Caught in the Fox’s Teeth

Chapter 7: Taryn

Dryndenn takes to the steps slowly, prolonging my misery. His heavy breaths increase with every upward step he takes. “I can walk, my lord.” My bold voice is choked down to a whisper.

“Of course you can, but I’m finding it quite pleasurable being so close to you. My son was a fool for not realizing the prize he held. I thought perhaps he would have been worthy of a bride such as yourself. I thought your union would force some sense into him.” The lord scoffs. I shift in his large arms, my discomfort only increasing with every confession. “I got it wrong the first time, but I will not be wrong a second.”

As we approach my room, I expect him to plop me on the ground and dismiss himself. I pray for this very thing but as usual my prayers are ignored. The lord pushes open my door and closes it with a swift kick of his boots. He deposits me on my bed and bolts the door. “My l-lord…” I hate the way my voice quavers.

“Hush now. Let me help you.” Lord Vulpin skulks towards me and begins to slowly take off my shoes. He unties each boot with a tediousness I have never seen before. His dark eyes meet mine when he runs his hands up my skirts, caressing my calves up to my thighs. I tense, contemplating my reaction. I could kick him in the face and take off out the door. Maybe if I scream, the groping lord will halt his roaming hands. A small shake of his head and a smirk respond as if I had asked a question. “Don’t. Be still. I’ll not harm you.” I close my eyes and hold my breath when his hands painstakingly begin pulling one stocking down with practiced care.

Hiking up my dress, the lord leans over me and moves between my legs. f**k. This can’t be happening. A soft kiss is placed inside my thigh. Lips trail down to the top of my other stocking before I feel my lord’s teeth snag the material and tug it off with far less care than the previous sock. “Mmm.” He sighs, spreading my thighs far apart to wedge himself between them. “Gods. You are a lovely little thing. There isn’t much between us now, eh?” Dryndenn rocks his hips, pressing his erection against my pubic bone. I shiver, clenching my eyes tighter. “Look at me, girl.”

I shake my head and whisper a soft “no,” in response. He tuts, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. A gentle but pandering rebuke.

“I said to look at me. See the future that awaits you if you continue to be troublesome.” Lord Vulpin grips the hair at the back of my head and tugs hard. My eyes water from the pain but I don’t let a sound through my lips. I’ll not give him the satisfaction. “Good girl.” His lips trace over the tops of my breast moments before a warm tongue drifts over their cream-colored swells. With a grunt, Dryndenn tears the top of my dress and exposes my breasts. “Would you look at that? Such pretty n*****s already tight and needy. Tell me daughter… did my son spoil you with kisses and sweet words? Did he lavish your breasts with his tongue?”

“Get. Off. Of. Me.” My throat catches on the words, making them into nothing more than a pathetic threat. A dark chuckle bubbles up between us seconds before Dryndenn’s face plunges between my breasts with a groan.

“I don’t think my eldest boy knew how to handle a woman let alone one as beautiful as you. I can promise you that Odin and I know well how to please our ladies.”

“You’re a bastard.” I growl. His erection digs into me a little further. His grin grows as he pinches a n****e between his thumb and forefinger. I hiss through my teeth. “My lord. Please.”

“Please what?” He twists my n****e rougher, tweaking it with a pleasured groan. “I bet if I were to plunge my fingers into that needy cunt of yours that I would find you to be drenched.”

I tremble with fury and disgust. My disgust is not only aimed at the man between my thighs but myself as well because I know there is a ring of truth to his words. I feel an unwanted slickness between my legs that I can’t deny. I can only hope he doesn’t test his theory. “You are, aren’t you? But you’re furious at the thought of me defiling you getting you in a tizzy.” Another twist to my n****e makes me cry out. “As much as we would both love to f**k each other senseless, Odin would likely never forgive me for having a turn with his bride before he’s had his taste. It was already bad enough I had given you to Bowen. The boy stopped talking to me for a time; Odin had been desperate to be the one to keep you. Take you to his bed…” the bastard lord drags his palm down my chest and through the valley between my breasts, eyes alight with malice. “Ride you without mercy until you are heavy with his children…” my father groans, pressing his covered c**k harder against me, making me wince.

“Wh-what?” I whimper. I didn’t know Odin had felt that way. He seemed apathetic at our wedding and reception. The man barely even looked at me and now I’m finding out he has some kind of fixation with me?! Has there been some sort of shift in the cosmos? Have the heavens opened up and decided they will ruin my life? I must have angered the Gods in some way for them to forsake me. While I am almost certain that I’m no more significant than a speck of star dust, I can’t help but feel the crushing and overwhelming pressure being forced down on me. I don’t want to do this anymore. If this is the life I have to look forward to, then I’ll cast my life aside and forge a new one.

“Bowen didn’t tell you?” He asks and I shake my head. My stomach has not stopped its twisting. If I had anything to throw up, it would definitely be empty now. “Figures. Bowen was willing to marry you, but Odin was practically frothing at the mouth to get you beneath him. I swear he was mad enough to kill Bowen himself. Turns out it was lucky for him that boar came along when it did. Now he’s to have the prize he’s always coveted.” Dryndenn grinds into me with emphasis. “Does that change your mind about your current situation?”

“No! I don’t want to marry you or Odin! Now please go away!” I move to shove at the lord but he’s too strong and quick. Pinning my hands above my head, the lord admires the way my breasts shift with the arching of my back.

“I don’t want to marry you girl. I’d just f**k you. You’d be my mistress at best. I’d sire as many bastards on you as I could. I’d rut you day and night. I’d have fun with you, girl. Nothing more. It’s Odin who would worship you. He will offer you a better life than I ever could.” Dryndenn sucks a peaked n****e into his mouth, nibbling gently. I squirm and flush. The sensation feels too good; a whimper escapes me. Feeling more encouraged and emboldened by my moan, his mouth works over my n****e with a ravenous fury. “f**k it.” He growls releasing my breast with a wet popping sound. My lord pushes my underwear to the side and sticks his first two fingers into my heat. “Gods I would have a good time with you. This cunt is still so Gods damn tight!” Dryndenn groans, hunching against me and panting. “How sweetly do you come, I wonder?” My father-in-law pulses his fingers into me, curling against my most sensitive depths. My pitiful attempt to close my legs and revoke my father’s access are too easily thwarted. He will take what he wants, the message is loud and clear. I can only close my eyes and bear the humiliation.

“No more. Please my lord. Turn me lo—oose. Gods!” I moan, feeling a pressure building low in my belly. “Dryndenn. Stop!” I pant. He doesn’t stop. He does everything but stop. His mouth sucks and bites at my neck while his fingers stroke my trembling walls. Something is building. I find the whole experience terrifying.

“No. I bought and paid for you. I should be able to sample what my generous donation to your father’s coffers got me.” My back arches. I let out a long keening cry, tensing. I’m unsure of what will get Dryndenn to get off of me and how I can make this all go away. “That’s it. Good girl.” Dryndenn pulls out his c**k and begins to grind himself against me, breathing rapidly while his fingers continue to pump in and out of my warmth. Dryndenn’s body goes rigid, all except for his hips. They continue their rhythmic grinding albeit the pattern is more staggered than before. Oh. Gods. He’s climaxing… any warmth I felt blossoming in my belly is quickly snuffed out. The High Lord of Estraijia has just come between my thighs like a pubescent boy. Lord Vulpin tucks his flaccid c**k back in his pants with a grunt of satisfaction. As awful as this experience was, I’m thankful that he had not chosen to take me for himself. I push the horror from my mind and try not to think about it.