Chapter 9 Nine.
“Touch it,” King Sven instructs, eyes burning into me.
I bring my hands to his trousers and slowly begin to unbutton it before zipping it down, and his cock springs out, slapping my cheeks simultaneously. It should be abnormal to be this huge. A fleeting thought crosses my mind—Will this even fit?—but I push it aside, swallowing my nerves. My hand trembles slightly as I slowly reach for it, and I curl my fingers around the base before running my thumb along the length.
“Seems like you don't know what you're doing, Little Fae,” King Sven pipes up. His large hand wraps around mine, guiding my movements with firm but an oddly patient control. “Be steady, not necessarily gentle, but teasing. Also put those lips to work.”
I nod, my breath hitching as he releases my hand, leaving me to continue on my own. I use my hand to rub his length and if the low, rumbling, moan that escapes his lips is anything to go by I can tell I'm doing okay at least.
“Enough of the hand,” he commands, his voice sharper now. “I want your mouth.”
I freeze for a moment, nerves flaring, before leaning closer. Then I close my eyes and run the flat of my tongue up from his balls to his tip. It's… tasteless. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the tip, sucking gently.
“Ah, shit-” I can hear his stomach rumble as his hips shake with the effort to stay still. “Go lower.”
As though those words trigger something inside of me, I stop and open my eyes as I take my mouth off his length. I can feel King Sven's interrogative eyes on me as I slowly stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hands. “I don't think anyone's ever gotten pregnant by giving head,” I say, feeling a sudden disgust within me as I resist the urge to puke. “I can't do this anymore.”
King Sven raises an eyebrow as he remains seated, his dick still out and hard.
Oh. I avert my gaze away from his demonic rod immediately, unable to fathom that I even had the tip in my mouth.
“Are you disobeying me, Olivia?” His tone makes me tremble, but I remain composed. “Come back.”
“To accept the mate bond between us and to give you a child is the deal, and it definitely doesn't come with a blow job package,” I reason.
King Sven laughs darkly, and it sends chills down my spine. “You are still my prisoner, but I'm feeling generous right now since you make a very valid argument, if I do say so myself. Now flop on the bed on your stomach, and spread yourself like a starfish.”
I hesitate momentarily as I stare at him. Every fiber of my being screams at me to run, to fight, to do anything, but what good would it do? I am his prisoner. His mate. And the deal is clear—I give him an heir, which should give me enough time to plan my escape and go search for my brother.
A sigh escapes me as I turn around. King Sven gaze burns into me while I make my way to the ridiculously large bed and lay naked on my belly.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
I hesitate. My entire body is rigid.
King Sven sighs, and in an instant, he is at my back; his hand grips my thigh, pulling me open with effortless strength. I let out a whimper as I bury my face into the sheets, willing myself to not make a sound.
King Sven hands dig deep into my butt cheeks as he runs his finger over my opening and a cold chill runs over my whole body. It's really happening. I'll be losing my virginity to the one man I hate the most.
I feel tears well up in my eyes as three fingers plunge into my hole simultaneously. I let out a scream as my body writhes in pain, but King Sven grip on my hips holds me down as he snickers like a snake. It hurts. Everything. And even without looking, I can tell there's a tear in my opening with how searing the pain is.
“Do you remember what you told me this morning, little Fae?” He asks, thrusting his fingers deeply into me as my cries fill the room. “Mate or Foe,” another thrust. “prisoner or captor,” he adds another finger, and begins thrusting into me at a pace that feels abnormal. “You would rather die than to be sullied by a filthy hybrid who raised your Kingdom to the ground.”
His words ring in my ear, but I try my best to not pay any attention. How could I? When it would only do me more harm.
“It's almost ridiculous seeing you so pliant now, don't you think, my little Fae?” He asks as he takes his fingers out of my hole uncaring.
I suck in a startled breath when King Sven grabs me by the hips, holding me up as his fingers burn into my flesh. Then I feel it — his penis, rubbing against my opening. I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to think about anything aside from what's happening to me right now. I try to think about the times my brother and I lived somewhat peacefully when we were still disguising ourselves as omegas in the shadow moon pack. The times when we had just a loaf of stale bread and a month old cheese, but we were still happy because we were together. The times when I would sing for him when he was finding it difficult to sleep.
“Agggggh!” A moan escapes my lips as king Sven penis nudges at my opening.
“I haven't even penetrated yet, my little Fae,” he says, voice derived from any emotion as he brings his hands to my back.
He moves slowly, his large hands traveling up my body, forcing me to feel every touch, every caress. It makes my heart race and my skin crawl.
“Relax,” he murmurs as though he can hear my racing heart. “The first time always hurts, but you’ll thank me later.”
I hate him.
I hate him so much.
I hate how he touches me like he owns me.
I hate how he gets to take my womanhood.
But more than that, I hate the bond that makes my body betray me—the warmth that pools in my core, the way my breathing turns shallow despite my revulsion.
This is the cruelest part of the mate bond.
I grind my teeth together as Sven slowly begins to push inside of me. The stretch is painful. Nothing like I've ever felt before. Still, I hold myself back from crying despite the tears pooling behind my shut eyes.
King Sven pulls out of me roughly before pushing back into me with a hard thrust, bottoming out. He doesn't move for a minute as he groans loudly, and I feel him growing inside of me with every second — I hold myself back from making a noise despite the tear filled whimper threatening to escape me.
Then he begins to move. It starts off slowly, until his thrusts get fierce and uneven. As though his mission is to tear me apart from the inside. His stroke is relentless, and I can feel his penis mapping every bit of my insides. I try to make myself feel pleasure, to give in to the mate bond and enjoy the good side of sex, but I don't.
All I feel is pain. Physically and emotionally.
Only when King Sven pours his seed into me does he finally pull out, releasing his grip on my hips as I collapse onto the bed.
“Not bad for a Fae,” he says, but I ignore him, remaining on the bed with my eyes shut tightly. My whole body now aches terribly. “I'm leaving now. The maids will come see you in the morning. Don't try anything stupid like escaping, you’re under surveillance, and I'll be locking this room.”
With that, King Sven leaves the room and locks it behind him. And only when he is gone do I allow myself to cry.