They’re going to fuck me on the floor, Summer thought vaguely. She knew this was just another insult. Lords Arendt and Marlowe would gloat secretly to themselves about how they had fucked sweet princess Summer on the floor like an animal. She trembled at the image…
Summer is a princess… But she craves wickedness and depravity. When she agrees to a tryst one night, she doesn’t realise she is being set up for two of the most villainous lords in the Royal Court to torture and fuck…
Summer’s Engagement: Chapter 13
[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters, erotic torture and object insertion. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Summer’s Engagement is here]
Lord Arendt watched in satisfaction as his man, Makepeace, deposited the princess on the floor.
She was broken — utterly and entirely. He knew he could do what he wanted to her tonight and any resistance would be feeble and easily overcome. Her long dark hair lay out across the carpet, framing her. Her head lolled slightly to the side as if she was simply too tired to hold her head up.
He snickered softly to himself as he sat down to remove his boots. It served her right. The girl had been betraying the country, betraying the Crown, by acting like this for so many years. He was only within his rights to teach her a lesson.
Gods, he wished he could steal her, make her his property in truth. He couldn’t stand her parents… And the princess had acquired her mother and father’s arrogance — swanning around the castle as if the court served her rather than the other way around.
He grunted with dissatisfaction as he thought about the situation at court. He himself was powerful enough, he supposed, in the eyes of most of the nobility. But the King and Queen didn’t take his counsel as much as he considered they should.
Take this marriage with King David, for example. King David was a good man but powerful in his own right with his fine castle fortress deep in the mountains.
If Lord Arendt had had his way, the girl would have been sold to one of the southern kingdoms where important trade routes lay. Not to mention that his power was stronger in those regions and he could have had greater influence over her children as they grew.
He looked across at Summer’s recumbent body with growing dissatisfaction. Could he continue to use her, even after she had moved to King David’s court? She was weak to blackmail, of course, and she would never be able to tell her soon-to-be husband.
Lord Arendt’s mouth tightened as he considered the possibilities. There were rumours of dragon blood in King David’s line — powerful, uncontrollable magics. No sensible man would locate his plots and schemes too close to the northern mountains.
No. Lord Arendt shook his head with decision. He would enjoy Princess Summer tonight and tomorrow he would see her on her way.
He was naked now, his eager shaft in his hand. The princess was watching him, her eyes wide with shock and anticipation. He grunted with sudden satisfaction, discarding his politicking schemes.
He might not have the power in the kingdoms — yet — that he desired, but he could do what he wanted to her tonight. It would have to suffice, for now at least.
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Summer watched Lord Arendt strip. He was ignoring her and she didn’t know whether to be grateful or humiliated.
He was a strong man, portly but well built, and her eyes widened as she saw his large shaft in his hand. He was going to put that into her. She shivered at the thought, her groin suddenly feeling over-vulnerable and afraid.
It would be the first time a man had fucked her who she hadn’t chosen in advance, and she stirred restlessly where she lay on the floor.
Horribly, she knew that nevertheless she was going to enjoy Lord Arendt fucking her. It had been far, far too long since she had felt a man inside her, and she needed it.
Even worse, she was going to enjoy it far more than she would have enjoyed Conrad fucking her. Lord Arendt was big and brutal, and he was going to use her the way she needed to be used.
Lord Arendt walked across to her, his hand still stroking his dick. He was so big, and Summer shivered with sudden need and fear. She had hardly ever even seen the young men’s cocks, although she had held them in her hand sometimes, hot and hard and silken.
Somehow seeing the thing that was going to go inside her was even more dissolute than being fucked blindfolded or in the dark.
Lord Arendt didn’t bother to talk to her. She cried out in soft, helpless complaint as he kicked her legs apart, then he dropped to his knees onto a wide cushion between her legs, using his hands on her inner thighs just above her knees to pull her fully onto her back.
Summer resisted him suddenly — instinctively trying to pull her legs out of his grip, to roll back onto her side, to close her legs. But he wrenched her easily back onto her back, lifting one hand to slap her inner thigh hard so that she shrieked in sudden shock and pain, and then he was pushing her legs wide apart again as he moved onto all fours above her and lowered his hips.
Summer knew her eyes were wide — shocked and pleading, although she wasn’t even sure what she was pleading for.
Lord Arendt ignored her anyway. As he lowered his body down onto hers, she was aware of everything in the room. Her body, resistless and vulnerable — his toy for the evening. The other man standing close by, watching and waiting — ready for their turn and available to restrain her if she suddenly chose to stop them using her.
The whole scene suddenly reminded her once again, unasked, of the smutty woodcuts she had seen — and lusted over — in the library years ago.
This is a standard position, the accompanying text had read. Girl on back, legs apart for access. Man hard and ready to mount her. In the background, other customers are waiting for their turn.
The caption had been assisted by a note that Summer knew off by heart.
From here, the man lowers his hips and locates the girl’s hole. His shaft will enter her body to enjoy her and to deposit his seed. This position can be used for pleasure or for breeding. A slut like this can be fucked by multiple men at one session.
Feeling suddenly hysterical at the memory, Summer cried out as she felt Lord Arendt’s mouth on her bruised nipple, sucking hard as if he could pull her whole breast into his mouth. It seemed obscene, suddenly — this man older than her, suckling on her breast, enjoying her soft skin and her complete availability beneath him.
Summer moaned a long shuddering cry, helpless as Lord Arendt lowered his hips further, his stiff rod first sliding through her wetness and then pushing hard right into her.
She was very wet. She cried out loud as she felt his hard tip pushing her entrance open again. Gods, she was so tender and her body had closed up after the objects had been taken out of her — thankful for the rest.
Lord Arendt slid his hands down her torso, locating her hips and pushing hard into her, making her shriek in shock and shudder beneath him.
‘Take it, girl,’ he grunted, shoving hard again, and Summer knew he wasn’t interested in giving her any rest. She screamed, half in pleasure, half simply in shock at the penetration, as he pulled out slightly only to push deeper into her, thrusting himself with a brutal, single-minded determination.
The younger men had never been this rough with her, even after they had been waiting for a few other men to have their turn. Summer cried out again and again as Lord Arendt forced his way into her body, finally filling her fully. She felt like he was splitting her open but she knew he had only just begun.
Grunting to himself, his eyes shut, lost in his own utter pleasure, Lord Arendt started to fuck her roughly, his hard erection seeming to drive into every part of her groin, impaling and filling her.
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Have you read my other fantasy story, Serafina’s Gift?
When she receives a mysterious sex toy in the mail, Serafina is too excited to ask questions about who sent it… and why. But her gift bears a supernatural curse – and Serafina can’t stop herself from succumbing to its addictive pleasure. Serafina finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her…
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I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.
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