The King's Concubine

Lena watched the bandits come into the village, burning and stealing everything in their sight. She watched over the Elvin men that pulled women and children from their homes, only to murder the husbands and steal all of the jewelry. Lena watched it al with a curious eye and wondered what she was to do next. She was no hero. She could not save an entire burning village from the fight of the wicked. She could, however, try to change the direction.

She ran out in the streets, her mother watching her from her chair. It took Lena only a day after her powers came to be before she knew that her mother knew what was going to happen. Her mother had seen it all, and instead of stopping it, had allowed her daughter to lose her innocence to the man she knew was the ringleader of the entire thing.

Lena walked out onto the streets already stripping herself of her clothes. People ran and screamed around her and buildings burned to the ground, and she simply removed her clothes, finding the dark-haired man that was going to make her a woman in many ways. She looked to him and he looked up. He did not even looked shocked to see a woman gazing at him, her body uncovered and glowing in the red embers of the fires. He stood up from pushing a kid down the street, trying to get him to run, and walked to her slowly.

“Come to fuck the man who is destroying your town?” he asked in a lewd manner. He turned away from her and laughed. “I’m not interested.”

She continued walking towards him. “Your body says otherwise,” she said in a voice that echoed even off of the flames of fire.
Orphen turned to her, unable to take his eyes from the fiery body, the tanned skin and the beautiful blood red hair. She reminded him of death and beauty, all mixed into one, and suddenly his senses had gone haywire.

He walked the rest of the way toward her and roughly pushed her down onto the pavement, looking down at her full body and the hips that quivered, even though he had caused her pain. “Do you still want me?” he asked of her, looking down at her with a sneer.

“Yes,” she said, turning herself onto her back so he would see every inch of her skin. “I want you inside of me, hurting me, and taking advantage of me. I want you to tear into me.”

Orphen considered, noting that one of his Elvin companions was watching him from the corner of his own eyes, wondering what he would do. Like any man he could not say no when something this delicious was right in front of him, willing to give it up. He did not think it may be a trap, what part of a woman’s body could harm him?

He stripped himself of his pants and went down to her, not daring to even try to be gentle with her. He pushed her legs wide open, placing her knees over his shoulders, and he slammed into her with such a force it made her cry out in pain, and yet she writhed under him. With every pumping movement he gave her, she gave him one back, matching the very rhythm that hurt her. He fell the inside of her, the tightness of her, the newness of her, and knew he had broken something delicate and treasured by women. He did not care. In that moment he lost all sense of who he was and what he was doing. He could only feel the sense of being inside of her. He pounded her into the pavement, scraping his knees and her backside, and suddenly without warning he felt helpless.

“You will be king.” The words were an ominous promise from her lips, and eyes that had been green earlier turned a deep shade of violet. “You will be king and you will turn this country into what you desire.” She tightened her legs around him, not letting him stop his constant barrage of her body. “In turn, you will learn the secrets to rule the world, but your ambition is blind.”

Her eyes never changed back to the brilliant shade of green they had been. They remained violet through the rest of the course of the evening, and would for the rest of her life. It was the color of the highest visionary, and she would be the strongest.

She pushed him onto his back and rode him, her eyes watching the buildings burn as she drove his throbbing cock deeper into her, taking advantage of every situation. He gripped her hips and listened to her speak, her eyes looking down at him with wonder. “You will be king, but at a price, and no necessarily a price you are not willing to pay.”

Orphen kidnapped Lena. That night the Elvin bandits left the town to burn on its own, and he took Lena with him.

Lena would tell Orphen how to do things, and where to go. She would tell him everything he asked for, it would only cost him a price every man was willing to pay, but Orphen had felt her taking something from him. She took her power from him, strived her power off of him. He let the other bandits fuck her, take advantage of her, raping her into submission, and still Lena told only visions of Orphen, and her lips only opened when Orphen asked her to. It was odd, he was controlling her and using her, and yet he felt that she was the one doing all of the real controlling.

One night, on the night of the king’s murder, Orphen finally sent Lena home. “You are no longer needed,” he sniveled her way. “I have all of the information I will need, you may go now.”

What he was too dull to figure out was that Lena had used him. She had been the one manipulating him while he had simply listened to her visions. She saw visions, visions of how to arrive to certain conclusions. No vision was absolute, but she had twisted it so it would go in her favor. Every little thing Orphen did was twisted by her very visions, even to this day.

“And now you know,” Lena said, turning to Serena, who had placed down her cup of tea, knowing the conclusion that Lena was going to set for her. “I was the one who sent the bandit to kill his uncle, and to leave false papers saying he was the closest living relative. I was the one who made Orphen even more power hungry, and you, my lovely, beautiful daughter, are the one who will bring him to his knees and make him the ruler I want him to be.”