A Foul Fantasy - Ashley Angoe

I gather my gowns and sprint headlong across the red-carpeted passage. It would be the flame of a lie if I said I wasn't resented by the noise of my heels clacking on the hard tiles. The halls reek strongly of blood. Especially on the night of my twenty first birthday. A blatant expression of my truth would say I hated how the celebratory ball took place in my stride, and for me, tonight. With not a single woman having attended to my grace, not a single friend to whose pleasure I might have enjoyed my own day... With resentment, as I turn my head to look at the equidistant view of the dark forests through the windows lining along the passageway. All I perceive is a light thunder making it's way over and across the crashing black sea. I squint, before looking away and turning the cold bolt of the door to my room. All the guards are dosing off outside the gates of Porma Castle. My home. And the realization always sends cold ants creeping up my skin. Every single night. I never felt like I could protect myself without a stronger arm walling me in. I never could become the indestructible wall I'd read about the women of our tribe once standing to be. Women who are no longer, nothing; but endangered. Hunted. Because none of them were the King's daughters. I look over my shoulder as I enter in. Trying to shape things through the eerie darkness of the passage and the stairs that descend to heights of the castle's floors below. The sound of the door bolting at my touch, closes loudly through the quiet night. But the heat clawing inside my throat threatens to make me scream. I turn away from the door, swallow down and wend over to the sconces for which I grabbed a burning match before closing in on the woods resting inside the red squares of the sconces. As the tiny logs take burning flame on them, the core between my thighs comes hungrier and heavier. I sigh. I am twenty one. And a virgin. In our tribe, cursed as it may have been, going skin to skin with your cousins is the stepping stone to the inside of a burning grave. Not that I would ever wish to have been any closer to the jackasses, than just being able to talk to them standing behind a veil of dark net. Which is enough. As a lady. In all my cousins, there's not a single girl. No women serve at the castle. And in the entire tribe of our family, all the boys are hooligans. Summarized, if they could, and if I wasn't the emperor's only child - no one would have stayed out of tempting their best desire to f**k me. It takes me a moment to realize that I've been doing exactly that with my c**t right after I took my gown off. Excluding the fact my bony, slender fingers are in place where the boys would have been doing what they do best. Fuck you. "Ah" I take it out. My eyes are heavy with tears wanting to collapse between my eyelashes. And my lips as the mirror shows, are red as the crimson of my bra. Except which nothing is covering me. Speaking of my reflection in the mirror, there's a guy behind me. Looking loudly intrigued. I nearly scream in astonishment before his palm comes over the rogued pucker of my lips and holds them tightly shut. Xalen. The gray eyes that never show a different color, or emotion. Stare back into my wide-eyed gaze. His eyes don't wander far from the surprise on my face. Not on the nudity wet below my slender, pouching belly. For a second, fear blooms in my chest, as Xalen shifts and turns back. Until I can see he was simply going to shut and bar the window. Through which he came into my room, by the way. Anger hardens my breasts resting heavy in the bra, before another wave of frustration from wanting to be f****d, hard and whole, grapples my bottom. I press my thighs tightly into the thick mold of glistening wetness sandwiched into my v****a. "Why are you here?" My voice comes out soft. God. Don't think I'm begging you. Don't take this as an invitation to perceive my whoreness. I close my eyes for a beat, stifling the annoying voice in my head. When I open them again, I could have expected Xalen to be looking anywhere on my body, but my red, bit lips. I'm swollen all over. I stifle the urge to fiddle, as the realization that below the lining of my bra, I'm completely naked in front of the clan leader, hangs cold. "You seem... frustrated." A moon of a smile tilts his thick lips. He towers closer. Just another of the hooligans. My gaze lowers to the black coverage of tattoes up to his elbows. Fear stands in my face. "Xalen." I speak. He's the leader of our tribe's deadliest clan. The Sieevs. And if he'd like just now, he could bend me over, and even the king would think twice before earning me justice from Xalen's killer might. "If you want it. I can do it to you." He asks. His own voice brushes over my own soft, ragged one. There's not a trace of desperation in his steel gray eyes, in his hard, black stubble, or in the way his diamond-cut jawline works. Nothing other than his fingers flexing into his palm on his side. We are cousins. We are cousins. We are cousins. "Okay." The ghost of a sigh Xalen has been holding, leaves his parting lips as his resilient eyes finally descend between my thighs. "Don't make love to me." I say, matter-of-factly. "Okay." Or perhaps. I turn away from him, something tells me the staccato of my heels catches his attention. Locks of my black hair brush across the soft skin of my butt. It's thread-scraping makes the core of my v****a tingle with pleasure. sick... I climb onto the bed with my heels on, and take a last, uninterested look at the gown, which not seconds ago, I sprawled on the floorboards. Not knowing doing so would get me f****d. Xalen quietly unbuttons his jeans before practically coming on top between my body. I take the strands of my hair in my fist, before resting my head on the silk-skin pillowcase. "In position." I say softly and slightly open my thighs until the slit between my legs is bare. "That's something commanders who border cities would say." Xalen rasps. "Consider me yours." I say breathlessly. "I don't have a commander." He says. "You do. Just for tonight." I say, smiling. My one hand goes to smooth my scalp, before I look at what Xalen's doing. Nothing. I so need to be fucked Xalen, the so-known gang leader, is just lost in observing my heavy breasts pressed together and held up by the bra straps, and then his eyes move to the blackness of my hair spread above and around my face. I bite my lip to silence the scream that runs up my stomach. His face comes closer on top of mine, his thumb lifts and he grazes it across my bottom lip. Just as I- "Aaaah" I'm destroyed. Xalen's hard, full thrust enters my v****a, like a gun being struck on the head. My thighs instinctively space away on the soft bedding I grab the sheets. Allowing Xalen the freedom to f**k me as he wants. My thighs starts to squirm in slow and heavy motions, and clear liquid frees from my violated slit. But before I can ask him to stop, he f***s me again. Again. Again. And again. He fastens f*****g me before I have to tell him. Until my v****a starts to hold him in, to let the hardness and the fullness fit into the long depth. "Aahh" The urge to ride Xalen, my own blood and family foe, makes me want to holler as I keep my heated head pressed down. "Aaaah" "Stop. Xalen stop!!" I shout. "Ah, aah!" I try to command him. He doesn't obey. His face brushes on top of mine, and his eyes bore into mine with threat. "You permitted me" Xalen says quietly. "Right." My voice is breathless. As I look into his face the same way he's looking down into my kohled glare, I shudder to keep my legs open from turning on my back and letting him bend me over. He's stopped. "Do it." I say. "Promise me." He asks. "Yeah. Just tonight." I breathe. Wanting him back in. Wanting my pleasure at his fullness and hardness back into me. My v****a starts to throb, holing a soft opening inside my c**t. "No. Promise me. My hands, That if I ever didn't lay them on you, you'd cut them." He whispers. The scent of gunsmoke comes enmeshed from his dark stubble. Xalen starts to f**k me again. Except now, he's harder and slower. Deeper. Thicker. I'm only letting leave an ocean of wetness as he keeps f*****g me. "Aaah." My eyes close and my arms suspend on towards the headboard. Something soft starts to leave my core. And the pleasure of it... My body is in wreck. Something comes over to strap my arms above my head. My sight opens to his black belt tying with sturdy, beautifully thick hands into a knot. "Nice of you." I try to jab a slight mock. "It's just tonight." He throws my words back. Going back between my thighs. He painfully grabs onto my each thigh, before he f***s me all over again. I gaze over at the moon through the window's close glass, with tears dropping hotly on my cheeks. "Aaah!!" "You are poetic." He says, breathlessly. His voice sounds out like dung smoke. "Aaah" "Aaah" "Aaaah" "Riya." Xalen says. "No. No." I command through the tears glassing my eyes. Xalen doesn't take a second before he whips me over to my butt curved out. His rough-skinned hand caresses a cheek. "soft." He murmurs. Xalen forcefully bends me over. He lifts me from the waist, pushes my butt between him by grabbing the backs of my thighs. Xalen starts pushing into me. I hold myself up and open as he deepens into my v****a from the back. Xalen's one hand reaches between my thighs and he begins rubbing in my slit. He rubs it the same time as his thrusts enter into the hole only widening in my v****a. I'm in havoc. As I scream and scream through tears of kohl. Xalen continues to roughen his thrusts into me. My stomach burns with pleasure. I always knew I was going to be f****d by someone. But not tonight. Especially, not by Xalen...