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"I didn't expect you to be so... large." Alina's voice carried a smooth lilt, simple with curiosity and not a hint of malice. "I guess I've never really seen a knight of the Therran Order up close before."
Alina's fingertips stroked softly across the curve of Khara's shoulder, the touch almost whisperingly reverent. A growl rumbled low in Khara's throat, muted by the thick, twisted band of cloth forced around her mouth. This queen had no right to touch her. If her hands weren't bound so severely at the base of her spine–if that oaf-faced idiot of a guard weren't standing so close by, her white-knuckled fingers wrapped stupidly tightly around the handle of her sword–Khara would already be tearing at the queen's throat. The guard flinched, and Khara turned the hellfire in her eyes towards the nearly trembling girl, hardly old enough to even be in that uniform. Alina seemed to pay this no mind, her fingertips tracing the tensely coiled muscles at the back of Khara's shoulder with an appreciative hum.
"I never understood why my husband was so resistant to appointing a legion of female knights," she mused softly. "Your battalion fought bravely, Lady Khara. You've wrought much devastation on our armies."
The feral sound in Khara's throat dropped an octave, making the hair stand up on the too young guard's arm. Alina's fingers stroked upward, over the back of Khara's neck and into the kneeling woman's jaggedly short hair. The queen rubbed the fierce knot holding the knight's gag in place, her touch still so gentle, entirely unafraid.
"We have Sila," she continued, her voice still carrying that unaffected, soft lilt.
Khara stiffened.
"She survived the assault too. Brave girl." Alina paused, a smile ghosting across her face as she traced the kneeling woman's cheek along the edge of the cloth gag. "She begged in the dungeon, but she didn't give up any information. My husband will keep her there until our army deals with your queen."
Khara knew she should be concerned about the assault brewing against her country, but her mind was fixated on the other part of Alina's statement. Sila was in the dungeons.
Khara's eyes closed, picturing her lover's body hanging limply from the shackles around her wrists. She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to block it out. The thought of Sila screaming as the whip cracked across her body made bile rise in Khara's throat. A pained, frantic, almost wounded sound shattered in her gagged mouth.
Alina crouched in front of the bound knight, gently stroking the woman's mouth. Touching, always touching, like she couldn't get enough of the raw strength beneath her fingertips.
"She's your lover, I understand."
Khara's eyes opened, blazing again with barely contained fury, her gaze ferocious and withering as it lashed against the queen. The guard stepped closer, hand already inching her blade from its sheath, but Alina's other hand raised slightly, gesturing for the girl to settle. The young sentry looked uneasy, but her weight shifted back again, her sword hilting with a quiet sound.
"My husband loves me very much, Lady Khara," Alina confessed, a wry smile ghosting across her face. "He allowed me to have you. And agreed to keep Sila... comfortable. As long as you comply."
Khara's mind committed murder three times in the span of her next breath. This mote of a queen didn't deserve to survive the night.
A strange look filled Alina's eyes, the sickening tenderness fading from them for a moment, her gaze fixing distantly somewhere above Khara's head. Even her fingers stopped their obsessive, maddening stroking on Khara's face.
"I really do think it's so ugly to torture someone," she said, her voice strained. "But the king insists it's the only way." Alina's hand started to move again. Brisk now. Impatient. "He's probably right, I suppose.”
A faint smile faded onto Alina's mouth. “Jace here is a promising young soldier, but your reputation precedes you, Khara." Jace bristled at the backhanded half-compliment, her knuckles white as she gripped her sword. Khara tried to kill the queen with her mind again. The damn ropes around her wrists were cutting into her circulation.
"You can kill me if you want. Decent chance you take Jace too.” Alina paused then, her gaze dropping to meet Khara’s once more. “But they'll make Sila suffer," she said flatly, her expression guileless and matter of fact. "My husband will never stop if you hurt me. He will probably make you watch the torture too."
Khara growled again. Whatever the fuck this pissant of a woman was talking about, it was annoying the fuck out of her. Get to the fucking point, bitch.
Alina wasn't blind to the sneer taking shape behind the knight's gag, but she wasn't particularly bothered by it either. She stood, her gown a rippling stream around her body as she moved to the padded lounge.
"Jace is going to cut loose your bindings, and then you and I are going to have sex."
Khara bristled almost violently, nausea clutching her throat and chest, wrapping her gut around itself. No the fuck we are not.
Jace glanced anxiously at the queen, shifting uneasily on the spot. If Alina noticed, she didn't care.
"I've always admired the Therran knights. Your armor gleaming in the sun, the tight formations, that ruthless but elegant violence." Alina sighed almost dreamily. "Women in Rayos are never like that."
Alina lay back against the cushions, her body propped half upright. She spread her legs some, her skirts still falling modestly to cover her body.
"If I find you displeasing, Lady Khara, I won't hesitate to have Sila brought up here for Jace to practice her swordsmanship on." The queen was already pulling the laces loose at the top of her gown. "Cut her free please, Jace."
The young guard looked likely to pass out from anxiety, her hand trembling as she unwrapped her grip from the sword. Her fingers must have hurt from being cramped so tightly around the handle for so long. She withdrew a knife from its small sheath near her breast, trying her damnedest not to shake as she stepped towards Khara. The knight fixed Jace with a withering stare, making her shrink back slightly, but an order is an order.
Khara spit the gag from her mouth the moment she felt the fabric go slack, venom gathering at her lips. “Keep Lady Sila’s name out of your damn filthy mouth,” she snarled, her withering gaze fixed now on the queen who was watching with open desire as Jace shakily started to cut loose the rest of the ropes.
Alina's face was flushed with arousal, her eyes smoldering, lips parted with want. Her tongue darted out to wet them, a slight motion of her hand beckoning Khara towards herself.
“If you do your job right, yours is the only name I intend to remember. Take your clothes off.”
Khara's mouth set itself in a taut, harsh line, her eyes narrowing at the queen. She didn't much like her options right now. This maddening brat of a woman held all the cards, and, from the looks of things, she was well aware of it too. Fury burned in Khara's veins. Sila's pleading, terrified face hovered behind her eyes for a moment before she was able to blink the image away.
With a tensely muted growl, Khara rose slowly to her feet, the barely restrained power in her body making itself evident in every ripple of her muscles. The knight already felt naked here without her armor, the gleaming plates that were branded with her Order and rank. She had screamed bloody murder and let loose strings of profanity when they took it from her. Watching enemy hands soil their sheen had cut deeper than the whip they lay into her with next. The whip marks would surely still be apparent on her skin when she disrobed.
Alina shifted on her lounge, propping upright with a nearly deranged smile of excitement. The scent of her arousal was already cloying in the room as she watched the captured knight strip with dull, methodical movements. Alina didn't bother trying to hide her groan of pleasure as Khara's naked skin came into view. She seemed entirely unashamed of her desire for the knight.
“Come here,” she blurted, her voice strung with impatience. The queen’s face was flushing, her excited grin practically bursting into a breathless laugh. “Rip my dress off.”
Alina's eyes glowed with naked lust, her sweeping gaze ravaging and consuming the muscled, naked body of her captive like she was unable to get enough of seeing Khara like this. The knight’s eyes were burning with docile hatred, her jet black hair tousled where the gag had been messing it, the curly thatch of hair between her legs and the coarse smattering of it across her body only lent the woman a greater aura of simmering power. Alina bit her lip, barely restraining a pant as Khara approached. From the glint in Alina’s eyes, the queen appeared to know this was a dangerous game, but clearly, she still thought it was hot.
The expensive fabric layered over Alina's chest ripped with terrifying ease in Khara's hands, and the queen groaned with unrestrained delight. “Oh, yes, Lady Khara,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
Alina writhed against the satiny pillows supporting her, her excitement mounting as the cool air brushed against her heated skin.
“Make me naked for you.”
Khara wanted to kill the slavering woman in front of her. The complete cocksure certainty on the queen’s face made her blood roil with fury. The knight gritted her teeth harshly, grinding them to keep herself from making an impulsive decision that would put the love of her life in danger. She let the anger carry through her fingertips, sending the stupidly expensive dress on her captor’s body to tatters. It was a cheap catharsis, one that left a bitter taste on her tongue. She felt like a fucking animal in a goddamn cage.
“Ooohmygodyes,” Alina moaned. She was breathless now. “Okay. Okay, now…” the queen blinked, her mouth moving slightly like she was trying to collect herself and figure out what to demand next. “Here, bite my neck.”
The queen tilted her head to the side, offering her most vulnerable flesh to the raging beast at her feet. The stripped and fucking neutered beast. Khara's mouth wanted to taste blood, to sink her teeth and rip. Instead she tasted the slick salt of sweat and skin, her ears drowning in Alina's moans. She put her hands on the queen’s hips, squeezing with a bruising force. Alina threw her head back, spreading herself wider for the knight, her hips rolling with desire, the scent of her arousal thick between them.
“Jace,” the woman was breathless now, her voice thready. “Get me the strap.”
Jace looked slightly disgusted, but she opened the chest in the corner of the room anyway, retrieving the hand-crafted leather harness and the queen’s favored attachment. She brought it silently to Alina, extending her hand with a slightly scowling look in Khara's direction. Evidently, the young guard did not care for a Therran Knight's hands on her queen. Alina did not seem to care.
“Put it on, Lady Khara.” Alina's voice was a whimper now, practically begging. “Let me feel your hate.”
Disgust made Khara’s face twist with putrid fury too, but she struggled to determine whether she was sickened by herself or the naked woman spread open in front of her. Her hands shook as she reached for the harness, avoiding the vitriolic look in Jace’s eyes. Khara did not feel like a soldier anymore, she felt like a rabid dog on a leash. She couldn’t meet the queen’s eyes either as she tightened the leather around her hips, securing the phallic appendage in its ring.
There was no pleasure for Khara as she positioned herself between Alina’s legs, thrusting forward with tense, abrupt movements. The queen moaned in pleasure, her slick walls eagerly accepting the thrusting cock, looking entirely delighted by the bestial look of shame and hatred in Khara’s eyes.
“That look on your face would be so much more complete with a collar,” Alina moaned. “Maybe a muzzle too.” The queen looked utterly rabid with the thought herself.
Khara snarled, baring her teeth, her lip trembling with barely contained rage. She held the strap deep in Alina's body, vividly wishing it was a knife attached to the end instead of a cock.
“Move, you pathetic, ferocious thing! If I wanted a gentle lover I’d have called for one of the maids.”
A quiet, rolling growl sounded in the depths of Khara’s throat, fueled by humiliation and fury. She thrust forward with violent force, intent on hurting the woman beneath her. She wanted to tear this fucking monster to shreds. Khara’s grip closed on the queen’s shoulders, pinning her down violently against the lounge. Her eyes snapped between Alina’s legs, watching with roiling hatred as the toy vanished furiously into the queen.
“Oh, yes! Lady Khara, that is so good. Just like that, you feral beast. Show me what kind of monsters they make in the Therran Order.” Alina was moaning endlessly now, and Khara hated her for it. But the only thing she could do with the anger was exactly what she had been brought here for.
Khara thought about Sila in the dungeons, bitterness and sorrow burning her throat. She narrowed her eyes at their captor, the woman lost in the throes of lust who was grinding herself shamelessly against the protruding toy strapped to Khara’s crotch. The knight pursed her lips, letting her eyes narrow to slits, letting her pain transmute to fury. If she had paused to think about it, her better judgement might have stopped her, but she let her instincts win out instead, raising her hand to shock the queen across the face with a brutal slap. Alina only moaned, writhing more heavily, nearly drooling with want.
The beast trapped and dormant in Khara’s coiled muscles burst forth all at once, rabid and violent now, no longer the tightly restrained soldier on the battlefield. Khara hit the queen again, not bothering to pause for a response before turning her hands to claws and raking her nails violently against Alina’s skin. It felt good to make this pathetic woman pay.
Khara thrust harder, twisting her hips to drive the strap into the woman who had insisted on becoming her lover. Her hands closed around Alina’s thighs, pressing them open and bruising her delicate skin with crushing fingertips. She spat, vitriol and violence splattering across the queen’s face.
Alina moaned loudly again, pressing one of her hands above her head on the lounge and using the other to grab Khara’s wrist, urging the knight to pin her place. Khara didn’t need a second invitation, her grip vicelike around the queen’s wrists, nails digging into skin. Her other hand roamed the naked woman’s body, clawing and groping at titflesh and stomach and hips.
Alina was squealing now, thrusting upwards to meet the wild, beastly thrusting inside her. She squirmed, shifting on her back to control the angle, an impending orgasm making her legs quiver.
“Hit me again,” Alina moaned. “Pinch my nipples, you dumb brute.” She sounded frantic with pleasure, nearly incoherent with it.
“Fuck it feels so good!”
Khara wanted to rip the nipple clean off, but she was certain that to do so would bring the queen’s wrath down on Sila. The knight scowled, roaring with frustrated aggression as she twisted and yanked at the queen’s chest. She couldn’t think straight anymore, couldn’t tell where she was hitting, when she was thrusting, what she was grabbing. It didn’t matter. Khara was all rage.
Alina screamed when she came, thrusting madly against Khara’s strap and rolling with wild abandon through the peak of her bliss. Khara’s violent hands on the queen’s skin dragged a second shattering pleasure through the woman’s body, making her clench so tightly around the toy that it became difficult for the knight to thrust. Alina squealed and panted, pouring incoherent pleas and curses from her throat.
When the height of it had finally abated, the queen gasped loudly, gulping air into her lungs with a demonic little giggle.
“Down, beast,” she sang, her voice twisting around the self-satisfied grin that split her face. “Off.”
Khara paused, a snarl freezing her features. Her hand was still closed around the queen’s breast, the other around the woman’s wrists. She could kill her now. She could…
“Do you want to hit me, dog?” Alina was grinning madly, not a hint of fear in her eyes.
Khara’s mouth twitched.
Alina turned her head to the side, proffering her cheek, that exhilarated smile still on her face.
“Go ahead. Try me, Lady Khara,” the title dripped with mockery when she said it now, like she had lost all respect for the once proud knight. “See what I do to Sila with my own hands if you do.”
The knight wanted to spit again. She wanted to smear that smug grin from the queen’s sadistic face. She growled, her body tensing with restraint, her hand tightening minutely against Alina’s breast. And then she withdrew, mouth taut and lip curling in anger as she pulled her hands away from the queen.
“That’s what I thought,” Alina intoned smugly, combing her fingers through her mussed hair and shifting herself into a seated position. “Kneel, beast.”
Khara’s tongue tasted nothing but fury against her clenched teeth as she brought herself to her knees again. She wanted to spear a knife through the center of the queen’s chest.
Alina leaned forward in her seat, treating Khara’s head to a condescending pat.
“Maybe next time I'll put something around that pretty throat of yours, pet. Every good monster needs a leash.”