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When the Disc of Cauthess was collapsing all around you and the imperial airship came closing in, the last person you had expected was Ardyn. Was it really a surprise that he was the Imperial Chancellor? Nope. You had suspected he was related to the Imperials in some way, though you hadn’t expected him to be so ‘generous’ by giving the group of you a way out when you all had no other option. You and the guys knew he had something up his sleeve, but without any other choice, the group boarded the airship as lava and fire erupted around you. Through a tiny porthole window, you watched as flames engulfed the area where you had just been standing. Without Ardyn’s help, the group surely would have perished.
Though the ride wasn’t anything like what you had anticipated.
The airship ride was mostly silent; You, Noctis, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis were all huddled in a group on the airship floor, trying hard to stay away from Ardyn and keep whispers amongst yourselves away from his ears. You sat on the far side of them, away from Ardyn, and that was probably for the best; The entire car ride to the disc with Ardyn, and even now, he seemed to stare at you, leering without care for what you thought. He talked to you the most out of the group, and the guys, as well as you, found that more than unsettling.
“Can we really trust him?” Prompto asked quietly.
Noctis shot a look at the wine-haired man himself, who was leaning casually against the wall of the airship like this was a damn vacation and not what was essentially a kidnapping of a foreign royal and his retainers, “Hell no. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I can throw him.”
“Like you could throw him far with your scrawny arms, princess.”
“Shuddup, Gladio.”
Despite the banter, the group remained on edge. You glanced back at Ardyn to see him staring at you again.
“Gentlemen,” Ignis managed to silence the others, “We find ourselves in quite a serious situation. It’d be best not to turn on each other. Ardyn is the one holding all the cards.”
“So what do we do?” you asked in a hushed tone.
Ignis, for once, was unable to answer.
“Guess we play it by ear,” Gladio said, "Whatever he's got planned, we've just gotta be ready."
All kinds of thoughts ran through your mind. What if Ardyn was bringing you into an ambush, a firing squad with enough bullets to slaughter all of you in seconds? What if he separated you all, and you never saw your friends again? What-ifs kept coming up. You could only lean on your friends, hoping silently that they had a better idea of what to do than you did.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, save for a brief instance in which Ignis tried to convince Ardyn to release you all, to no avail, Ardyn playing it off with his usual aloofness.
Finally, the airship shifted slightly as it landed. The cargo door opened, and Prompto led the way, splaying out on the grass like a starfish as he mumbled something about being surprised to be alive. There was no Imperial ambush, and the surrounding area appeared to be a simple field, close to the chocobo outpost. Noctis was out next, followed by Gladio, and then Ignis. You were a step behind them, having been furthest from the door. You felt a hand grab your wrist, and you froze.
“Just a moment, dear, if you would,” Ardyn said, those devilish eyes staring down at you.
“Y/N?” Noctis called out to you, looking confused as you faced Ardyn.
With a flick of his finger, the airship door shut in less than a second, though you heard your friends hurriedly calling out your name, the sound muffled through the airship door. The airship took to the air with the whir of its engines, shifting as it rose away from the ground.
You yanked your wrist from Ardyn’s grasp and screamed at him, “Let me go!”
“Now, now, that won’t be necessary, dear.” He withdrew a needle from his pocket. A feeling like ice flooded your veins.
“Don’t you fucking dare," you hissed at him, standing in a defensive position.
“Oh, don’t be like that. This’ll be so much easier if you just let it happen.” His voice was disgustingly sweet, sending a shiver through your body.
He was on you in an instant, his one arm wrapped around you as the needle slid into your neck. You thrashed hard against him until the world faded to black and your helpless body fell limp against him.
“Fuck!” Noctis kicked a rock hard from the ground into a tree, breaking a patch of bark off of it. He watched, unable to do anything as the airship quickly ascended into the clear sky, turning into a black dot among a sea of azure.
“Shit,” Gladio clenched his fists, which were shaking with fury as he watched the airship disappear, “I’ll kill him.”
“Not if I get to him first,” Noctis growled. His eyes were wide, neck craned to watch as his rage matched Gladio’s, reaching a level they had not seen even when Noctis had learned of the fall of Insomnia.
“What do you think he wants with her?” Prompto asked, his hands shaking. He stood beside Noctis, looking pale.
“Nothing good, I’d presume.”
“Yeah, no shit, Iggy,” Gladio let out a deep sigh, “Ardyn, that fucking bastard.”
“Cursing and spitting will get us nowhere,” Ignis said, staring up at the sky, “The only thing we can do now is attempt to find out where she may have been taken, and go on from there. We do need to keep in mind that we are to find the royal tombs as well—”
“Tombs?” Noctis got in his face, “Is that really what you’re concerned about? The fucking royal tombs? Y/N just got kidnapped by the fucking empire’s creepiest scumbag, and you’re concerned about the fucking royal tombs—”
“Calm down!” Ignis replied, “Listen, we do have a mission to complete, still. We can do both. It may take some time to find resources that can help track her down, and in the meantime, we’ll look for tombs as well. We’ll consider her the priority, but we must keep our task just below her. Got it?”
Noctis sighed, letting his shoulders slump. “Fine.” He looked down at the ground, sadly, “I just hope he doesn’t…” Rape her? Kill her? Torture her? Anything could happen.
Noctis had seen the way Ardyn was looking at you, the way he changed his mannerisms to be almost flirtatious, and how he spared the most attention for you. The idea of you in his hands made him sick to his stomach.
“We’ll get started right away,” Ignis said, “We won’t be able to move quite as fast without the Regalia, but perhaps where they may have taken it, they may have also taken Y/N. We should start there.” He summoned his map from warp space, “And if I’m correct, the chocobo corral isn’t far from here. We’ll go there and formulate a plan.”
Slowly, you returned to consciousness, the memory of what had just occurred still seared into your mind. You expected to awaken in a dark, dank cell, with chains on your wrists and ankles and maybe your clothes torn as well. At least, that’s what they show in the movies.
Instead, you found yourself in a mostly white room, looking more like a hotel room than anything else, with a four-poster bed you were lying on with a white canopy that separated you from the rest of the room. You opened the curtain and got a clearer picture.
There were two doors; one was slightly ajar, but it clearly went into a bathroom. The other, when you walked over and tested the knob, was locked. Figures. When you kicked it, the thing wouldn’t even budge. It was as solid as a rock. No luck there.
There was a white nightstand with a clock on it that read 7:34 a.m. You approached it, staring at it as though it held the answers to all your burning questions.
How long have I been here? How do I escape? Where do I go once I get out of here? Since you had no idea how long you were unconscious, you could be anywhere in Eos at that moment. Things were looking grim.
You sat down on the bed and yanked the blanket up over your shoulders. You were still wearing your Crownsguard uniform, except for the boots, which were nowhere in sight. If you managed to escape, it wasn’t going to be easy running around in just your socks.
As you lay there, barely able to hold back your tears, you sensed a presence behind you and heard footsteps on the soft white carpet. "Awake yet, darling?"
You recognized Ardyn's voice without even looking at him, and it dripped with the same smarmy tone it usually carried, with a hint of something else beneath it. Instead of turning to him, you merely pulled the blankets tighter as tears rolled down your cheeks.
Though you meant to sound brave, your voice kept breaking as you spoke. “Why am I here? What do you want with me?”
“All in due time, dear,” he cooed, as though consoling a child.
“Are the guys okay?” you whimpered. Anything could have happened to them after the airship took off. For all you know, he had them surrounded and slain by those awful Magitek soldiers.
He snickered in laughter. You growled at him defiantly. "Oh, dear," he purred, walking around the bed, eyeing you like a cat with its prey, "They're safe. As I promised, they have been delivered from danger." He now stood above you and had the curtain pulled away, his face just inches away from yours. "I'd be more worried about yourself if I were you." He leaned his head to yours, his eyes level with your own as he placed a hand on your chin, his thumb tracing your soft skin.
"Are you going to kill me?" you whispered, sniffling. You wiped the hot tears off of your face with your sleeves.
His intentions were hidden well behind his amber eyes, nothing in his expression except a playful smile. He’s toying with me. You shuddered at the thought of what he could do.
He laughed mockingly. "No, I won't. Trust me, you’re safe here." He stood up, "I have much better uses for you."
Before you could ask what he meant by that, he seized you by the shoulders and shoved his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you moaned in protest. His sweet musk flooded your nostrils as he ground his face against yours, his stubble scratching your chin.
You gasped for breath as he parted from you. “What?” You wiped your mouth, “What the hell was that for?”
"I'd suggest you cooperate, dear, it'll make this easier." His face lingered near yours, a sickening smile on his lips as he stared into your eyes, eagerly awaiting a response. Your stomach turned as you realized what he was going to do, probably the main reason he had brought you there.
You glared at him. "Not a chance."
"Oh, dear," he said, tilting his head to the side as he feigned hurt, "I guess I'll need some help, then," he pulled a vial of pink liquid from his coat pocket and popped the lid. Though the liquid inside was thick and shimery, your stomach twisted as you looked at it. It couldn't be anything good.
"No, please!" You struggled against his remaining hand, which only clutched you harder in response, "You don't have to do this!"
"Oh, but I want to," he growled, his voice dripping with desire that made you sick to your stomach, "Don't worry; once you've had a taste of this, you'll enjoy every second of it."
He tipped the vial into his own mouth before he pressed his lips to your own, forcing the sweet-tasting liquid into your mouth. A drop of it dribbled down your chin. He parted from you with a sharp pop.
"Swallow," he commanded, standing up straight so that his form stood intimidatingly before you.
When you did as asked, a strange sensation began spreading throughout your body. The tingling spread to your fingers and toes, filling you with energy whilst at the same time washing away the anxiety, and then, you blushed. Wetness started to soak through your panties, a twitching, aching need burning down there as you struggled against strange and intrusive thoughts. His proximity to you stole your breath away. You could feel the heat from his body, igniting a need deep inside you, though you were aware of how wrong it felt. What the hell is that stuff? I can’t… fuck… it’s…
Heat coursed through your veins. It was as though your mind was melting as lustful thoughts invaded your brain, becoming increasingly intrusive with every passing second. You struggled against it as you thought about just what it would be like to have his hands all over your body, what it would be like to taste his sweet lips again, inhale that manly musk of his. Why am I thinking these things?
"Now," He ran his rough fingers down your cheek and popped one into your mouth up to the first knuckle. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" You hummed affirmatively, and he stuck in another. He continued, “You’ll do what I say?” Again, you hummed in affirmation. You could hardly struggle against yourself by now, a lustful need growing deep within your loins. Your very mind was being twisted to his desires.
"What a good little slut you are," he purred and extracted his fingers.
Then he pressed a quick, gentle kiss to your lips before he swept you into his arms. He tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, straddling you with his growing cock pressing hard against your thigh. Above you, he looked you up and down, savoring the helpless yet aroused look you gave him. He bit his lip as he watched you struggle weakly beneath him before giving in allowing him full control.
He slid his hands under your shirt and gave your breasts a quick squeeze, then lifted your shirt over your head. He got to work on your bra and quickly tossed it aside before kneeling down to tease one nipple with his tongue whilst palming the other breast, moaning all the while.
With his face still pressed into your chest, he said, "So delicious— I'm surprised those friends of yours have been able to resist. If it was me," he turned his gaze to you, "I'd be fucking you every chance I had, on every surface imaginable."
"Ahhh!" You moaned in surprise as he bit down on the side of your breast. That damn pink liquid. Whatever it was, it was making everything he did feel unimaginably good.
He pulled down your pants and smirked at seeing your underwear, a visible wet spot over your aching hole, feeling so needy, so empty. "Such a slut," He traced the lace edge of your pink panties, "Which one of those boys have you been fucking, hmm?" He chuckled at your whine of protest, "The blonde one seems to be the most likely, but I wouldn't rule out the prince. Or maybe the prince's shield is more to your tastes?" Again, he chuckled at your whines, "Oh darling, I tease," He ducked his head down and you gasped as he began teasing your entrance with his tongue through your panties.
"You're soaking wet, and you taste so good," he commented, pressing his face into you, "So wet. Is it me you're wanting, dear? Or someone else." He pressed his clothed cock against your weeping entrance, eliciting a moan.
You looked into his eyes, panting, struggling to hold back your moans as he rubbed himself against you. You, you thought it but wouldn't admit it. The way your body was at that moment you would let anybody fuck you. But Ardyn was different. Admittedly, your first two thoughts when meeting him were, this guy's a jackass and but he's a hot jackass, age aside.
And now he had you wrapped around his finger, in a strange bedroom with no way out but to give in to his twisted desires.
You could feel a nip at your entrance as he bit onto your panties, then pulled them down your legs with his teeth, growling with primal desire. Halfway down, he let go, pulled them off with his hand, and discarded them.
"Won't be needing those anymore."
Slowly, he massaged your thighs, inching closer to your hole with each stroke. Then, he pressed his index finger into your hole, just to the first knuckle, and looked up with a look of surprise.
"Oh, my. You're a virgin, aren't you?" he said, knowing very well the answer. He could very easily feel the tightness within you, the resistance to his finger as he had pushed it into you. He seemed to almost buzz at the idea, invigorated by the idea of deflowering you.
When you didn't respond, he withdrew his finger, to your disappointment, then pulled himself to be face-to-face with you. "Are you a virgin, Y/N? Be honest, now," he purred, "Wouldn't want to be too rough with you for your first time."
"Yes," you admitted, eyes half-lidded, practically begging him with your eyes to fuck you. A kernel of sense still lingered in your lust-addled mind. There’s no turning back now… If I’m to get out of here, I have to let him take me. I have to give in to my desires, and his.
But giving in does not mean defeat. He can’t have my heart nor my soul, nor can he take away my fighting spirit.
An evil grin spread on his lips. "I get to take your virginity, beautiful?" His cock throbbed at that very prospect.
You struggled internally against the effects of the drug. You wanted him badly to take you right then and there, to fuck you until you came undone around him, to orgasm all over your virginal body, but that rational and somewhat spiteful voice in your head didn't want to give him the satisfaction of your willing compliance, your moans, cries, and pleas.
Until he began grinding his bulge against your entrance, smiling down at you as you struggled against yourself.
"...Yes!" You gasped out, "Ardyn, please?"
"Please, what?" He smiled knowingly. "Say it out loud. Let me hear your enthusiastic consent."
This bastard... "Take my virginity. Fuck me like I deserve it," you gasped out, clutching at the blankets around you as you cursed yourself internally.
He pulled you in for a rough kiss, this time, though, you reciprocated, rubbing your tongue against his as he ground into you vigorously. If this bastard is going to drug me and force himself onto me… fuck, I may as well enjoy it.
When he parted, he quickly pulled his hardened cock from its confines, and the tip grazed your soaked entrance just barely, enough to make your breath hitch. It’s huge. Admittedly, you had nothing to compare it to, but seeing it there made it look massive compared to you. It stood intimidatingly at attention, a hard vein bulging on the underside, the tip of it almost purple with his lust.
"You want it so badly," he taunted, "Don’t you? Do you want me to fuck you like an animal? You want me to use you like the pathetic little slut you are?"
"Yes," you moaned, watching as his enormous cock throbbed in front of you, half wanting it, and half wanting to get this nightmare over with already. The aphrodisiac made your head spin, the sight of his bare cock threatening to completely obliterate your hesitation.
He gritted his teeth as he pushed just the tip of it inside, "So… tight…" his mouth hung agape, completely taken by your body. "They don't know what they're missing," he panted. With another moan, he pushed himself in halfway, making your eyes bulge as he broke the barrier of your virginity. With a painful little snap, you could feel your hymen break. There was no going back now.
"It's so… ugh… huge." Your pussy clenched around it, filling you up so much even though it wasn’t fully inside yet, twitching in pleasure as he stretched your pussy more than it ever had.
"You like it?" he smirked, letting out a lewd groan between his words that let you know he was enjoying himself, "You haven't even taken all of it, yet, dear. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"I…" You panted weakly, the potion flooding you with an overwhelming lust, and you found yourself looking over him, his broad, scarred chest, his muscular arms, his handsome face. Fucking attractive bastard…
"Speak up, dear," he laid his hands on the outside of your thighs, "I can't hear you."
"Please," you cried out weakly.
"Please, what?"
Oh, for fuck's sake, he knows what. If he cared at all about your consent as he pretend to, he wouldn't have drugged you in the first place. "I want…" you struggled to speak through your moans. Even without moving inside you, and only halfway in, he felt so good. You felt as though you could orgasm around him if he moved just slightly within you.
He pressed his chest against you, pressing your body into the mattress, his hands on either side of you. His lips brushed yours, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
"Tell me," he whispered, his breath hot on your face, "Tell me what you want, and I’ll gladly give it to you, beautiful."
"I want….I, um...” Though you could hardly form a coherent thought, you fought against your own desires. I want to get the fuck out of here. I want you to release me and I want you to jump off the nearest fucking cliff and drown. “You… I want you, Ardyn."
He chuckled. "Then it'd be rude of me to not give you what you want."
He pushed himself all the way inside of you with a guttural groan, and your back arched as he reached so deep inside, stretching you in new ways, going so deep within you that it struck a particular spot within that made you drip all around him. Your blood pounded in your ears as the numbingly delicious feeling of him spread through your body.
"Yes, Ardyn," you moaned, "Fuck me."
At first, he grated his hips against you gently, fighting back moans as he did so. Your face reddened. Pleasure pulsed through your entire body, taking you over, making you give yourself into him completely.
He picked up the pace soon, hands digging into the flesh of your thighs. Your words melted into unintelligible moans, and he himself couldn't hold back his own.
"Y/N, you're so wet." He focused his eyes on yours, "So wet for me, love. And tight— Oh, darling, you're so— Ohh yes, I've needed this." He laughed darkly, head tilted back as he lost himself in the snug warmth of your heat.
You couldn't respond. Pleasure built within you rapidly. Your back arched, your body begging for him even deeper, rougher, wilder. Anything to get you off. The potion… It’s the potion, not me… or is it? You couldn’t fight against the orgasm building within you, nor could you deny that, in some way, you desired him, and you wanted him to make you come. "A-Ardyn," you whimpered, "I'm so close,"
"Come for me, dear," he growled, growing more dominant, more commanding with each word he spoke, "Be a little slut and come for your new master."
You didn't have time to process his words as your body was racked by a powerful orgasm, your voice turning to a scream of pleasure as your liquids spilled around his gigantic cock, still plunging in and out of you. You bucked into him, unable to hold back. Sweat coated your reddened body as he sighed and pulled himself out of you. Your eyes widened.
"What about...?" What about you, Ardyn? Surely you want to come deep inside me?
It didn’t feel right, having him simply use you and make you come and not himself. A sick, perverted part of you wanted him to spill his seed within you raw, flood you with his sperm, and claim you as his.
He lifted you into his arms bridal-style, a tender look in his eyes. What was it in his eyes... compassion? No, not from a man like him. Not from a man who had deceived you all and kidnapped you to be a sex slave. Not from the enemy.
"Relax," he purred, stroking you on the cheek, "I have some matters to attend to," He laid you on the bed and tucked his cock back into his pants. "Here's a reward for being such a good girl," With a snap of his fingers, a book appeared on the nightstand, a thick, hardcover novel of some kind. Did he possess magic? His actions created more questions than he answered, "Be good for me and I'll bring you more things," he winked at you before he vanished into thin air. If it hadn't been for the fact that you were naked, still twitching from your orgasm, you would have thought it was all a strange, lustful hallucination.