My Lover, My Enemy

The wedding was a short and simple ceremony involving Hotaru and I (the hapless couple), a priest (the reluctant executioner), and a citizen (the poor bastard who had to endure the ceremony as a witness). There were also two guards to ensure that I wouldn’t escape. As if I could, in a big, white, billowing wedding dress. I was flattered just the same though that they had so much faith in my skills.

“You may kiss the…bride,” the priest declared, looking as though he wished he were anywhere but there

Hotaru looked as though the priest had sentenced him to live in the Chaosrealm. Slowly, he lowered himself to kiss me. Growing impatient with his theatrics, I grabbed him, pulling his face to meet mine. I pressed my lips against his, and was about to start exploring his mouth with my tongue when he pushed me away.

“Let’s go,” he muttered, taking my hand and dragging me into the direction of his house. Well, our house.

“Aw, what’s wrong pookie?” I asked him as innocently as I could, using the pet name to further piss him off and to embarrass him. He just glared at me.

We were passing by the citizen who had to witness the marriage. He gave me a look as though I were pure evil. I decided to put him in his place and whispered to him as we passed, “Havik has a special place for you in the Chaosrealm.”

The stupid man looked ready to piss himself! Luckily, the guards hadn’t heard me, but unfortunately Hotaru definitely did. He yanked my arm so hard that I almost fell.

“Hey!” I exclaimed angrily. He ignored me, and merely picked me up bridal style (how fitting) when I dug my feet into the ground to stop moving. He carried me over the threshold, into his…our home, then to his/our bedroom where he literally threw me onto his/our bed.

Even though I bounced when I hit the bed, I was fuming. Just because we had tied the knot didn’t mean he could treat me like some common whore like Sareena.

As Hotaru approached, I decided to prove this point to him. I lashed out, kicking him and leaving an angry red mark on his tanned face from my foot.

I knew instantly that I had gone to far, because his face screwed up into such a look of rage that I actually backed away. I turned over and was about to scramble off the bed when Hotaru grabbed roughly around the waist. He my dress in the process, and he slammed me over his knee.

“You keep being bad!” he roared. I squirmed as he pulled up my skirt, and pulled down my panties. But nothing shocked me more than when I felt the first smack on my ass. He was spanking me!

“When will you learn?!” he ranted, hitting me harder and harder, the metal from his armor leaving stinging welts on my behind. “That obeying is the only way to obtain peace!”

“How dare you?!” I screamed. He was hurting me, and I felt utterly humiliated. He proceeded to hit me even harder. I was flailing under his grasp. When he saw I wasn’t going to break so easily, he grabbed me, restrained me, and as I was about to break free he smacked me into the wall.

My head hit the wall with such force that everything before my eyes blurred. When I came to my senses Hotaru had me pinned down onto the bed so that I was choking on the linen. I felt sharp pain shoot through me, and I realized Hotaru was spanking me again. Only this time he had a hairbrush in his hand.

“Stop it! You sick freak! STOP IT!” I yelled. But he just kept hitting me, and I realized the only way to stop this humiliation was to submit. For now anyway. So I let tears escape my eyes, and pretended to cry. “Please stop!” I pleaded with him.

It worked. The moment he had “broken” me, he stopped. I heard him take off the armor on his arms, and felt him gently caress my sore ass. He was being so gentle, that it startled me. After all, how could he go from monster to actual human being so quickly?

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “But you leave me no choice. You have to learn to be orderly. And this is the only way to show you…”

I was shocked. Did he actually seem to care about me? No…I figured that he was saying this because violence generally led to Chaos, and he didn’t want to resort to Chaos to teach me a lesson. He had killed people less deserving of death I had, all in the name of Order. He was definitely a monster.

I felt anger boil inside of me. I wanted to kick and scream, to smash everything in the room, and to rip him to pieces. But there was little I could do right now. And…Kabal depended on me.

I heard him leave the room, and when he came back, he started to rub a cool salve to stop the pain in my backside. I felt the fiery pain subside a bit. It felt good. I couldn’t help myself and I let out a small purr of satisfaction. Once again, I felt as though sleep was going to overtake me. My eyes were closed, and I let myself submit to his ministrations. As I was drifting off, I felt him kiss my cheek gently.

Why would do that? I thought, right before losing myself to sleep again.