His Dark Fairy

Chapter 5: Unwanted Advances

Avilee’s POV

As I made my way back to the castle I kept re-running mine and Jasmine’s conversation through my mind. I trust Jasmine with every bit of my soul, but this is all starting to feel so real and it’s all happening faster than I expected. I am beginning to have second thoughts. How can I just turn my back on my destiny for something so silly as a love I am not even sure I will ever find. The fairies have been voiding their mate bonds for years according to the books in the library. Although it is strange, the oldest book about voiding mate bonds is only 20 years old. I suddenly hear a crunching of the leaves and realize I may not be alone. I have been so deep in thought I haven’t realized I am almost back to the castle’s resident entrance. I shake the thoughts from my head and quickly examine my surroundings to determine where the crunching is coming from. Uh oh standing about 20 feet away I quickly catch sight of Sebastian socializing with his buddies. Sh*t I quickly and quietly make a sharp turn and beeline it for my window entrance. I had planned to grab a steamed milk and honey from the 24 hour drink shop on the main level of the castle before sneaking back in but now my window is looking awfully inviting, and the milk and honey seem unnecessary. I can only hope it’s dark enough he hasn’t spotted me. 

Suddenly a sexy whistle breaks the silence of the night. “Well, well, well, who do we have here?” Sebastian slurs. Great he’s drunk I think to myself. Go figure the Prince can get served all the Nectar Whisky he pleases and no one will stop him.  

“Goddess please be with me,” I whisper as I close my eyes and turn to face him. He’s cleared the distance between us in record time and is now standing within arms reach from me.  

He lets out a satisfying sigh before remarking, “I thought it was that sexy, stuck up, Queen of mine. Come here and let me apologize for the other day.” 

“I’d rather not at the moment I’m in a hurry to meet my parents,” I blurt out before turning to walk quickly in the opposite direction. I’m shocked by his lightning-like reflexes as he grabs my wrist roughly before I can take more than a step. 

Spinning me around his voice drips with lust before he growls, “Oh I don’t think so sweetness, your mine.” I can feel my heartbeat catch in my throat and the butterflies erupt in my stomach. I have the feeling this isn’t going to end well. I’m nervous and trying not to appear terrified as I return his stare.

 I swallow hard then repeat, “Sebastian, I don’t have time for this. I am late to meet my parents for a drink.” I try to flash a convincing smile at him.

“We can catch up tomorrow dearest,” I force myself to say sweetly. He flashes a stunning smile back at me before surprising me by yanking my arm, pulling me into him, and sliding his other hand around to grab my *ss.

 “I’m sure your parents will understand if I let them know we were spending quality time together,” he emphasized the word quality whispering seductively and winking at me. He has me pulled so close to him I can feel his abs against my stomach, but that’s not all I can feel. He hasn’t loosened his hold on me one bit but he pauses to take me in and look down my shirt at my br**sts spilling out. What a mistake this shirt was if only I hadn’t been so keen on feeling sexy tonight. 

“Mmmmm,” he moans, “Don’t we look nice tonight.” I feel him harden against me and can only imagine where this is going. He leans in to try and kiss me but I use my free hand to push him away. 

“No, Sebastian,” I protest, ”I do not want to kiss you let me go. I try to wiggle my other arm free but it's no use he is holding on tight. So tight it’s starting to ache. Wrong move, now he’s angry and I am about to pay the consequence.    

The lust from his eyes is gone, now he’s seething with anger. “Oh little fairy you do not get to deny your King. You’ll do what I want and you will enjoy it whether you want to or not!” he reprimands me. I’m too shocked to respond and frozen in fear, but he seems to mistake this for compliance. Unfortunately, I gave him the opportunity he needed. I didn’t realize how close we were to the castle wall. He quickly spins me around again and I feel myself being roughly shoved against the wall. I try to push him away but it is no use. He is much larger than I am and he has his body pinned against mine. I can feel his hard er*ection slammed against my spot demanding the attention he desires. Another aroused moan escapes him as he forces my hand to grab him and hold him as he throbs against it.  

With one hand holding my hand against himself and his shoulder pinning my other shoulder and arm, preventing me from pushing him away, he uses his free hand to aggressively run it up my thigh and over my hip before cupping my br**st and panting, “That’s better I think my lady.” I say nothing. I think about screaming, but something tells me that might make it worse. My lack of response has been taken again as an invitation. His mouth is on my mouth. His tongue is pressing against my lips waiting to be let in. I won’t let him in. I deny his tongue’s request. 

Instead of getting angry he believes I am playing hard to get. “Oh we’re going to make me work for that,” he whispers, “good thing I have experience and know exactly what I am doing. In a matter of seconds I feel a pinch on my n*pple and try to let out a scream. As I open my mouth to scream he slams his tongue inside dominating me over powering me and exploring me as he pleases. I’m still holding his hard er*ction so I squeeze it tighter. He lets out a moan and releases my mouth from his prison. That backfired I think. He grabs my hand and suddenly is holding both my wrists above me.

 He takes a step back and eyes me up and down licking his lips. “Oh I am going to thoroughly enjoy this,” he purrs. Just then he uses his free hand to rip my shirt open. He pops each br**st out of my bra tracing his thumb across my n*pples, turning them hard beneath him before leaning down while staring me in the eyes and licking each one. It feels good I won't deny it, but I hate him and I don’t want this. I struggle. He laughs. 

“What’s wrong little fairy Queen,” he retorts vehemently, “Were you jealous of my little show the other afternoon? Can’t wait for our special day to feel what it’s like to be mine?” He slides his hands from my br**sts and suddenly he has his hand down my yoga pants. He strokes me lustfully waiting for me to give in. That’s it though. Suddenly he has pushed me over the edge and I find the courage and strength to shove him off of me. 

“No!” I shout. “Get off of me!” I command. He stands inches from me deciding his next move. 

“Deny me now,” he spits, “That’s fine. In a few days though you’ll be all mine and you won’t be able to fight me anymore. You’ll consummate our marriage and I will enjoy every last minute of painfully taking your virtue from you and marking you as mine until the end of our lifetime together.” 

“Unless,” he continues, “you would like to decide to play nice tonight and cooperate. Then I might be persuaded to be, not nearly as rough with you.” His eyes are still burning with desire as he moves towards me again. This time I do what I should have done to begin with. I carefully plan my next move and right as he is in perfect range I haul off and kick him right in his family jewels. 

He screams out in agony, “You B*tch! You’ll pay for this!” I quickly turn and run covering my chest and leaping into the air making a beeline for my bedroom window. I collapse inside my window and quickly lock it and bolt it. I snag my fuzzy throw blanket off of my chaise and wrap myself in it hurriedly rushing to the bathroom, closing the door, and locking it behind me. I slide down my door exhausted with anguish and begin to sob. If I was even the slightest bit unsure about abandoning my destiny before my encounter with Sebastian, all of my hesitation, all of my remorse is gone. I slide to the ground and curl up in a ball, tears falling freely, seething with anger. That's when it happens my body erupts into flames, but I don’t even try to stop it this time, I’m furious. 

When the flames finally extinguish themselves there’s nothing but a pile of ashes.  I stand, brush myself off, walk to the sink, brush my teeth, and then step calmly into a cold shower. I go about my shower as normal, drying off then tossing on a long sleeve cotton sleep shirt and clean pair of underwear. I walk to my bed and bury myself deep beneath my covers. These next few days I will rest up in anticipation for my next important task, revenge. As I close my eyes my dreams are filled with a beautiful majestic fire breathing dragon and boy is it angry as it burns an entire village to the ground with just one breath.