Forced into Fantasy
Chapter 7 - Marked

Adomis;

We were fucking bonded to one another, this strange woman and I… Ivy… I couldn’t believe it, even at first. Had to take my gloves off didn’t I?

‘Stupid fucking fool!’

I felt the connection as soon as it had happened, at the exact moment that I touched her soft skin with my own, the sensation of two souls connecting on such a deep, mystical level. I’d only ever heard of such things before. I was actually beginning to think it was all a lie.

Bonding. The concept was plain stupid. That two souls would be mystically connected with one another for the rest of eternity, it seemed a little like a fairy tale. But I had just experienced it with this woman I barely even knew! I was frustrated. I felt betrayed by the cosmos, as if it had doomed me in some monovalent way.

Once we arrived back at the castle I marched along through the entrance and was greeted by several of my soldiers who stood aside and bowed their heads with respect.

My soldiers dragged our limping prisoner in after me, though she continued to fight feebly to free herself from their grasp by kicking and pulling at her bound arms. They had been wise to gag her before we returned; she didn’t seem capable of shutting the fuck up the entire journey back!

My General and loyal friend Tabius stepped up before me, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked past me at the woman we had retrieved.

I only now recall that I hadn’t updated him on my latest conquest, so to speak, before departing. He knew nothing of this woman I had gone out to chase and would have been suspicious to question me bringing her back to the castle.

But he didn’t know what had happened out there, on the field. What had transpired between Ivy and I.

He didn’t know that this woman and I were now bonded.

“General.” I greeted him with a nod of my head as I removed my helmet and handed it to a passing by squire.

I turn around and look at one of the soldiers currently holding onto Ivy’s arm and give my orders clearly.

“Take her up to my chambers. Make sure she is bathed and given something clean to wear.”

“Yes Overlord.” the men both reply in unison.

I can see Ivy staring back at me through her narrowed eyes, as if I had just commanded her execution or something. Those beautiful eyes of crystal blue, as intense as the skies on a bright sunny day. My eyes roam down towards her heaving breasts, partially visible beneath the fine layer of white cloth supposedly meant to cover them. For this I get an angered grunt from her which causes me to chuckle.

As the soldiers begin to escort her away as commanded they suddenly stop as I speak once again, adding to my list of requests for my newest prisoner.

"Make sure the physician tends to her right ankle. She injured it during a fall. And have some food and drink brought up for her as well." I command, my voice softer than it had been only moments earlier, "I’m sure she must be hungry."

The soldiers both bow their heads and drag her away as she continues to try and resist them. At least I know one thing about this Ivy; the one I am now bonded with for all eternity. She is one stubborn woman. Stubborn and feisty… and incredibly beautiful.

The General’s voice snaps me out of my apparent daze and I turn to face him.

“Sire, should I enquire as to what’s going on here?” Tabius dares with a raised brow, “We’re taking prisoners in and feeding them now?”

I let out a massive sigh of frustration as my eyes roll involuntarily.

“We’re fucking bonded.” I announce without thinking before speaking.

The expression on my General’s face changes within an instant as his eyes widen and he glances at the woman struggling behind me. He’s seeming to replace it difficult to process, just as I am even now.

“Bonded? But how is this possible?” Tabius asks, “And who is she?”

“In response to both of your questions, I have no idea.” I reply as we begin to walk together on our way up towards the tower room where we will continue our conversation.

“Are you certain that the two of you truly bonded?” Tabius enquires, “I mean, perhaps you are mistaken.”

“There’s no mistaking it. It happened out on the field when we recaptured her. I made skin to skin contact with her and the bonding occurred between us.”

“Skin to skin?” Tabius seemed confused by this.

I lift my right hand as I speak my reply, “Made the mistake of taking my gloves off when I touched her.”

“I see…”

A moment of silence is shared between us until we manage to reach the tower room. Once we are both inside I close the door behind us and make my way over to get a well-needed drink.

“So you have no idea of who this woman is, the one you are destined to be mated with for the rest of eternity?” my General begins to irk me now as I skull down an entire flask of ale, “Doesn’t that concern you, even slightly sire?”

The ale does nothing. I need something stronger to take the edge off.

“She keeps saying something about not knowing how she got here… it makes no sense.” I admit, “But… there is a connection of some sort. One I am unable to pinpoint or understand. It’s something… familiar about her. But that makes no sense, I’ve never met her before in my life. I’m sure if it.”

“Well, what’s done is done my lord. We mustn’t dwell on the past. Instead look toward the future. We must replace out more about this strange woman and where she came from. Might I suggest that you do not spend any time alone with her until we know more about who she is and what she is capable of-”

I raise my brow at him in protest.

“-I can handle myself General, but thank you for the unnecessary concern.”

“I only mean to caution you sire, she could be dangerous. More dangerous perhaps than she lets on. Looks can be deceiving.” Tabius reminds me.

His words ring true over and over in my ears for a moment.

‘Looks can be deceiving…’

Ivy;

Although I’m furious, I have to admit it feels better to be clean and dressed once again.

After being escorted up to that pompous prick’s chambers, bathed by two strange women who felt the need to wash me themselves, (talk about awkward) and now I am dressed in a long crimson gown and being led across the room to where an assortment of foods have been laid out on the table for me. I assume the food is for me.

There is no one else in the room with me at the moment, though I know a pair of soldiers wait for me just outside of the chamber doors. Probably there to make sure I don’t make a run for it.

The smell of freshly baked bread wafts up into my nostrils and I take in a deep breath of the familiar scent, smiling as I reach for one of them. They are baked just how I like them, crusty on the outside and warm and soft in the middle. Someone must have just baked these.

Biting into it, my taste buds begin to dance with delight at the mouth-watering taste.

I can’t help but moan with satisfaction. For the first time since arriving in this strange and unbelievable place, I feel happy. But how long will it last? I know these are his chambers, he said so himself earlier on when we arrived. Does that mean he plans to come up and sleep here as well? Does he expect that I would allow him to… to… I can’t even think it without blushing.

Then I begin to wonder, if that were expected of me at some point, would I? Would I allow him to take me in the most intimate way possible? A man that I barely knew, and yet knew better than anyone else in the entire world? This was all so confusing.

Adomis;

I am sitting alone in my heated pool with my muscular arms holding me up against the side as my body is soaking, submerged waist deep in the warmth of the scented water. My entire body is finally able to relax and allow the events of the day to rinse away.

And yet even in such a peaceful state, all I can think of is… her.

The mysterious woman named Ivy… The one I am now bonded with for life.

She has me totally captivated.

I have so many questions about her. Who is she? Where has she come from? Is she a part of the Moonlit Guild or perhaps of some other faction? And why does she seem to enthral me so? All of which I am unable to answer as of yet, though I know she is keeping something from me, some kind of secret.

One I intend to discover.

At the mere thought of Ivy I can feel my cock begin to harden down below the surface of the water and I can’t help but imagine the way she looked when I last saw her.

That luscious, curvaceous body hidden beneath her thin white dress. As my fingers wrap around the rock hard shaft of my submerged cock I begin to stroke it up and down, over and over, slowly at first as I close my eyes and think of nothing but her.

The flimsy dress would be the first thing to go.

I picture her bright blue eyes staring up at me lustfully as I work to slowly remove her clothing, rendering her naked and completely at my mercy.

Her long golden hair, I imagine it wrapped around my fist as I force her head to the side and use my tongue to trail the length of her shoulder and neck with delicious kisses. Those pouty lips, they would look good wrapped tightly around my thick cock.

I imagine how wet she would be for me as I use my thick fingers to please her, bringing her to climax and soaking her folds with glistening juices.

And finally her long slender legs, I picture wrapping them around my waist as I pound into her with my cock over and over using such brutal force and unrelenting passion.

The mere thoughts alone are enough to help me reach a quick climax and within minutes I am spilling my seed out into the warm water with a grunt. My lungs empty of air as I slowly relax back against the edge of the pool focusing on steadying my fastened breathing.

I have managed to release some of the built up tension… but I come to realise that it’s simply not enough. I need her. I want her.

All I can think of is… her.

Why?

After exiting the pool and quickly changing into my thick black and gold robe I begin marching down the dimly-lit corridors of my castle; a man on a mission.

I need to know more about this girl and why I am so captivated by her. Sure she’s beautiful, stunning even, but that’s not it. It’s something more, something I can not yet explain or identify.

The two guards who have been charged with watching over our mysterious guest are standing silently by my chamber doors when I arrive.

“My Lord.” they both announce in perfect unison.

Both quickly bow their heads with respect and stand aside, one reaching in to open the door for me. I can never understand why they always insist on opening the door for me, I’m a grown man who can open a door on my own for fuck sake!

But I allow it.

As I enter the darkened room my chocolate brown eyes peer around in an effort to replace her and I am pleased to see that she is laying on her stomach on the surface of the bed, fast asleep.

Her hands are tucked in under the pillow as her long golden hair cascades across them like a stunning golden waterfall. I want to tangle my fingers in that hair so badly, though I manage to resist the temptation… for now.

She wears a long crimson dress which compliments her milky skin tone perfectly. Those long slender legs have my attention as I step closer and closer towards where she sleeps on the bed.

My bed.

It is in that very moment that I realise just how at peace she looks.

She seems calm as she sleeps and something in me stirs, a part of me that has long since laid dormant hidden deep within the many layers of who I am; who I have to be as the Overlord.

I feel something for her, a strange kind of protectiveness that I do not yet understand. I mean, why in the hell would I care what happens to this woman, this complete stranger? One of her companions tried to fucking KILL me only hours earlier. She was probably in on it, so why do I care?

Was I going soft? My mind was a mess and Ivy was the cause.

Before I know what I’m doing I sit down on the mattress beside her, my massive frame looming over her from above as I continue staring at her, lost in such beauty and apparent innocence. I can feel my heart racing, thumping loudly within my chest, so loudly I am certain she would hear it.

But she does not wake. She does not even stir.

With a small sigh I am about to rise from the bed when something catches my eye; a dark marking I can partially see beneath some of her golden hair splayed across her back.

The dress reveals most of her back and as I reach down to brush some of her hair out of the way my eyes widen in disbelief at what I see revealed before me.

‘NO… It couldn’t be, there’s no way!’

There, tattooed across the soft skin of both her shoulder blades was a strange symbol, strange but also beautiful in a way.

Once I have brushed all of her hair away to reveal the tattoo in its entirety, I can feel my heart cease to beat for a moment.

This is not just any tattoo, this is the marking of the 'creator'!

The being more powerful and feared than anyone ever known. I believed the legend of the creator to be only that; a legend. A tale told to children to keep them in line and well-behaved. But here before me lay the proof.

Was this Ivy the prophesised 'creator'?

Had the fates bonded me with the most powerful being in existence? And to what end?

What the hell had I gotten myself into?