225- Bound by Betrayal
POV Elowen Grimwald:
No escape, no direction.
Fighting what that man and beast made me feel was foolish.
It existed. It was real.
It burned like a hot ember on the surface of my skin, while at the same time warming my foolish heart.
In the past, I fucked in search of orgasms—the pleasure of less than a minute, that overwhelms and then numbs the body as it fades.
That night, no.
Even in the cold, my trembling body was sweating all over.
His mouth feasted on my pussy, gifting me an excruciatingly prolonged orgasm.
So powerful that I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Open your eyes, bitch. I want you to watch while I fuck you,” he growled.
I opened my eyes, and within seconds Aldren rose on the bed, spun me as if I weighed no more than a feather, and shoved my legs apart with his knees so he could enter me.
“AH!” I screamed when I felt a slap, then another, so strong they set the skin of my ass on fire.
“Turn your face and keep your eyes wide open.”
I followed his command, sinking the side of my face into the mattress.
Within seconds, a pillow was placed beneath my groin, and Aldren mounted me, thrusting his cock in all at once while wrapping my hair around one of his fists.
“So good, ah!” I moaned, choking on the pressure his cock caused in my core.
“Feel my cock doubling in size inside you, you bitch, feel it pulse,” he snarled, thrusting in and out with a ferocious rhythm.
It felt like I was being split in two. Unlike the first time, his enormous member swelled inside me; somehow it was as if our pulsating muscles fused together.
“Ah! Aldren!”
“Open up, go on, open up for me,” he growled the demand, slamming into me without mercy.
“Oh! H-how…?” I questioned weakly, not knowing what he meant.
“Focus on your fucking pussy and desperately wish that I fit entirely inside it—your body will do the rest for you.”
With my mouth parted, I closed my eyes and imagined being able to take all of him at once.
The shit felt like magic.
My back arched and my ass lifted, as if an unknown path were being discovered inside me.
Damn the moment I opened my eyes and saw Aldren crazed with lust, which only increased mine.
His swollen cock struck so deep that his balls slapped against my swollen clit.
I had no idea what it was, but suddenly the throbbing member felt completely locked inside me, rubbing every centimeter of my core, causing waves of pleasure so intense that every fiber of my body quivered.
“That’s it, Aldren! Ah!”
“I’m not coming out of here anytime soon, fuck! This is delicious, Elowen! Fuck!” The coarse growls of pleasure escaping his throat betrayed his frenzy.
My vision darkened.
For countless minutes, it was as if I were falling into an abyss, but instead of fear, I longed for the descent to never end.
The orgasm exploded inside me like a bomb, hitting every single part. My mind unraveled and my senses merged, leaving me intoxicated.
If that was death, how delicious it was.
Barely able to see and dripping with him, I felt Aldren’s hot, heavy body fall over mine. I was wrapped in his arms and pulled against his chest, where I would have made a nest if I could.
“You’re sleeping here. I’m not done with you,” he murmured hoarsely, yawning afterward.
Was it a sedative taking effect…?
Not even the anesthesia my own body gave me was able to stop the wave of sadness that gathered inside me.
My delight was replaced by guilt.
My scattered memories rearranged themselves in my mind, as if trying to remind me that all of it had been just a moment, a lapse.
I didn’t want it to end…
If I could ask the gods for a single thing, it would be to return in another life able to feel a passion like that and have it returned.
To Aldren, I was just another one—a prisoner he intended to use until he grew bored—but to me, he was the embodiment of desires I didn’t even know I had.
In the end, he was right about turning passions into tragedy.
Aldren would not be mine, but he would not belong to anyone else either.
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POV Aldren Valmorin:
The faint light of the room slipped gently into my eyes as I struggled to open them.
I didn’t need seconds of consciousness to remember what I hoped was not just a fevered dream.
Elowen.
What happened between us had to have been real, because otherwise I would spend the next century wishing it had. I had lived through intense experiences, but nothing compared to what she made me feel.
With effort, I finally managed to open my eyes, waiting for the answer to my torment.
My luck—or my damnation. But…
Reality disappointed me bitterly.
Before my blurred vision, Elowen paced back and forth, pulling at her own hair, a knife clutched tightly in her palm.
I blinked, trying to see more clearly, and then I understood it was Nerin’s defense knife—one I didn’t even know still existed.
It had to be a nightmare. It could only be.
My body felt heavy, even atop the bed. The throbbing in my head triggered an alert and brought the answers I needed.
She had drugged me. All that remained was to know with what.
Betrayal, however, was a substance more lethal than anything she could have used against me.
It seeped into my veins, incinerating the little trust I had left.
Cruelly painful.
Painful enough to remind me that giving space to my humanity was the same as allowing myself to be weak and stupid.
“Go on, kill me.” My voice, though controlled, carried a tremor of rage and disillusionment.
Elowen froze where she stood, near the window, her back to me. Her arms fell to her sides, and the damned knife remained in her hand.
Still under the effects of the drug, I only then realized that my arms were tied to the headboard and my legs bound together. Completely naked.
The ropes the wretched woman had used came from my wardrobe, which she had access to—one of the hunting equipment boxes. Ropes meant for dragging dead animals now bound me in a cowardly way.
One foolish part of my soul wanted to understand, to find a justification for that grotesque scene. But the other part—the one ruled by logic and duty—knew there were no excuses for betrayal.
“You didn’t expect me to wake up so soon, did you, you bitch?” I pressed on, my patience draining as quickly as my hope. “Finish what you started, you son of a bitch!”
I snarled.
“I… I had to do this, Aldren. You wouldn’t understand…” She finally found her voice, a fragile whisper that barely crossed the distance between us.
“Look at me, damn it!” Slowly, Elowen turned until she was facing me, tied to the bed, wearing the piece of clothing I had given her. Shitty traitor. “Go on, damn you! Kill me! Do it while I still haven’t regained the strength to break free from these ropes!”