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˖*°࿐ chapter two ii. RAPED AND DEFILED
IT WAS THE DAY OF the wedding, Laelia wearing the dress that Aeneas has bought for her. It fit her correctly, though she hated it with a passion. It was the dress she would be married off in; the dress she wears when her brother gets an army to win back his throne. She hated those things. She currently sat next to her new husband, who drank from a hollowed horn and leaned over to talk to one of his men. She recognized him as Loki, the God of Mischief, and wondered why he had married her. She was not a goddess. So why would he marry someone like her?
The wind picked up her hair from her shoulder and blew it back, it doing the same to Loki. Men and women were having sex in the open, some even going as far as to fight another man to get one certain woman. One ends up dead, his braid cut off from his severed head. Loki watches in amusement; Laelia is trying hard not to cry.
"Dear, Laelia ―"
"It is 'My Queen' to you, ser Allister," Loki grumbles.
"Alright, My King, as you wish. My Queen, I've heard you've never gotten a proper education, so I've gotten some books during my adventures so you can read them once in a while."
"Thank you, Ser Allister. Are you from my world?"
"I was, yes, but I was banished from my home."
"Why?"
"Because I got caught."
"Doing what? Buying from slavers?" Loki asks.
"No," Allister shakes his head. "Selling to one. Ever since then I've been running through different worlds, seeing what the universe has to offer."
"See, when I reign over Björndottir, you won't be punished for such foolishness," Aeneas walks closer to them. Laelia visibly shrinks away from him and towards Loki, who wonders why she would do that around her brother. What had he done to her to make her shrink away? "Oh, and My King, the killing part is totally natural in a traditional Björndottir wedding; if a wedding does not have at least three deaths, then it is considered that their marriage would go to waste."
"You Björndottirs are savages," the god smirks. "I like that."
"Oh, no, us Björndottirs are very high-class, it's the Enochs that are the savages."
"Enochs?"
"A tribe of men, women, and children that are all beasts. They rarely bathe, their hair is a mess, and they wear clothing made from sacks. They mostly eat horse meat, and sometimes chocolate for dessert if they happen to stumble upon its beans."
Loki lets out a laugh. "Really? Your world must stink from their stench then."
"We do not know, My King, for we ran away when we were only little things. I believe I was only a few months old when we did," Laelia shakes her head, the silver tresses tickling the skin on her shoulder. "We fled before Felix's assassins could find us."
Loki nods, loving the sound of her voice; it was so pure, so innocent. He couldn't wait until he could break it.
"There's another gift, My Queen ―"
"Please, call me Laelia."
" ― Laelia, from Atticus. He found some dragons eggs by the River of Phoenixes not far from here."
Two men come up with a large wooden box, ripping the top open to reveal three beautiful dragon eggs. Red, green, and white. "They were turned to stone many years ago, but they are still beautiful to look at." She picks one up in her hands, the weight slightly heavy, but not much.
Loki rose at the nearing of the wedding, stepping forward a few steps before Laelia follows behind him. Her hair was put in little silver clips, intertwining some of the pieces it held. He leads her to a small little patch of grass that held two horses; his black one and an unfamiliar white one. Ser Allister walks up behind her, "it's for you, My Queen. He got it for you. His name is Artax."
She ran a hand down the side of the horse's neck, feeling its soft mane under her fingertips, and the horse whines. "Thank you, My King. He's certainly beautiful." Loki nods curtly before picking Laelia up by the underside of her shoulders, placing her on the saddle. He had picked her up as if she were a child, his 6'2 height giving him an advantage over her 5'2 one.
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LAELIA, ALLISTER, AND LOKI were riding amongst Loki's men, Aeneas behind them, and talking to one of them. They finally ride up to a camp full of woman and children that had not gone to the wedding, all doing their daily duties. Some cut and skinned rabbits, others cleaned clothing, and children were running around. During their two day trip, they had eaten nothing but dried, salted horse meat, making Laelia feel like throwing up.
"My Queen! Your hands!" Some of the women shouted as they ran closer to her, yanking her off the horse and into a tent.
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THAT NIGHT, LAELIA LAID in her and Loki's shared bed when Loki stepped into the tent. He walked up to her and stripped, throwing his garments on the floor. "Strip," he commanded Laelia. She did not move. "I said STRIP!" In fear, she immediately went to work on her dress, throwing down all of her accessories and peeling off the grey material from her skin. He walked behind her and, without warning, jammed his cock into Laelia's womanhood. She groaned in pain but quieted her whines and whimpers as he kept ramming into her. It hurt, tears streaming down her face.
He slowed and pushed her shoulders down onto the bed, taking his time to drive into her deeper, not faster.
Her face held an expression of pain, but not letting him see it as he kept going, chasing his ever-so-close orgasm. He then came with a cry, filling her with his seed, and he pulled his manhood out of her and laid next to her, going into a deep sleep immediately while Laelia cried into her pillow.
She had been raped by her own husband, and it hurt her heart more than it hurt her body, and she did not know why.
