She lay languidly on the bed.

She felt clean and dirty at the same time.

She'd woken up alone in his chambers. She'd found the bathroom and taken a luxurious bath, the water coming out fragrant with roses - he assumed that was to his design. Of course, the double doors to the bedroom were locked. She'd soaked there and sobbed, unable to believe she was trapped here at D Point, in his bedchambers, in the deepest part of the Dark Kingdom.

And that he'd taken her virginity, within hours of her captivity.

There was nothing to do but to wait. She'd tried every way to open the door, but there wasn't even a lock. She couldn't even look for a key to it. Either it was locked from the outside or it was operated magically. She walked around the bedchambers, finding nothing of importance. There weren't clothes in it, only the large bed where he'd taken her body, a large wooden table with a soft cloth on top and some fruits and goblets of sparkling water. The adjacent bathroom was ordained with a beautiful porcelain bathtub and freshly scented fragrances. She doubted it was his primary bedchambers, perhaps a spare.

Perhaps he designed it for her.

Her heart sank in the large bed. The sheets were still moist from her juices.

How long would he keep her here?

Were her friends safe?

How long had she been here?

She got up out of bed.

Thirsty, she went to the table and carefully picked up a goblet of sparkling water. She figured it would be safe. He wouldn't try to poison her while in his captivity - why would he?

She took a sip and noted the sweet tincture of a flower - perhaps a rose petal. Letting it wash down her parched throat, she rested it back on the table when she was done.

Then the room started to spin around her.

And she blacked out.

Her eyes fluttered open and she whimpered.

Where was she?

Her eyelashes twitched and she felt something warm in her belly. Her eyes flew open in alarm when she realized it wasn't her belly.

There was something warm between her legs.

She cried out, moving her arms to push herself away from whatever was intruding on her when she realized that she could only move her hands. And her feet. She pulled and stretched.

She was tied down.

Her wrists and her ankles were bound.

She panicked, crying out, starting upwards to find that she was strapped to the table, her view only allowing her to see the ceiling.

And between her legs.

She looked down, her view partially blocked by her own breasts but finding a dark head between her thighs.

She cried out when she realized that he was thrusting his tongue brutally into her channel and sucking her maidenhood violently, like a man starved.

"I... I..." she wailed, "Endymion!"

She felt his lips purse cruelly over her nub to give a vicious bite, making her clit explode with pleasure.

"Pl... please," she cried out, unsure what she was asking for, her voice bouncing around the wall.

It was in stark contrast to him, silently sucking, nipping, biting. She opened one eye, panicked as she looked down at him - his eyes were open now, staring intensely into hers, his head an up and down movement as he laved her harp methodically.

"Endy..." she whimpered again, and then her toes curled, "I can't... I want..."

He took her uncertainty as a cue to thrust his tongue deeper inside, the thick wet tool darting into every corner of her secret place.

She cried out, her naked body flailing as much as it could given the tight bonds.

Her hands balling into fists, toes curling, her body climaxed gloriously. She felt her juices spill wantonly out of her, her head pounding.

He finally removed his mouth from her flesh.

She barely registered his strong hands at her soft buttocks, gripping them like they were his and lifting her vagina up to his lips, like he was moving a delicious fruit up to his mouth.

Her legs twitched tiredly. She looked down, trying to catch her breath, looking at his dark, impassive eyes.

He finally spoke.

"You're mine," he said, a low rumble, "Your body is mine to feast on."

With that, he slammed her lower body up into his mouth and began to suck hard on her.

She cried out, tears spilling down both sides of her face as she exploded in pleasure. Her body was undulating uncontrollably, thrashing against her bonds.

She was his.

She could deny him nothing.

She was too tired to respond when his head finally left the place between her legs. She felt him crawl up over her body, over the board he'd tied her to. Her eyes widened and she moaned when he crashed his lips on hers, the taste a combination of his sweat in the hot room and her own juices. She denied him nothing, didn't know how to, as his tongue chased hers around her mouth.

She was enthralled in the deep and sweaty kiss, barely noticing the bonds around her wrists and ankles dissolve.

She barely felt his thick legs pushing her skinny thighs apart.

She barely realized he'd poised himself on top of her, in front of her, her legs now spread apart.

She gave a wordless gasp, mouth agape when she felt him enter her.

His impossibly massive cock slammed into her wet body.

He swallowed her surprised gasp, his mouth plundering hers even harder as he moved inside of her. He thrust again while she whimpered. He thrust and she whimpered. Thrust, whimper. All the time he kept his lips glued to hers, even as his plunges grew harder, more savage. She began to pant into his mouth, her thin arms wrapping around his muscle neck, hanging on for dear life as he thrust again.

The pressure in her core began to build, her juices lubricating her channel enough that the enormity of his member didn't tear her. But she felt so filled, her mouth trying to cry out but every time she parted her lips he'd kissher more savagely. She flailed her legs, taking it in, accepting the massive tool inside of her, driving in, spearing her, invading her.

She finally managed to pull away and he let her.

Her hands came to rest on his thick biceps, her eyes looking innocently up at him, wincing at the pleasured pain he caused her, and he stared back, his handsome eyes dark and predatory.

She whispered it.

"Endy..."

She closed her eyes, her body glowing as she climaxed around his cock.

He snarled.

As her body wet, she felt him pound harder, faster, rougher into her. His hands left her wrists to hold her hands, still forcing them down on to the soft surface but fingers interlocking.

Somehow, she found her own knees bending to lock around his muscular hips.

He must have considered it acceptance, since his eyes darkened immediately and reangled his cock, thrusting at a deeper angle.

The next brutal thrust sending her over the edge as her vagina spasmed.

She gripped him with her climax.

He pounded even harder into the tighter channel, a loud growl emitting from his chest.

There was no turning back for either of them.

He cock was a blur now, only a huge rigid ram pounding relentlessly into his captive princess. Slam, slam, slam, slamslamslam, slamslamslamslamslam.

He roared one more time.

She felt it, large amounts of hot seed shooting into her like a volcano had erupted inside her tiny body. She finally let herself cry out, feeling the hotness burn her as his cock - still hard, drove in and out of her defenseless, spasming canal. Her vagina was fasciculating out of control, trying to will the thick intrusive member out of her but simultaneously gripping it tight in its depths. She felt her canal fill, her womb full of his hot, dark seed.

Her body felt fully sated, satisfied, dirty, pleasured, calm, loved, violated, spent.

He fell on top of her, panting softly. She felt his sweaty body grip hers tiredly and pull her to his chest as he lay on his back. She rested her head at the crook of his neck, smelling is virility, his masculine sweat, his seed.

She let sleep take her.