My head whirled as Indsamling guided me towards his bedchamber, his warm breath in my ear, and his stiff length pressing against my backside through our clothes. Neither of us were clumsy in our movements, for we each had far too much dexterity and grace to ever stumble, even in an impromptu dance like this. His hands held me tight, with a strength beyond that of mortal men, both firm and gentle, like a prize newly won.

“Mmm. As lovely as your smell is, I must see the rest of you.”

The fey creature whispered a word in some forgotten tongue, laced with magic. There was a flash of light, and I found myself naked, and felt no barrier of fabric between my flesh and Indsamling’s either. A glance showed me two piles of clothes and gear, lying side by side by our feet, but both he and I were completely naked.

I barely had a chance to breathe, before he pushed me forward, causing me to fall across the bed. As I was splayed out over the soft fur of the blanket, his hands touched me once again, lifting my hips up. And I felt his warm breath someplace far more sensitive than my neck.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

Despite myself, I moaned as I felt Indsamling’s tongue taste at my folds, and tasting the wetness there. The fey chuckled, and said, “You are Mine, young Rimedancer, and I intend to enjoy every inch of your body. I will show you things that you scarcely believed possible.”

“I—ooh!—I made no bargain to be yours, Indsamling! I will lie with you, and bear your child, as I have sworn, but that does not mean that I belong to you! AH! I belong to myself, alone, and serve none but Auril Frostmaiden!”

It was hard to be intimidating when a creature far older and far more powerful than you were had you face down, ass up on their bed, and was using their tongue so skillfully. Even the succubi that Siora and Vestele had brought for the wedding ceremony would be hard pressed to match his skill. But still, I tried. I was a Queen, after all, not some kept woman!

“Yes, yes, my icy flame of the tundra. But you will be my woman, and I will be your consort. I allowed you to escape me once before. This time, I will pursue, and there is no force in this realm that can stop me.”

As he spoke, he moved up into the bed with me, and I shivered as I felt his warm flesh against mine. Once more, his breath was in my ear, and now one hand traced the sensitive place at the base of my wings, while the other reached down, and lightly pinched my nipple, dragging another moan from my lips. It was hard to pay attention to what he was saying, when his fingers lit a fire in my skin.

The hand on my back slid up, and grasped me by my throat. Gently, but insistently, it pulled me up into an all-fours position. Holding me by the back of the neck, Indsamling turned me around, so that now I was facing him where he stood beside the bed.

I tried to look him in the eye, but my gaze was drawn to the instrument of pleasure displayed right in front of my face. And what an instrument! Fourteen inches in length, at the least, with a slight curve running along the length, and that monster looked as though it was at least two inches in width! I would have recoiled away from it, but the hand around my neck held me firmly in place.

“Uh, Indsamling, that’s very impressive, but it may be a bit too impressive, you know what I mean? Maybe we—ack!”

My words were cut off as Indsamling forced that member into my mouth, giving me little choice in the matter. Thankfully, he did not try to shove that thing down my throat, not yet, anyways. Suddenly, I was very much regretting my agreement to this deal. There was no way that could fit!

“Shh. There’s a good girl. Every young fey says the same thing, when they first see it. But they quickly learn that their bodies are not like those of mortals. Not nearly so breakable. I am going to take you, all of you, and when I am done, you will never think of seeing any other man but me.”

When he started thrusting, I couldn’t voice my protest due to my mouth being full. I was too busy trying to keep from choking as it brushed against the back of my throat. I put all that out of my mind, and focused on trying to get that shaft as slick as possible. Anything to save me some pain when he decided it was time to switch positions.

“That’s right. Don’t worry about taking it all, just yet. We’ll work up to that. For now, just picture how this will be inside of you.”

I was really trying not to picture that, actually, but Indsamling wasn’t interested in hearing that at the moment. After a couple minutes of oral ministrations, he pulled my head back, off his cock, allowing me to breathe freely once more. Of course, even gagging on a tree limb masquerading as a cock, and without any of my magical assistance, I could still hold my breath for three minutes without worry, thanks to my CON.

But I didn’t have time for my mind to wander over the absurdities of the System this world ran under. Indsamling had clearly had enough foreplay, and was eager to get to the main event. Now, he got up into the bed with me, moving behind me. I tried to turn, but his hand on the back of my throat kept me in place. So I just had to listen to his movements, and feel his free hand as it traced its way across my body. The shifting of the mattress as it took his weight behind me.

I was already having second thoughts, but those turned into third, and even fourth thoughts as I felt his length come to rest between my cheeks and across my back. One hand still held me by the neck, keeping me from moving, from escaping. The other slid across my rear, and down, between my thighs, rubbing gently, bringing another series of moans from my lips. Whatever else he was, Indsamling clearly knew what he was doing.

Then, I felt that length move, and shift. It was no longer the threatening mass across my back, but the promise of his hardened flesh pressing against my folds. There was a pause, a moment of not hesitation, but anticipation. And then it came.

The sudden penetration ripped a yell of pain and surprise from my lips. While I was no blushing virginm I usually enjoyed the company of Siora and Vestele, who, even when they brought in ‘equipment’ of their own, did not go for anything so outlandishly oversized. Only once had I had anything approaching this size, when I was younger. Frostmane had been this big, but I’d had far more time (and drinks) to prepare myself. But that was years ago, and I was no longer accustomed to such a weapon being wielded against me.

I tried to scramble forward, to get free, but was stopped when Indsamling’s strong hands clamped down upon the base of my wings. With iron strength, he kept me from escaping, before using them as leverage to force more of himself inside! I did not try to hide the screams, now, for this was a kind of pain I was not used to.

Flashes of my old life came back to me. A strong man, taking what he wanted, despite my pleas, and ignoring all tenderness or mercy. Using me for his pleasure. My weakness, at being unable to stop him.

I growled, and tried to fight back, but could only hear the laughing of Indsamling behind me as he bottomed out inside me. He did not care about little things like battering the womb he wished to fill. In fact, the moment something felt as though it would burst, a healing spell washed over me, removing the pain, only for it to return with the next thrust.

Soon, pain and pleasure became intertwined, and I began to lose control of my senses as we started shifting into other positions, moving to the fey’s whims. My body responded, and climax shook me, again and again. I couldn’t think straight. How long had we been going at it? I didn’t know. It felt like hours, or even days.

I was on top of him, now, his strong hands upon my hips, as he bounced me up and down upon his thighs. My body had no more strength to resist, and my mind? I barely knew which way was up. But, even through the haze, I felt him harden further within me, and his pace quicken.

It was a blessed relief when I felt the warm heat spraying inside me. I slumped down, my breasts pressed against his chest, as I tried to just focus on breathing, and not moving. I couldn’t move, regardless. I could barely feel my legs, much less move them, and my wings felt like lead weights, dragging me down towards the bed.

Finally, my eyes focused enough that I could see Indamling’s face, smirking at me. With a groan, I tried, and failed, to push myself off of him. My arms felt like limp noodles. And he just smiled at me.

“That’s a good girl. Just rest a moment, and then we can get ready for round two. There’s still plenty of time between now and when your adversaries come to fight you. And I intend to spend as much time as possible molding your body so that it knows its Master.”

If he had said something, anything else, I probably would have laid there, and let him do as he wished with me. Despite the pain, he had fucked my brains out, after all. I wouldn’t have been entirely opposed to a second round. But speaking of me as if he was my owner? That lit a fire in me that would not go out from mere exhaustion and post-sex bliss.

Gritting my teeth, I managed to roll off of him, and off the bed. I took a breath, and stood, shakily, upon my feet, before I looked back at him, coldly. “I said before, you do not own me. You may have a big tool between your legs, and I’ll admit that you aren’t unskilled in its use, but do not presume that such a thing gives you any ownership over me. I am the Twice-born servant of the Icedawn, and none other shall I serve. The last man to try and make himself my Master died by my hand. So shall all who try and chain me down.”

Indsamling snarled, as he rose from the bed, and turned to face me. “Insolent wench! You should be on your knees, thanking me for the favor I’ve shown you! Do you know how many mortals would gladly kill their own mates for the chance to have a child by me? Who would slay their own children for the right to call themselves my woman? You think you are better than all of them?”

I did not back down as I held his gaze. “If they are so weak that all it takes is a big dick to make them fall so far? Then yes. Yes, I don’t just think, I know that I am better than they are, down to the last. I am not some plaything to be picked up at leisure! I am no bauble to be won! I am no trophy to be displayed!

Without turning, I bent down, and picked up my sword, drawing it from the scabbard. Pointing the black blade at Indsamling, I said, “I am Melinda Rimedancer, daughter of the frozen north, despoiler of the godly realm of Izrail, Queen of Frostreach, and the Twice-born servant of Auril, Goddess of Winter! No man, be he mortal, fey, or even a god, may own me!”

I took a breath, and said, “I will abide by the bargain set, and bear your child, Indsamling, in return for your blade joining mine when the fight against a god comes, but do not think for a second that I will be your slave, or your mate. I am no one’s puppet, and I will not be chained again!”

The fey’s eyes narrowed, and said, “Fine then. I will not have my reputation spoilt by going back on a deal, once struck. But know that the next time you come to my realm, you will not leave until you submit to me, body and soul.”

There was another flash of light, and suddenly I was back, outside the warding stones of Indsamling, still naked, with my clothes at my feet. I sighed deeply as I sheathed the sword, and set about pulling my clothes back on. From the position of the sun in the sky, either no time had passed, or it had been an entire day. I was tired enough that the latter could easily have been true. Hopefully, there would be enough time to sleep, before the battle came.