The Concubine's Chambers
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+M through R › Prince of Persia
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,806
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Prince of Persia or any of it;'s characters, nor do I make money from this fic. I wouldn't mind a peice of the Prince fine ass, though...
Stripped of Innocence
A/N: Even though I haven’t played the game, I am a huge fan of Elika X Prince. I’ve had this pairing stuck in my head for a while. So, what better way to get it out then through smut? This is gonna be a three-parter, each one surrounding one of the encounters Elika and the Prince have with the Concubine. As being the first piece of Prince X Elika on AFF, I do hope you guys find this as satisfying reading as I am writing it. Please read, review, and enjoy!
WARNING: If you are offended by tentacle rape, turn away now! Or at least wait for part two. *ahem* Enjoy!
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He was falling. What happened? The column was right in front of him, he saw it, but then as he was reaching out to grab it, it was dissolving in pink light…?
This couldn’t possibly end well.
He fell to the ground below with a thud; his whole body hurt from the impact, and he was sure it couldn’t be any better for Elika.
A figure appeared before them in a flash of pink light, almost in a blink; and if you did, you would have missed her entrance. She looked like one of the black imps you heard about in folk tales, except she was dressed in such sexy wear, it could only mean one thing…
“It’s the Concubine!”
“Oh, I’m sorry…did that landing hurt?” Her voice was like sugar-coated daggers, rolling off a tongue that just had to be forked. “Here…let me help you relieve the pain…”
One corny line deserved another, and the words rolled naturally off the Prince’s own tongue as he drew his sword, aiming it at her throat.
“Oh really? You know, Ahriman’s other servants already tried that before I defeated them. Do me a favor, and just don’t bother attacking.”
The Concubine laughed. She actually laughed at him. What a bitch.
“No, I have better ways of dealing with you two, little man…”
The Prince tried to charge forward, but it was too late. He heard a scream as he could feel something cold grab his ankles. He struggled to get free, only for Corruption to grab his wrists in such a hard grip it caused him to drop his sword, the blade clattering to the stone ground, signaling his defeat. He tried to pull himself free, but the harder he struggled, the fiercer the Corruption’s grip became.
“No!!! What are you doing?!?”
His head jerked up. Elika was also trapped by the Corruption, helplessly suspended off the ground. That wasn’t why she was screaming though. The Corruption had formed tentacles, two writhing over the princess’s body, caressing her sides in an erotic yet completely disgusting display. A look of horror was on her face, a look that even made the Prince feel dread and anger.
“What are you doing to her??” He screamed, trying once more to free himself.
The Concubine scoffed, swaying her hips as she sauntered over to him and placed a poisonously gentle hand on his cheek.
“Just showing the dear Princess what she’s been missing out on…” Another groan, the Corruption was caressing Elika’s breasts over her shirt, twisting her nipples through the soft cloth. The Prince looked away, now realizing what the Concubine had meant. Disgust pooled in his stomach, along with another feeling he immediately hated himself for…lust. He refused to look up as the Corruption assaulting his newfound companion lifted up her shirt, strangely careful to not rip the material as they once again went to assaulting her petite breasts, harshly pushing the small mounds in a mock caress as the tips of the tentacles flicked and tugged on her brown peaks.
The Prince ground his teeth as Elika let out a moan, refusing to look up to see what was going on. He was starting to grow hard despite his attempts to think of anything but the kinky act going on in front of him. This shouldn’t be happening, not to a princess, especially not a princess.
“Why do you hide your shame, little man? Does this not turn you on?” Yet more moaning. His eyes shot up, and he immediately regretted it. The Concubine had strolled up to Elika, and was helping the Corruption in its task of pleasuring her. One taloned hand was busy groping one of her perfect breasts, the other stroking the area between her thighs. The Prince hated himself so much now, but he couldn’t find the strength to look away anymore. The scene was just too erotic, and he had become hard just from the sounds Elika was making.
“Help me…” She begged him.
He wanted to scream as the Corruption had pulled down her pants, bearing him a view of her beautiful core. Soft brown hair barely hid pink folds, she was already wet from the attention he was sure no man had given her before. He pulled at his restraints with all his might even as a tentacle of Corruption had snaked its way up her thigh, now busy flicking and caressing her aching bud as the other continued to undulate and squeeze her
breasts.
“I’m sorry Elika…” He could not break the bonds. All he could do now was watch as Elika was ravaged by the very thing they had together set out to destroy. The Corruption was now stroking her soaked folds, causing Elika to moan and struggle. Suddenly, the corruption plunged into her, and the princess screamed even as blood trickled out of her core. The Prince hadn’t realized she was a virgin until it was already too late. Elika sobbed from the pain, her body shaking from need even as the Corruption pounded into her again and again,
her own blood and juices serving as lubricant.
The Prince was furious now. No one should ever have to go through such a thing, especially a princess that was so pure and so innocent.
Not her…anyone but her…
If anyone should have been Elika’s first, it should have been him. He was experienced in the art of love making; he had his way with women in the past, although mainly to get their father’s fortunes. At least he would have made Elika feel special and wonderful, not used and helpless as she was raped by damn near the very god of darkness!
“Yes, give into the pleasure…soon you will become one of us. And Ahriman will rule over the world forever!”
Wait…
It became very clear to him now. If Elika came, she would be turned, just like the Concubine had. He couldn’t let that happen, he’d die first. Renewed strength flowed through him, the restraints falling away as he gave another powerful tug. Falling onto the floor, he grabbed his sword and scrambled to his feet, charging the Concubine even as he heard Elika’s moaning increase in pitch and volume- she was getting close to orgasm.
His sword plunged into the chest of the Concubine; she screamed and stumbled back, disappearing with a blink. The Corruption literally melted from Elika, who fell to the floor, horny and exhausted, and weeping.
“I’m so sorry, Elika.” He couldn’t dare bring her any more humiliation by looking at her. He stood nearby and just stared and the grey stone at his feet.
“I…I’m alright.” He could tell she was trying to be strong. He wanted to just turn around and hold her, make the pain go away…what a stupid thought, she would never let him too that.
Elika lay there for a while and wept, her hands over her aching core in an attempt to preserve whatever modesty was left. She never touched herself, though. No. She vowed to fight it off, even if she was only some simple caressing away from an amazing orgasm. Ahriman may have taken her virginity away from her, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of her having a real orgasm while he watched from his seal, the sick bastard.
Minutes passed, her body slowly calming down from the nigh high she experienced so long ago. She refused to look at the Prince. Grateful he gave her some modesty. When she had finally calmed down, she got up, straightening her clothes and cleaning herself up as best she could before walking over to him, her body still a little sore.
“Thank you. We should get moving.”
“Yeah…” He smiled, even though his voice was weak. He was ashamed of himself as much as he had felt bad for the princess he was helping. After healing the Fertile Ground there, they shared a mutual silence as they traveled towards their next destination…
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A/N: And that was part one! I hope you guys liked it. The next part will be much more centered on an actual pairing. Please please please, please review! It’s your opinions that spur me on and help me to improve as an author! And stay tuned for part 2, The Ultimatum.
EDIT: Wow! It hasn't even been a full day and I've had over 100 views! Thanks guys! I'll be more than happy to inform you that Part 2 is already in the works, and will be up ASAP!
WARNING: If you are offended by tentacle rape, turn away now! Or at least wait for part two. *ahem* Enjoy!
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He was falling. What happened? The column was right in front of him, he saw it, but then as he was reaching out to grab it, it was dissolving in pink light…?
This couldn’t possibly end well.
He fell to the ground below with a thud; his whole body hurt from the impact, and he was sure it couldn’t be any better for Elika.
A figure appeared before them in a flash of pink light, almost in a blink; and if you did, you would have missed her entrance. She looked like one of the black imps you heard about in folk tales, except she was dressed in such sexy wear, it could only mean one thing…
“It’s the Concubine!”
“Oh, I’m sorry…did that landing hurt?” Her voice was like sugar-coated daggers, rolling off a tongue that just had to be forked. “Here…let me help you relieve the pain…”
One corny line deserved another, and the words rolled naturally off the Prince’s own tongue as he drew his sword, aiming it at her throat.
“Oh really? You know, Ahriman’s other servants already tried that before I defeated them. Do me a favor, and just don’t bother attacking.”
The Concubine laughed. She actually laughed at him. What a bitch.
“No, I have better ways of dealing with you two, little man…”
The Prince tried to charge forward, but it was too late. He heard a scream as he could feel something cold grab his ankles. He struggled to get free, only for Corruption to grab his wrists in such a hard grip it caused him to drop his sword, the blade clattering to the stone ground, signaling his defeat. He tried to pull himself free, but the harder he struggled, the fiercer the Corruption’s grip became.
“No!!! What are you doing?!?”
His head jerked up. Elika was also trapped by the Corruption, helplessly suspended off the ground. That wasn’t why she was screaming though. The Corruption had formed tentacles, two writhing over the princess’s body, caressing her sides in an erotic yet completely disgusting display. A look of horror was on her face, a look that even made the Prince feel dread and anger.
“What are you doing to her??” He screamed, trying once more to free himself.
The Concubine scoffed, swaying her hips as she sauntered over to him and placed a poisonously gentle hand on his cheek.
“Just showing the dear Princess what she’s been missing out on…” Another groan, the Corruption was caressing Elika’s breasts over her shirt, twisting her nipples through the soft cloth. The Prince looked away, now realizing what the Concubine had meant. Disgust pooled in his stomach, along with another feeling he immediately hated himself for…lust. He refused to look up as the Corruption assaulting his newfound companion lifted up her shirt, strangely careful to not rip the material as they once again went to assaulting her petite breasts, harshly pushing the small mounds in a mock caress as the tips of the tentacles flicked and tugged on her brown peaks.
The Prince ground his teeth as Elika let out a moan, refusing to look up to see what was going on. He was starting to grow hard despite his attempts to think of anything but the kinky act going on in front of him. This shouldn’t be happening, not to a princess, especially not a princess.
“Why do you hide your shame, little man? Does this not turn you on?” Yet more moaning. His eyes shot up, and he immediately regretted it. The Concubine had strolled up to Elika, and was helping the Corruption in its task of pleasuring her. One taloned hand was busy groping one of her perfect breasts, the other stroking the area between her thighs. The Prince hated himself so much now, but he couldn’t find the strength to look away anymore. The scene was just too erotic, and he had become hard just from the sounds Elika was making.
“Help me…” She begged him.
He wanted to scream as the Corruption had pulled down her pants, bearing him a view of her beautiful core. Soft brown hair barely hid pink folds, she was already wet from the attention he was sure no man had given her before. He pulled at his restraints with all his might even as a tentacle of Corruption had snaked its way up her thigh, now busy flicking and caressing her aching bud as the other continued to undulate and squeeze her
breasts.
“I’m sorry Elika…” He could not break the bonds. All he could do now was watch as Elika was ravaged by the very thing they had together set out to destroy. The Corruption was now stroking her soaked folds, causing Elika to moan and struggle. Suddenly, the corruption plunged into her, and the princess screamed even as blood trickled out of her core. The Prince hadn’t realized she was a virgin until it was already too late. Elika sobbed from the pain, her body shaking from need even as the Corruption pounded into her again and again,
her own blood and juices serving as lubricant.
The Prince was furious now. No one should ever have to go through such a thing, especially a princess that was so pure and so innocent.
Not her…anyone but her…
If anyone should have been Elika’s first, it should have been him. He was experienced in the art of love making; he had his way with women in the past, although mainly to get their father’s fortunes. At least he would have made Elika feel special and wonderful, not used and helpless as she was raped by damn near the very god of darkness!
“Yes, give into the pleasure…soon you will become one of us. And Ahriman will rule over the world forever!”
Wait…
It became very clear to him now. If Elika came, she would be turned, just like the Concubine had. He couldn’t let that happen, he’d die first. Renewed strength flowed through him, the restraints falling away as he gave another powerful tug. Falling onto the floor, he grabbed his sword and scrambled to his feet, charging the Concubine even as he heard Elika’s moaning increase in pitch and volume- she was getting close to orgasm.
His sword plunged into the chest of the Concubine; she screamed and stumbled back, disappearing with a blink. The Corruption literally melted from Elika, who fell to the floor, horny and exhausted, and weeping.
“I’m so sorry, Elika.” He couldn’t dare bring her any more humiliation by looking at her. He stood nearby and just stared and the grey stone at his feet.
“I…I’m alright.” He could tell she was trying to be strong. He wanted to just turn around and hold her, make the pain go away…what a stupid thought, she would never let him too that.
Elika lay there for a while and wept, her hands over her aching core in an attempt to preserve whatever modesty was left. She never touched herself, though. No. She vowed to fight it off, even if she was only some simple caressing away from an amazing orgasm. Ahriman may have taken her virginity away from her, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of her having a real orgasm while he watched from his seal, the sick bastard.
Minutes passed, her body slowly calming down from the nigh high she experienced so long ago. She refused to look at the Prince. Grateful he gave her some modesty. When she had finally calmed down, she got up, straightening her clothes and cleaning herself up as best she could before walking over to him, her body still a little sore.
“Thank you. We should get moving.”
“Yeah…” He smiled, even though his voice was weak. He was ashamed of himself as much as he had felt bad for the princess he was helping. After healing the Fertile Ground there, they shared a mutual silence as they traveled towards their next destination…
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A/N: And that was part one! I hope you guys liked it. The next part will be much more centered on an actual pairing. Please please please, please review! It’s your opinions that spur me on and help me to improve as an author! And stay tuned for part 2, The Ultimatum.
EDIT: Wow! It hasn't even been a full day and I've had over 100 views! Thanks guys! I'll be more than happy to inform you that Part 2 is already in the works, and will be up ASAP!