in front of the Warrior of Light.
Not yet .
The glare she gave him was delightful, exhilarating , and so was the knowledge that she was thinking so very hard about how she would escape. She wouldn't, but she didn't know that yet.
Zenos lifted his finger, and brushed the cold metal against her jaw.
The Warrior of Light flinched, and her arm shot up to knock away the intruder, hissing when her swat at his arm failed to deter his touch. She yanked her jaw away from his hand, and shifted, trying to squeeze her body to the side, away from her assailant.
"We can't have that."
A sickening thud, and half of her vision went black, ears ringing, the metal covered fist that now made contact with her cheek pushing half her face up against the wall. The Warrior of Light knew that Zenos had pulled his punch, and wondered at the why of it, but her head spun from the force of it regardless.
Taking advantage of her now dizzied state, Zenos grabbed her by her cheeks, squishing the flesh between his armored fingers. Cold, hard metal pinched at her skin as she glared at him, hands having swiftly resumed clawing at his armor, trying to push him away. Yes, that hatred, that defiance, was exactly what he had wanted to see. What he wanted to destroy. The thought of it made his blood run hot, pooling between his legs. He pushed his thumb against her lips, pressing firmly against her resistance, rubbing harshly back and forth across the soft flesh until he broke skin, causing her to cry out in surprise, and using the opportunity to force his digit into her mouth. He pressed the metal down on her tongue, forcing his claw in as far as it would go.
The Warrior of Light bit down at the intrusion, scowling, but could not get at the flesh, covered in armor as it were. With her teeth she searched for a weak point, and found wanting, choosing to now direct her strength to her arms, clawing and pushing at her assailant.
"Tsk, savage."
Zenos carefully replaced his thumb with his forefinger, moving carefully so as not to allow the Eorzean to clench her teeth once more. He ran his finger slowly all the way to the knuckle, pressing firmly against her tongue as he did so, causing her to choke and gag, her scowl and resistance still not letting up.
With his mouth, Zenos pried off the armored glove on his other hand, and ran his bare fingers along the other's cheek, his touch snaking down her neck and to her collarbone, where it grabbed at the front of her clothes. The Warrior of Light hissed with animosity, her hands moving from the arm that intruded her mouth to the one now grabbing at her clothes, attempting to pry them off her.
Zenos smirked at her feeble attempts. She was far from weak, truly she was far stronger than most he had faced, and yet she was not strong enough to fight off his advances. But still, he relished her struggle, for it made the fire within him burn brighter.
In one swift motion, Zenos pulled forward on her upper garments and small clothes both, simultaneously tearing them down the middle and pulling the Warrior of Light forward and further onto his finger, eliciting both more delightful noises from her and more furious attempts to remove herself from beneath his touch.
That same familiar smile played on the Garlean's lips as he cupped his hand over the Eorzean's breast, his finger trailing, circling, over the mottled flesh at its center. He pulled his finger from her mouth and shifted the gloved hand lower, wrapping it carefully around her neck, delighted in how perfectly it fit between his thumb and forefinger.
"You're the savage!" The Warrior of Light growled, her mouth now free to retort as she wished. Her gaze seething with hatred, she spat at the other, who only chuckled, her animosity setting his blood alight.
He squeezed at her throat, watching as she struggled both for the privilege of breathing, and to escape his grasp, her scowl only letting up when her eyes starting to droop, darkness feathering at the edges of her vision. At once he loosened his grip, and her eyes opened wide in a sudden wave of returned alertness, just before he pinched and twisted abruptly at the small protrusion on her chest, earning a jarring cry of pain.
Having earned the reaction he desired, the Garlean snaked his hand over her stomach to her lower garments, and, pushing firmly against her neck with his other hand, pulled downwards, ridding her of her remnants of dignity in one swift motion. He gazed at the wetness between her legs and almost laughed.
"You would call me the savage?"
The Warrior of Light did not respond, her scowl briefly softening into something like humiliation before returning with more force. She squeezed her thighs shut, and grabbed at her tattered upper clothes, trying to shield herself from his gaze.
Zenos placed his armored hand on her thigh and squeezed aggressively, the tips of his armor digging into her supple flesh, breaking the skin. Small beads of redness emerged below his gauntlet as he pushed against her struggling, squeezing the armored hand between her thighs and pulling, prying her legs back open.
The Eorzean made no sound as Zenos ran the tip of his gauntlet along her wetness, toying with the gentle folds of skin, delighted and amused at the same time. Of course she was getting off to this. He shifted, positioning himself so that his still armored knee now sat between her legs, barring her from returning them to their closed position, and pulled off the remaining glove. He ran his free hand up the length of her thigh before returning it to the wetness between her legs, fingers now prying deeper into their warmth.
In one abrupt motion, Zenos pushed two fingers into the other, forcing a cry to escape from her lips, her fists balling up, legs now feebly kicking in an attempt to escape. Zenos bent his fingers, moving quickly for a few seconds, his thumb pressing up against the sensitive bead of nerves before he abruptly pulled out, eliciting yet another gasp.
The Garlean wiped the wetness on his fingers off onto the Warrior of Light's thigh, and wrapping his hand around them, pulling downwards so that she was now laying on her back, her head the only thing propped against the wall. He pushed up off the ground, bringing himself into a standing position and, wasting no time, planted his foot on top of her chest.
He fidgeted with the armor at his crotch and finally freed himself, his length bouncing free from its confines after having sat there tortuously for so long, itching to be let out. He ran his hand over his length a few times, stoking the flames of his arousal, as he stared down at the savage below him, struggling to breath under the weight of his foot. Her fight had weakened somewhat and Zenos wondered why, though he did not dwell on the question for long.
The Eorzean stared up at him, at his length and his size, and fear flitted across her face momentarily, before returning to a scowl, her fight returning with newfound strength. She scolded herself for having reacted so openly, and hoped that he had not seen her falter.
Zenos removed his foot from the other and knelt down, cupping her cheek, running a finger along her jawline, before gripping at the roots of her hair and pulling her from her splayed position on the floor into a kneel. He simultaneously brought his knee into contact with her stomach, and slammed her head back against the wall, prying a cough and a wheeze from her mouth, and using the parting of her lips to force his length into her mouth, her throat.
He delighted in the choking and gagging that fell from her lips as he fucked her throat, relishing in the knowledge that his girth was so wide that the Warrior of Light would be incapable of even attempting to close her jaw. As he yanked her head over his length her hands shifted to the area of skin just above his cock, nails digging in and pushing, a feeble attempt at fighting the intrusion, and one that the Garlean found truly delicious.
Zenos thrust a few times into her throat, wrenching her head downwards with each upwards push and savoring the gags that escaped her lips with every tug, before pulling out, leaving her coughing and gasping for air, her seething gaze having returned. He merely smiled, and scooped her up off the floor, squirming and thrashing in his grip, before placing her back down on her front.
He knelt behind her, and pulled at the Warrior of Light's hips, such that her backside were now raised in the air in front of him. In response to her humiliating placement, the Warrior kicked and clawed at the floor, and Zenos placed his heavy hand on the nape of her neck, pinning her to the ground, reveling in how her fight weakened as she struggled to breath beneath his grip.
With his free hand he squeezed at her thigh, so firmly that the skin began to turn white, and ran his fingers along her wetness, slipping in two fingers, and then a third, delighting in the frustrated mewls that escaped her lips as he explored inside her, reaching deeper and deeper, twisting, turning, and brushing up against her warmth.
Once sufficiently convinced he had worked her open as far as was possible, Zenos' hand withdrew from her slick confines and returned to his length, stroking it as he rubbed the tip against her sex. He knew regardless of his ministrations beforehand penetration would be... difficult... and yet the thought of her struggling in pain beneath him, his cock buried deep within her, shot excitement up his spine like a knife.
Zenos shifted, placing the tip of his cock against the Warrior of Light's entry before bucking his hips, earning a sharp cry of pain from the one below him and several more as he thrust further, forcing himself deeper and deeper into the other with each thrust until he was fully sheathed, her breath coming out in short puffs.
The Warrior of Light kicked and struggled in response to the intrusion, crying out in the tearing agony she felt, the scowl on her face fading rapidly, replaced by a fleeting expression of panic, of pain. She dearly wanted to beg him to stop, but bit her lip, steeling herself to avoid tears welling up in her eyes.
You can't let him win.
The Garlean growled with pleasure as her wetness squeezed and constricted his cock, relishing the writhing and struggling of the Eorzean beneath him. As he thrust he felt her shudder, her body shivering beneath him in response to the sharp pain he was causing, losing its edge. And yet, he could see the anger and hatred still on her face, though it had weakened significantly.
As he continued to take that which he desired, that which he deserved , he ran a finger over her ass and circled around it, earning a sharp inhale from the one below him.
"N-No!"
He smirked, and pressed downwards, forcing open the small ring of muscle, bidding it let in his finger.
"N-NO! Please not that!"
Ah, there it was. The begging he so longed to hear. He was winning. Her fight was fading, her will breaking. The Garlean paid no mind to the protests of the Eorzean below him, and continued to pry inwards with his finger, his thrusts not slowing. He luxuriated in the cries of pain that he tore from her lips as he bent and twisted his finger against the walls of muscle, the knowledge that likely none had ever violated her in this way causing him to shudder with twisted satisfaction.
"P-Please stop, please!!"
Zenos squeezed in a second finger, earning a desperate and pitiful cry from the one below him, and drawing even more from her lips when he moved, spreading his fingers apart, hooking them, probing the soft, warm walls of her ass.
Slowly he inserted in a third finger, the Eorzean beneath him yelling profanities and cursing at him in between cries of pain. He stretched his fingers, watching as the Warrior of Light balled her fists and kicked at the ground, as if it would somehow alleviate the pain. And then pulled backwards, earning a cry of relief as he removed both his cock and his fingers from her, though the hand pinning her headfirst into the ground remained.
He gazed at her as she exhaled, trying desperately to collect herself, and smirked as he saw the anger flash across her face again, this time with a far more seething hatred behind them. Just as she opened her mouth to cuss him out, he shifted, pressing the tip of his length up against her asshole, amused by how quickly the anger left her face, replaced by panic.
"N-No, please, please I beg you. Do-don't. I-I can't take it."
Zenos smiled, his cock twitching in need, a tide of arousal crashing over him as he listened to her whimpering and pleading.
"Come now, begging does not become you."
He violently bucked his hips, sinking the tip of his cock into the one below him and wrenching a scream of pain from her throat. With each subsequent thrust, he forced more of himself into her, a scream accompanying each one.
His grip on her neck let up, confident that despite clawing at the ground in a pitiful attempt to escape the intrusion, she would not be going anywhere. The Garlean moved his hands to her waist, nails digging violently into her soft, supple flesh. He pulled her into him with every thrust, leaning over her back with his towering form and nibbling at the nape of her neck.
He shifted one hand to her breast, and twisted at the mottled perky flesh in the center again, though now he could not discern whether her screams of pain were in response to the twist or to his intrusion. Zenos squeezed at her flesh, closing his eyes to revel in the moment, thinking back briefly at the tide of arousal he felt when she had begged and pleaded. The chorus of her screams had his skin tingling, the tension in his stomach coming to a head as he sped up and buried his cock completely within her, his hands squeezing into her flesh with each convulsion.
He lay still for a moment, his shrinking length still in her, gasping, recomposing himself, when he noticed the Warrior of Light had fallen silent, her form shivering slightly below him. He glanced down and noticed the trail of tears on her face, and couldn't help but smile. He had finally broken her defiance. He ran a finger along her cheek, wiping at the tears.
"Don't cry. It's so unbecoming of my little beast."
He pulled himself out of her, his cock covered in a mixture of his essence and blood, and grabbed at the Warrior of Light's discarded clothes, using them to mop up the mess she had made.
The Eorzean didn't move, her body lying limp, tears still streaming silently down her face as Zenos scooped her up in his arms.
"Come, my broken beast.. I doubt your fires have been fully extinguished yet, and nothing excites me more than the idea of dousing them completely."
The Warrior was silent, gazing blankly up at the golden haired Garlean who now held her, the armor he wore on his arms sticking into her naked flesh uncomfortably. She wondered briefly where he was taking her, stars starting to dance across her vision. From somewhere distant she felt her mind screaming at her to flee, to escape, but darkness tugged at her, and she felt her consciousness fading rapidly, unable to resist its call.