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You’d seen him head back for his quarters, a snarl on his features as his fists clenched air on his sides. Never Janne had seemed so affected. Moreover, he was alone –no sign of Yew or Nikolai. A churning void had settled in the pit of your stomach as you had watched him retreat into the men’s barracks. While you were a part of Gathelatio’s guard, you could in no way penetrate there, seeing as you were with the female squadron. Guilty you could not run to him so he could confide his turmoil to you –you even doubted you would have normally dared- you had then decided to wait for his next outing, determined to inquire about his woes.
. . .
You’d always been a shy one: especially when the long-haired fencer was involved. When you’d told yourself you would ask him what bothered him, explicitly, that had meant following him until either you had enough courage to approach him, or ran away with embarrassment from your actions –or maybe if you held out long enough, you’d have sufficient luck to find out what was wrong without having to confront him.
However you had no such luck; which was why you found yourself crouching amongst the trees, trailing no too far behind the fully-clad swordsman –didn’t his attire seem darker than it usually was? Even his hair… Obviously, the light was playing tricks on your eyes. Janne had, after all, not come out of his room until the dead of night –something even more so worrying. You hushed your scrambling thoughts, willing yourself to concentrate on his shadowy form retreating deeper in the forest. He appeared to know exactly where he was headed.
You cursed at yourself for being only in your plain clothes: it had been your day off, so to speak as the city had been tranquil that day, and as such you were only wearing a thin summer dress, the pearly white material clinging to your forms despite its weightless volatility. You however thanked the fact that you had opted for closed slippers, noticing how the muddy ground of Pilgrim’s Grove attempted to engulf your feet and how the thorny roots would tangle around your ankles.
Your pursuit went on for several more minutes, and the way home was already far behind. You swerved swiftly between the trees, steps and breaths as silent as you could muster. Finally the rows of dense foliage opened upon a clearing, and you realized just how far the both of you had delved into the obscure grove.
You remained clear of the path, back flattened against the trunk of tree, not daring peek past it immediately in case Janne might be looking around. After a couple of seconds though, you rotated your body quietly, taking in the sight unrolling before your eyes. A sight it was –a horrible one.
Bloody, lifeless and mangled bodies lay on the ground; the empty crests of moonlight reflected upon their eyeballs and the still puddles of crimson hugging their frames told of a death sooner perpetrated. The shock that shook you then was made greater still when you recognized the emblem crowning the heavy plates of their armor: the crystal guard’s blazon. All of them –at least a dozen. You resisted the urge to vomit right there, lest you be heard by Janne. Suddenly remembering the goal of your nightly chase, you looked to the poor man, surely to be devastated at the sight of his slain comrades.
There he was indeed, motionless amidst the breathless heaps of his former colleagues. You lurched slightly forward, ignoring your reserve in favor of comforting the desolated man before you –until you saw him kick at the side of one of the corpses. There you froze in place, keeping shy from view. Undoubtedly, it had been an accident –or an action stemming from Janne’s ravaged mind. Yes, obviously, that was the case. You made another step forward, ready to hurry to his aid.
But again it came. Harsher, violent, beastly. Janne’s foot crushed the corpse’s chest unhesitatingly, almost candidly. And then he took his sword, slashing at the crest embedded on its armor, again and again, until it were only a faded and undecipherable mess of silvery lines crossing colored ones. And there again you ordered your body to stop its motions: but your foot gave out, and your attempt at keeping balance only managed to alert Janne, a thick branch snapping under your weight as you steadied yourself with your other leg.
You gulped down, and dared not look up. You were in full view by now.
Progressing steps became closer to you, lenient but regular.
Seconds were made never-ending as Janne got closer and you remained unmoving. Until suddenly you heard him sprint towards you; your head snapped up, eyes wide as he charged with an expression similar to the one you had witnessed on his face today.
You had barely enough reaction time to retreat slightly away, your back hitting the trunk behind you with brutal force. Your eyes shut in pain as you felt Janne’s hand wrapped tightly around your throat, constricting your trachea mercilessly while his eyes bore into your face.
“Did you see it?!”
You could only croak out a gargle as he continually strangled you.
His grip braced you harder against the tree.
“Did. You. See. It?!”
You nodded desperately –something that seemed to satisfy him. He loosened his grasp, all the while keeping you locked in place.
“That’s just too bad for you,” he huffed, his breath half a laugh and half exasperation, “although I’ve a feeling you’ll soon forget everything about it…”
Your throat was suddenly free, a brief respite as his hand was replaced by the sharp tip of his unsheathed sword prodding at the skin under your chin. Its edge prickled dangerously close to your vital veins, so you tried to stay still, taking in air in small breaths.
When his stance stiffened, his limbs tensing like the coiling slickness of an attacking viper, you could not help but whimper.
“Why..?” your trembling pupils looked down your nose to him, and instantly his intended attack ceased, body straightening up with a mischievous smile.
“Why..?’ Do I even need a reason to dismantle this accursed guard?!”
It was a rhetorical question; the way he shook his head and shoulders dismissively suggested so.
His eyes trailed to yours.
“Would you even care to know?”
You pleaded silently with your eyes, a gesture that eluded him, but still he provided a positive answer.
“Who am I kidding? Of course you would, eh. But it’s not like you’d understand,” his grin then turned into one of self-satisfied devilry. The way surprise overtook your features encouraged him further, “What? You thought I wouldn’t notice your blatant groveling? Always following me around like some kind of mutt, desperate for the least of attentions. Pathetic.”
Tears began wetting your eyes –this he noticed in the pallid light of the moon.
“Heh. Even now...” his voice became lower, taunting, “… I bet…”
The tip of his estoc traveled downwards, stopping on the edge of your dress, just between your heaving breasts.
“… You’re still hungry for me!”
The nocturnal wind bit at your skin, the sound of shredded fabric filling your ears as you closed your eyes fearfully when you saw Janne preparing an attack. You blinked questioningly when the lack of sting or burn made you realize he hadn’t moved forward with you as prey in mind.
Your dress, as well as your underwear, however, had not been spared. The materials hanged loosely on your shoulders, your torn panties bunched around your ankles. You gazed wordlessly at Janne as you heard him chuckle darkly: his eyes were roaming your exposed frame shamelessly. Red flushed your cheeks.
“Just as I thought.”
You knew what he was referring to: your nipples were made painfully hard in the cold air, although you knew they had also been beforehand, the dread and thrill coursing through you making your every hair stand on end.
His sword lowered to his side, yet you did not want to move –you wallowed in your embarrassment. His free hand shot forward, thumb and index teasing your teat.
“So careless. Powerless. Just like them.”
It was obvious he thought about his earlier victims, skewered upon the thin but murderous blade in his hand. You cried out sharply when suddenly he tugged on your breast harshly.
“And yet your determination remains unchanged. Your mind is clouded with outdated ideals; makeshift convictions provided to justify your own actions, your own beliefs,” his hand released your sensitive breast to snake slowly downwards, tracing circles on your belly, “Even as you witnessed me brutalise their rotten carcass, you still believed I have a reason. You still think there is some kind of misunderstanding,” his hand palmed your hip, bruising the skin as he kneaded it firmly, “but really, are you so dense that you haven’t noticed?” his free hand motioned to his chest.
Your breath itched and words caught in your throat as you identified the crest embroidered on his leather armor. The empire. You had been right: his outfit had been different. You hastily looked to his hair, and indeed you were right again: his normal raven hair sported streaks of alabaster bangs, his locks the color of emerald green leaves. Even as betrayal rooted its fangs through you at the implications of your observations, you could not help but admire the way his mane framed his serious face.
“Ja-Janne… How could you? Nikolai… And Yew-”
“-Don’t you dare speak his name!” he hissed between gritted teeth.
You recoiled from the brutality of his tone and the anger festering in his eyes.
A deep laugh resounded lowly in Janne’s throat as he tightened his hold on your hip. You winced from the strain.
“Anyhow, it seems everything finally got through that thick skull of yours,” his hand swatted away yours as you tried to cover yourself, an ounce of dignity still clinging to you, “I think it’s time you meet up with your friends, where you belong –on the ground. I’ll make you grovel like the varmint you were so obstinate to be.”
You shut your eyes as you awaited the agonizing sting of death –but never it came. Instead Janne’s hand left the roundness of your hip, and two of its fingers ferociously penetrated your unguarded cunt. You choked on a sob at the unexpected intrusion, gulping down air hungrily as you willed your body to remain still in his hold. His fingers immediately began moving within you, wiggling as they prodded every inch of your slick walls.
Moments later they left you, but your relief faded quickly as Janne studied the two of his wet fingers, “Drooling like a stray already,” his fingers made scissoring motions, strings of your fluids connecting the both of them.
Shortly after his eyes were affixed on yours, devilish joy twinkling within their depths, and his digits hovered dangerously close to your trembling lips.
“Now be a good pup. Lick.”
His fingers invaded your mouth, their tip pressing down on your tongue as he forced you to taste yourself, all the while preventing you from biting down. You gagged slightly when he pushed them in further, your eyes watering up from the burn. His hand retreated from your mouth, and he spent a while examining it again, before proceeding to violate your womanhood with it –this time three digits where inserted, twisting and delving forcefully inside. You bit the inside of your lips to prevent further sobs from leaking out. Tired from your lack of reaction, Janne changed tactics.
His touch faltered on your skin, momentarily freeing you. You wished to run: the muscles in your legs temporarily contracted, but untwined when you heard the sound of a belt buckle coming undone.
Then suddenly you were hoisted up on the tree, your damaged dress hiking up on your back, the bark digging through the material and into your skin. Janne’s hands were now digging into the flesh of your bum, and soon the searing lacerations on your back were forgotten when he steered you onto his length, impaling you ruthlessly. The abrupt pain had you flail your arms, yours nails latching onto the coarse surface beneath you as you hit the back of your head while crying out.
Janne growled like a feral beast as he hilted into you, jabbing your womb painfully hard. Your outer lips stretched around the wide base of his cock, engulfing him tightly while he stayed momentarily motionless.
“Your cunt’s taking me so eagerly. What would our comrades say if they saw you like this, I wonder?”
Your eyes flickered to the corpses laid behind him, and bile rose in your throat. You closed your eyes in an effort to obscure the sight –but Janne wasn’t so willing on letting you off so easily. He gripped your chin between his fingers with unbridled strength, the force so raw you thought your jaw would snap. With fear palpable in your eyes, you stared at him.
“You’ll keep your eyes open as long as this lasts. The time for ignoring violence and gruesome deeds has come to an end –this wretched guard has eluded its sentence long enough.”
Suddenly you were back on quivering legs, Janne’s hard-on slipped from your aching core and his hands grabbed at your shoulders. You were swung forward, plummeting to the ground as his fingers latched onto the ripped fabric of your clothes; the material slipped from your arms as he held onto it, and you collapsed completely naked, belly first, on the filthy soil.
Your arms caught your body too late, and as you tried to anchor yourself to get back up, Janne pounced upon your form, body melding against yours as you were offered the view of your fallen companions. One of his hands traveled to the front of your hips, leading them towards his own, wet erection rubbing between your buttocks. As he entered you again from behind, you squealed acutely, cry lost amidst the silent trees.
“Stop howling.”
Janne’s second hand wrestled against your struggling limbs before muzzling you, the dip between his thumb and index gagging your mouth. You whimpered against the flesh barrier, unable to even bite at it in protest. Janne’s hips began undulating against you, fucking you in short but harsh motions. His skin slapped against your bare bottom, covering the slight noises and cries leaking past his hand.
His nose nuzzled the back of your shoulder with a strangely tender care, and you tensed under him in distrust. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, onto his hand. Even now, you still liked him. Though terrible acts he were now committing upon you, your mind held on to the single thing that could keep your sanity somewhat intact; anything to forget the glassy and immovable pair of eyes set upon your submissive frame, the abyssal pits of their helmeted skull –of which they ghastly resembled the cold tint- like clipping blades every time your eyes met them.
You clasped onto that lingering sentiment of love like to some ultimate lifeline, and found that you could almost find pleasure in the way your body grazed roughly against the ground, how Janne’s hips snapped into your womanhood, how slick his length felt against your clenching walls. Your eyes shut tight as you reveled into that newfound outlet, the grim reality fading into the back of your eyelids.
Janne sensed your receding resistance, and grunted as your inner muscles relaxed around him to allow his cock further entry.
“Heh. The pup’s allegiance changes so easily.”
His rhythm slowed to longer and languid motions, the thick crown of his shaft stroking the ribbed depths of your cunt. Shamefully, you sensed the pit in your lower stomach flutter; pain and denial had numbed your senses, your limbs lethargic under Janne’s shifting weight, and you indulged in the consuming and fleeting coil untwining in your loins. Your sobs turned to sighs under the heel of Janne’s hand, and instead of admonishing you sarcastically like you thought he would, his pounding redoubled in force, back straightening slightly as to reach that sensitive spot deeper within, free hand groping you in earnest.
You felt the characteristic and uncontrollable twitch of your walls around his cock, and heard his grunts behind your ear. Then suddenly the hand muffling your mouth moved, two fingers hooking to the corner of your lips instead. Your moans and breaths leaked, saliva dripping down your chin each time he pummeled forward into you. His face nestled further into the crook of your neck, his hand cupping your hip to scoot you closer to him –then your walls began clenching down on him hard, tugging at his cock mercilessly as he violated you. Your body tensed under him, teeth biting down on the tip of his fingers. Janne groaned from the tightness of your walls as you came, his own teeth sinking in the soft flesh of your shoulder until they drew blood. You cried breathlessly, your receding orgasm suffused with a stinging but curiously blissful pain.
Janne’s breath shuddered as he found his own release, generous spurts of his sperm filling your abused womanhood as he rode out his orgasm slowly, fucking you with waning thrusts. Your limbs still shook with the remnants of your pleasure as he got up and hastily cleaned himself on your torn dress. You didn’t move –not that you could. Not that you’d try. You bit your lower lip in shame, convinced you had just betrayed the brotherhood you had been so proud to fight for.
The tip of Janne’s rapier found the dip beneath your chin, raising your head a single motion. You obeyed without struggle. His dark eyes looked down upon you, expression stern and unmovable. In this moment a voice whispered in the dimmer corners of your mind, telling you to plead for mercy, for a quick death at the edge of his sword –advising you that any kind of death would be a nobler end than running back home in your current state. Your lips trembled with the words you had yet to speak, knowing full well what they would be.
“Use me.”
His sword faltered, his impassive demeanor shattered momentarily –had he heard wrong? An imperceptible smile made the corners of his mouth twitch, and his stance recovered from the surprise. Your eyes remained on him, courage suddenly burning within you. The voice kept crying beyond your thoughts, but you had no ears for it.
“You want to hurt them –you want to hurt him. Use me. Another betrayal, a spy –anything,” you sounded more pleading than you would have liked, however you couldn’t care less.
“Heh. The mutt’s found a new master; how quaint.”
You willed yourself to smile softly, and Janne returned it, albeit with mischief. Then everything went dark as something hit your head.
He swung your limp body over his shoulder, threading deeper in the forest than he had that night, taking the path where no light would shine on neither of you.