A/N: Another attempt at angsty noncon porn - part 1
Connor grunted as he was unceremoniously dumped into the center of a large bed. Before he had a chance to roll away or even look around, he was suddenly pinned by the larger frame of his Alpha. He opened his mouth, about to question the his mate's rash behavior, but warm lips were upon his own in seconds. The forceful kiss was robbing robbed him of his voice, as well as muffling protests that would have fallen only fallen on deaf ears.
Hands descended upon him next, pulling the sheets away, to map out every inch of him - except the part that desperately wanted release - causing the Omega's overheated body to arch up against the cool touch. He shivered as fingers trailed up his legs, slipping between them so they could tease the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Nails lightly began to trace small patterns very close to his arousal, tormenting him further.
"Touch yourself," a husky voice commanded against his ear.
Connor's eyes flew wide open - when had they closed? - as he stared up at his husband in disbelief and began to shake his head.
"Or..." Charles' voice took a dangerous turn as he gave his Omega a wicked smile. "Or, I could bind your hands together. Then we can see how long it would take for you to break down and beg me to finish you off... oh I do like the sound of that."
The Assassin growled, resisting the urge to knee the older man in the stomach and wrestle him off. He really did not want to put on a performance for his most hated enemy; but at the same time his body demanded release now that his arousal was borderline painful. Swallowing hard, Connor averted Lee's intense gaze as his hand snaked down between his thighs.
He really did not want to do this.
Not in front of Charles Lee of all people.
However, being bound and forced to beg for release would be much worse.
The Assassin tried detaching himself from his senses and imagined being completely alone as he was used to whenever his heat came around. As he wrapped a tense hand around his cock, Connor tried to visualize himself back in his own bedroom at the Manor. Closing his eyes helped immensely. He remembered the darkness, save for a few rays of moon light that filtered through the curtains, as it concealed his writhing flushed form.
Quiet. He had to be quiet.
Connor bit down hard upon his lower lip to suppress his cries and moans, as he began to stroke the base of his cock. The last thing he wanted was to wake Achilles and alert him to what his student was up to. He breathed through his nose instead, inhaling the sent of male musk and sweat, as he rubbed the head of his weeping arousal. Connor was eager to complete this task, after all his mentor was expecting him to be up early in the morning. His strokes became more desperate as he tugged at himself harder.
Cool lips upon his neck began to break the illusion.
He focused harder at the task that was literally at hand. There was no one in his bed, for Connor never shared it with anyone. Not even his beloved, a man of tradition and morals, who had agreed that they should postpone intimacy until after the wedding. He was alone, with just the shadows that cast themselves against the walls.
There was no one could see his hand moving as if possessed. His fingers were slick with his own fluids. His grip became and warmer and slippery. The sensation felt incredible. It was becoming harder to stifle his moans. He was so close...
So close, so close, so close!
Connor was straining now, tightening his grip a little more and flexing his fingers. His body arched, but could not lift itself off the bed as a heavy weight pinned him down. The Assassin tried to convince himself that it was just fatigue. After all, there were many times he had returned home - after training, hunting, or fighting - and his limbs felt as if they were weighed down by cannonballs.
"Open your eyes, Connor."
The Omega obeyed. Light flooded his vision as that cruel voice ripped him from his past. It did not matter as he threw his head back and cried out as his intense orgasm washed over him in waves of pure bliss.
As he lay trembling from the aftermath, Connor had not notice his husband pull away and began to strip out of most of his clothes. He had not felt the bid dip at the extra weight or the presence of the Alpha who moved like a hungry predator upon unsuspecting prey. It was only when he felt a hot tongue lick a strand of semen off his stomach, did his senses return to him.
"I must say you put on quite the performance," The Templar commented while trailing fingers across his abdomen and pulling them back so he could lick them clean. Connor cringed in disgust, turning his head to try and avoid the possessive kiss that followed. He was unsuccessful.
Connor could taste himself on Charles' lips, and immediately fought back the bile rising in his throat. The salty bitterness lingered in his mouth, even after the Alpha pulled away to pick up the discarded bed sheets from Connor's room. Charles briskly wiped off the excess seed clean from his stomach and hand, before flipping him over.
Although he gasped out loud, Connor was not surprised. He had seen the lust burning in Lee's eyes the moment he was carried off. The Assassin would never admit it, but he was glad to be in a position he actually preferred. Especially over the others his husband put him in. At least like this, Connor did not have to look into the face of his mortal enemy as the Templar claimed his victory over him again, and again, and again, and again.
Large hands gripped his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. Connor lifted his upper body with his arms, and took a deep breath as he tried to relax his tense lower half for the first probing digit. It did not come. Instead, something hotter and more substantial than even three of the Alpha's long thick fingers, slid between the crevice of his arse. The hold upon his hips tightened, followed by hot pressure against his hole, causing panic to grip Connor's heart as he lurched forward in an attempt to escape.
"Be still!" a harsh voice commanded as rough fingers dug into his sides in order to hold him in place.
His vision blurred while hot tears gathered in his eyes caused by the sudden flare of pain that came with being breeched. His body refused to relax as it tensed and shook uncontrollably. He had expected the intrusion to burn, but never at this intensity. It was his first time all over again! He choked out a sob as his fingers gripped the bedding with white knuckles.
"S-Stop!" he cried out as the head - only the head! - of that invading cock bullied its way inside him. "S..Stop...stop!"
Stop, stop, please!
But even now, the Assassin could not bring himself to beg out loud. Instead, he threw an accusing glare over his shoulder that silently demanded why his mortal enemy felt the need to be cruel to him now. Why now, when he had already agreed to give the man what he desired from this union?
With his vision hazy with tears, he could not see Charles' eyes that regarded him coolly. Instead he felt the restraining hands readjust their grip on his sides. Thumbs began to trace soothing circles upon bruised skin.
"You are wondering why I did not prepare you this time," his Alpha had guessed. "It is because you do not deserve such consideration."
What more did this monster want from him?!
The caged wolf growled and made an attempt to twist away.
He heard Charles groan, followed by a shriek that ripped out of his own throat as more of that tumescent organ pushed passed clenching muscles to propel itself forward by a few inches.
"You do not deserve it. Not when you continue to deny me of what is rightfully mine..." The Alpha's voice was strained as he fought the constricting channel for the right to be fully inside of his wife. "I am your husband. You will submit, and you will show proper respect for me like the rest of those in our home."
Oh but this was not his home, he wanted to shout in defiance. This would never be his home. Only a prison, a gilded cage, he hoped to escape from one day. Already Connor longed to burn it all to the ground, just as Charles had done to his village long ago.
He glared down at his trembling hands that were clenched tightly around the bedding, wishing they were on Charles' throat instead. Warm lips pressed against his ear.
"Do you understand, wife?"
The Omega stubbornly jerked his head away.
"Foolish boy, when will you come to accept that you are mine?"
Never, never. never!
Once again he tried to struggle for his freedom. He strained against the hold of his tormentor, uncaring of the bruises and deep scratches those fingers left upon his skin in order to hold him still. Reaching up, he clawed at the bedding, the headboard, anything he could use to pull himself forward and away from Charles.
"Enough!"
A heavy weight was suddenly upon his back, driving the breath out of his lungs. He didn't even have time to recover, as his hips were drawn back the same time Charles shoved forward, impaling the Omega completely with one cruel stroke. He sobbed out loud, collapsing onto the bed as his arms would no longer support him.
His tears and saliva soaked into the fabric beneath his face. Never before had an enemy brought him this low. Still, he would not beg for mercy. He would not give in.
"Even though you agreed to by my wife, you still resist me," the Templar growled while leaning over him, "Even though I hold all that you love in my hands, you still fight. Why?"
Connor turned his face to the side to avoid suffocating against the covers, and took deep breaths while ignoring the throbbing pain running up and down his backside.
Did Charles really not know the answer?
Perhaps not.
Being both an Alpha and a Templar who expected instant obedience, Charles would not know. He was not empathetic to the sacrifices an Omega had to endure once married. Charles, like the rest of his Order, believed in structures and cages, and that peace could be attained at the expense of freedom.
Though Connor was born an Omega and, under horrible circumstances, now this Templar's wife, he is still - both in heart and in mind - an Assassin.
He would not submit, not completely.
He would never stop picking at the locks of this cage the Templars have trapped him in.
"Because," he whispered hoarsely. "Because no one else will!"
A/N: /CRINGE/ Okay a friend nagged and nagged me to put the last line in and I'm not sure if it worked well. Actually I'm not sure about this whole chapter. The masturbation and the rape were supposed to be two separate parts and they just ended up being merged into one.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 18/?
Connor grunted as he was unceremoniously dumped into the center of a large bed. Before he had a chance to roll away or even look around, he was suddenly pinned by the larger frame of his Alpha. He opened his mouth, about to question the his mate's rash behavior, but warm lips were upon his own in seconds. The forceful kiss was robbing robbed him of his voice, as well as muffling protests that would have fallen only fallen on deaf ears.
Hands descended upon him next, pulling the sheets away, to map out every inch of him - except the part that desperately wanted release - causing the Omega's overheated body to arch up against the cool touch. He shivered as fingers trailed up his legs, slipping between them so they could tease the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Nails lightly began to trace small patterns very close to his arousal, tormenting him further.
"Touch yourself," a husky voice commanded against his ear.
Connor's eyes flew wide open - when had they closed? - as he stared up at his husband in disbelief and began to shake his head.
"Or..." Charles' voice took a dangerous turn as he gave his Omega a wicked smile. "Or, I could bind your hands together. Then we can see how long it would take for you to break down and beg me to finish you off... oh I do like the sound of that."
The Assassin growled, resisting the urge to knee the older man in the stomach and wrestle him off. He really did not want to put on a performance for his most hated enemy; but at the same time his body demanded release now that his arousal was borderline painful. Swallowing hard, Connor averted Lee's intense gaze as his hand snaked down between his thighs.
He really did not want to do this.
Not in front of Charles Lee of all people.
However, being bound and forced to beg for release would be much worse.
The Assassin tried detaching himself from his senses and imagined being completely alone as he was used to whenever his heat came around. As he wrapped a tense hand around his cock, Connor tried to visualize himself back in his own bedroom at the Manor. Closing his eyes helped immensely. He remembered the darkness, save for a few rays of moon light that filtered through the curtains, as it concealed his writhing flushed form.
Quiet. He had to be quiet.
Connor bit down hard upon his lower lip to suppress his cries and moans, as he began to stroke the base of his cock. The last thing he wanted was to wake Achilles and alert him to what his student was up to. He breathed through his nose instead, inhaling the sent of male musk and sweat, as he rubbed the head of his weeping arousal. Connor was eager to complete this task, after all his mentor was expecting him to be up early in the morning. His strokes became more desperate as he tugged at himself harder.
Cool lips upon his neck began to break the illusion.
He focused harder at the task that was literally at hand. There was no one in his bed, for Connor never shared it with anyone. Not even his beloved, a man of tradition and morals, who had agreed that they should postpone intimacy until after the wedding. He was alone, with just the shadows that cast themselves against the walls.
There was no one could see his hand moving as if possessed. His fingers were slick with his own fluids. His grip became and warmer and slippery. The sensation felt incredible. It was becoming harder to stifle his moans. He was so close...
So close, so close, so close!
Connor was straining now, tightening his grip a little more and flexing his fingers. His body arched, but could not lift itself off the bed as a heavy weight pinned him down. The Assassin tried to convince himself that it was just fatigue. After all, there were many times he had returned home - after training, hunting, or fighting - and his limbs felt as if they were weighed down by cannonballs.
"Open your eyes, Connor."
The Omega obeyed. Light flooded his vision as that cruel voice ripped him from his past. It did not matter as he threw his head back and cried out as his intense orgasm washed over him in waves of pure bliss.
As he lay trembling from the aftermath, Connor had not notice his husband pull away and began to strip out of most of his clothes. He had not felt the bid dip at the extra weight or the presence of the Alpha who moved like a hungry predator upon unsuspecting prey. It was only when he felt a hot tongue lick a strand of semen off his stomach, did his senses return to him.
"I must say you put on quite the performance," The Templar commented while trailing fingers across his abdomen and pulling them back so he could lick them clean. Connor cringed in disgust, turning his head to try and avoid the possessive kiss that followed. He was unsuccessful.
Connor could taste himself on Charles' lips, and immediately fought back the bile rising in his throat. The salty bitterness lingered in his mouth, even after the Alpha pulled away to pick up the discarded bed sheets from Connor's room. Charles briskly wiped off the excess seed clean from his stomach and hand, before flipping him over.
Although he gasped out loud, Connor was not surprised. He had seen the lust burning in Lee's eyes the moment he was carried off. The Assassin would never admit it, but he was glad to be in a position he actually preferred. Especially over the others his husband put him in. At least like this, Connor did not have to look into the face of his mortal enemy as the Templar claimed his victory over him again, and again, and again, and again.
Large hands gripped his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. Connor lifted his upper body with his arms, and took a deep breath as he tried to relax his tense lower half for the first probing digit. It did not come. Instead, something hotter and more substantial than even three of the Alpha's long thick fingers, slid between the crevice of his arse. The hold upon his hips tightened, followed by hot pressure against his hole, causing panic to grip Connor's heart as he lurched forward in an attempt to escape.
"Be still!" a harsh voice commanded as rough fingers dug into his sides in order to hold him in place.
His vision blurred while hot tears gathered in his eyes caused by the sudden flare of pain that came with being breeched. His body refused to relax as it tensed and shook uncontrollably. He had expected the intrusion to burn, but never at this intensity. It was his first time all over again! He choked out a sob as his fingers gripped the bedding with white knuckles.
"S-Stop!" he cried out as the head - only the head! - of that invading cock bullied its way inside him. "S..Stop...stop!"
Stop, stop, please!
But even now, the Assassin could not bring himself to beg out loud. Instead, he threw an accusing glare over his shoulder that silently demanded why his mortal enemy felt the need to be cruel to him now. Why now, when he had already agreed to give the man what he desired from this union?
With his vision hazy with tears, he could not see Charles' eyes that regarded him coolly. Instead he felt the restraining hands readjust their grip on his sides. Thumbs began to trace soothing circles upon bruised skin.
"You are wondering why I did not prepare you this time," his Alpha had guessed. "It is because you do not deserve such consideration."
What more did this monster want from him?!
The caged wolf growled and made an attempt to twist away.
He heard Charles groan, followed by a shriek that ripped out of his own throat as more of that tumescent organ pushed passed clenching muscles to propel itself forward by a few inches.
"You do not deserve it. Not when you continue to deny me of what is rightfully mine..." The Alpha's voice was strained as he fought the constricting channel for the right to be fully inside of his wife. "I am your husband. You will submit, and you will show proper respect for me like the rest of those in our home."
Oh but this was not his home, he wanted to shout in defiance. This would never be his home. Only a prison, a gilded cage, he hoped to escape from one day. Already Connor longed to burn it all to the ground, just as Charles had done to his village long ago.
He glared down at his trembling hands that were clenched tightly around the bedding, wishing they were on Charles' throat instead. Warm lips pressed against his ear.
"Do you understand, wife?"
The Omega stubbornly jerked his head away.
"Foolish boy, when will you come to accept that you are mine?"
Never, never. never!
Once again he tried to struggle for his freedom. He strained against the hold of his tormentor, uncaring of the bruises and deep scratches those fingers left upon his skin in order to hold him still. Reaching up, he clawed at the bedding, the headboard, anything he could use to pull himself forward and away from Charles.
"Enough!"
A heavy weight was suddenly upon his back, driving the breath out of his lungs. He didn't even have time to recover, as his hips were drawn back the same time Charles shoved forward, impaling the Omega completely with one cruel stroke. He sobbed out loud, collapsing onto the bed as his arms would no longer support him.
His tears and saliva soaked into the fabric beneath his face. Never before had an enemy brought him this low. Still, he would not beg for mercy. He would not give in.
"Even though you agreed to by my wife, you still resist me," the Templar growled while leaning over him, "Even though I hold all that you love in my hands, you still fight. Why?"
Connor turned his face to the side to avoid suffocating against the covers, and took deep breaths while ignoring the throbbing pain running up and down his backside.
Did Charles really not know the answer?
Perhaps not.
Being both an Alpha and a Templar who expected instant obedience, Charles would not know. He was not empathetic to the sacrifices an Omega had to endure once married. Charles, like the rest of his Order, believed in structures and cages, and that peace could be attained at the expense of freedom.
Though Connor was born an Omega and, under horrible circumstances, now this Templar's wife, he is still - both in heart and in mind - an Assassin.
He would not submit, not completely.
He would never stop picking at the locks of this cage the Templars have trapped him in.
"Because," he whispered hoarsely. "Because no one else will!"
A/N: /CRINGE/ Okay a friend nagged and nagged me to put the last line in and I'm not sure if it worked well. Actually I'm not sure about this whole chapter. The masturbation and the rape were supposed to be two separate parts and they just ended up being merged into one.