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When she wakes up, the first thing Rory notices is a pounding headache. She dimly remembers hearing noises behind her before everything went dark, and from the way her head feels now, she can only guess that someone managed to sneak up on her, hitting her over the head with something heavy. With a low groan, she tries to get her bearings when the sound of heavy footsteps right next to her catches her attention.
"She wakes, finally," comes a voice from above, and despite her headache, her eyes fly wide open. She knows that voice, has heard it before. Right at that moment, someone crouches in front of her, a hand reaching for her hair and pulling harshly. Rory hisses at the sting, her fangs bared as her head is forcefully tilted back, and she looks into piercing blue eyes.
"You will do nicely," Zenos says as he regards her coldly. "A fine piece of bait to attract my prey. And much easier to catch off-guard, too, it seems."
Rory's heart starts to race, knowing she's in deep trouble. Even if she's not the one he is actually after. "Word has been sent that you are my captive already. Now, all we have to do is wait, perhaps find a way to not let boredom take us."
"Fuck you," Rory hisses, trying to twist out of his grasp enough so she can kick him, and at first, it almost feels like she can succeed.
She twirls around, her foot aiming for his stomach, but she is in plain clothing while he wears something much studier, and with her slightly awkward angle, she can't put her full force behind the kick. Zenos simply laughs at her, not even fazed much by her defiance, and a moment later, he moves.
For such a large man, he is astonishingly fast, is all Rory can think before his hand closes around her throat, and he lifts her effortlessly. For a moment, he just holds her up by the neck, his arm outstretched as he gives her a scrutinizing look. Rory's hands cling to his wrist, and her legs flail, trying to kick him again, but she can't even reach him like this.
"Fighting you like this would provide poor sport," he muses, and then his eyes wander over her, and the corner of his mouth turns up into a lazy half-smile. "But there are other ways you could entertain me while we wait for your would-be rescuer."
Something cold runs down her back as she instantly knows what he means, and with a growl, she tries to embed her nails into his arm.
"In your dreams," Rory hisses, but even with all her anger, Zenos doesn't seem impacted at all. Instead, he pulls her closer, his hand tightening around her neck until she almost chokes.
"Yes," he murmurs with an eerie glint in his eyes. "Keep fighting, keep it interesting, will you?"
His lips clash against hers, and Rory cries out angrily before her instincts take over. Her teeth are sharp, and she bits mercilessly, but it doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, the added taste of blood only excites him further, and with a growl, he deepens the kiss. When he draws back, his smile is stained red with blood and terrifyingly wide.
Before she can react, he turns her around and bends her over a nearby table, holding her down by the neck as his other hand rips open her clothes, tearing piece after piece off her without any regard.
"Let us see if you are as sturdy as you are ferocious."
Rory tries to bat his hands off, but to no avail. He lifts her slightly to get the torn pieces of clothes off her before he slams her back down and kicks her legs apart. The table's surface is smooth, giving her no purchase to get a grip to push back, and Rory lets out an undignified noise as his other hand runs up the inside of her leg. Zenos' fingers spread open her folds, and for a moment, he does nothing else. An angry flush is on her face as she realizes he is simply looking at her this intimately while she is in such a vulnerable position, but her renewed struggle still doesn't faze him.
Zenos doesn't take things slow. Without warning, he pushes three of his large fingers inside her and Rory howls. She isn't prepared for this, and Zenos doesn't seem to care if this is in any way comfortable for her. He pushes and pushes, fingers dragging against her walls until he is as deep as he can go.
"You are very small," he says simply, not an ounce of compassion in his voice as he adds, "This will hurt you." A second later, he takes his hand back, and lets go of her neck. He reaches for one of Rory's writs and plainly guides her hand between her own legs. "If you don't want to be ripped apart, I suggest you get yourself ready. You have until I'm done undoing my armor."
Rory's first instinct is to jump back and try to fight him again, but as if he knows what's going on in her mind, Zenos suddenly bends over her back.
"This is my only concession. Try to get off this table, and I shall simply break every bone in your body before we try this again."
She isn't one to ever give in to threats easily, but from her earlier struggle, Rory knows one thing - she is outmatched. She clenches her eyes shut, grinding her teeth together as she considers her options. She can try and keep fighting and reap the consequences, or she can try to get through this mostly unscathed. Her pride wants the former, but she knows the latter is the only true choice.
When Zenos leans back, and she starts hearing the unmistakable sound of buckles being undone and armor pieces shed, Rory swallows before she lets her fingers slide in between her folds, touching herself. It's the opposite of an enticing mood, but she knows how to get her body to react. Anything to ease the way for what will undoubtedly be a challenge in any case. She twists slightly, looking behind herself where Zenos is undoing his pants, and from the bulge alone, she can tell that he is big. A small sigh escapes her at her own touch, but he doesn't pause to look at her. When he finally frees his cock Rory knows no preparation on her part has her truly ready for this, but she keeps touching herself, willing her body to give in just a little bit in the hope of not having him break her. And then Zenos is back behind her, hand roaming over her back and her ass, spreading her apart and once again looking at her. Hastily, Rory takes her hand back, reaching for the edge of the table to hold on to something as he takes his cock and drags the head over her entrance.
"A beast with some self-preservation," he hums, satisfaction brimming in his voice. "Now, I hope you will not turn out to be a disappointment, girl."
It's the only warning she gets before he pushes, and all Rory can do is scream in shock. She is at least a little bit wet from her own touch, but it almost doesn't seem to matter. Zenos is huge, and once again, he gives her no chance to adjust in any way as he enters her in one long and rough thrust. Rory has never taken anyone this big, and for a moment, it feels like he is truly tearing her asunder. It's almost surreal when he starts to move, and she can barely breathe under the onslaught. Her knuckles turn white from her tight grip on the table, but when he thrusts into her again, underneath all the pressure and the feeling of being stretched wide, there is something else. It takes her a few moments to realize it, but each time he fills her, she feels it more keenly. Pleasure, twisted and wrapped around the humiliation of being taken like this. This shouldn't feel good, but with every thrust, he hits something deep and carnal inside her, turning her pained grunts into embarrassed moans.
Zenos' hand is in her hair again, grabbing her ponytail and pulling until Rory has to arch her back.
"Perhaps I'll keep you," he manages between groans, snapping his hips against her at a fast pace now before he grabs her tail and pulls harshly. "You're not the beast I long to face in battle, but perhaps one that would make a decent pet."
His words spark fury running through her like fire, but right at that moment, he buries himself deep inside her with a growl. Rory nearly chokes on the air she needs for breathing as her orgasm hits her out of nowhere, and with a cry, she comes, clenching around his twitching cock as she feels him filling her with his hot seed. For a few seconds, her vision turns almost white, and she desperately gasps for air. She can feel some of his release trickling down her legs, but Zenos is still inside of her, and he is still hard. He starts to move again, the passage now much slicker than before, but it doesn't take away from how massive he feels between her legs at all.
"So responsive." Zenos hums in satisfaction. "Yes, I think a nice collar and a leash will do nicely for you. We have plenty of time to break you in before the hero of the hour arrives." He pulls on her tail again, and the noise that leaves her is an embarrassing mix of a pained grunt and a clearly pleasurable moan. She should have kept fighting earlier - Rory knows that now - before she had given in for her own comfort, but when he picks up his pace again, filling her mercilessly over and over again, she can no longer hold on to that thought, knowing that whenever rescue might arrive, it might already be too late for her.