#Lilia

The Home of Twisted Love Lovely commission by anonymous ♥ Characters : Yandere!Malleus Draconia x AFAB!Reader x Yandere!Lilia Vanrouge Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Words: 7561 words Warnings: Yandere, Non-Con (Forced Penetration, Blowjob, Spitroasting, Creampie, Forced Cum Feeding), Minor Violence (Blood, Pain, Being held down), Wound licking, Stalking, Kidnapping, Delusional Behavior, Long Fic Going home alone was never pleasant. With Ramshackle Dorm being the only housing facility that couldn’t be accessed by the Hall of Mirrors, you had always drawn the short stick when it came to walking home. Unlike the others, you couldn’t just enter a pocket dimension that contained your home. Instead, you had to walk the eerie path to your dorm alone. So far, you had encountered enough scary things in this new, magical world you were trapped in, but none of them had taken place on your way home. Still, with the moon barely peaking out from behind the clouds and no one keeping you company, you had shudders running down your back. It didn’t help that your stomach was in twists after the day you had. You had tried to ignore the whispers, the glances. Signs that people were talking about you, which always disappeared when you faced them head-on. As a non-mage, you were already a spectacle— alien , even. At some point, you had gotten used to people staring at you. But this was different. It felt like something was happening just behind your back, brewing far away from your supervision. And although you never felt like you needed to control everything , you felt your nerves thinning with every moment that caught you off guard. People were now actively avoiding you. They weren’t mean, didn’t argue, but when you sat down at a table in the cafeteria, their conversations would stop, and they’d soon get up and leave you behind. Students who used to study silently across from you in the library would suddenly remember they needed to be somewhere else and quickly hurry away. Even the seats next to you in the classroom would stay empty if there were alternatives. You hadn’t exactly made many friends in your time here, but you hadn’t been shunned like this either. And then there was this tension. Rolling your shoulders, you remembered feeling like someone was watching you all day, their gaze drilling right between your shoulder blades, but disappearing the second you turned around. You felt a ghastly chill ever so often while focusing on lessons or your studies, as if someone’s fingertips grazed you, and you smelled the residues of perfumes in empty toilets after you did your business. It was as if someone was playing a very elaborate prank on you, one that was, slowly but surely, going too far. Perhaps you were merely paranoid, but something felt truly off as of late. Even on your walk home this evening, you could feel a presence watching you. The same piercing stare that drilled into you, and the exhaustion that came from being constantly observed. You yearned for the safety of your dorm. Of the closed doors that would keep out whatever it was that you imagined following you. There was little that a nice bath and a good night’s rest wouldn’t fix, even if you’d have to face the reality of whatever was going on around you at some point. But just for now, you wanted to ignore it. Move on and return to the only safe space you had. It went so far that even this completely normal, although a little longer than usual, walk back to your dorm was filled with unease. It wasn’t for the lack of company or the fact that you had to drag yourself home after a whole day of exertion. The rustling of the trees was a little louder than usual, and the lack of birds was more pronounced. The ground below your feet seemed more gravelly, and the light of the moon ever so sparse. You had walked this path a few dozen times now, but it seemed especially intent on keeping you away from your home that night. The constant strain and paranoia made you less attentive than you would have liked on such a night. One moment, you were taking a step forward, relieved to see the glimpses of Ramshackle through the tree leaves, and the next, you let out a yelp as your foot got caught on a root, causing you to lose balance. You were lucky that your head bounced against your arm instead of hitting the ground, but your chest wasn’t spared from the same. Air violently pushed out of your lungs, making you dizzy from the impact as your body went into survival mode. For a moment, adrenaline didn’t let you feel anything. But the second you tried to squirm out of your flattened form sprawled on the ground, you could feel the damage left on you by the gravel. “Ouch…” you muttered as your knee ached. It must have been the first casualty when you fell, the ugly, wet feeling of a bleeding wound registering in your mind while your arms and chest had gotten away with only a few scrapes. For a moment, you wished you could just keep lying down in the dirt and wait out the pain as it washed over you relentlessly. However, even with your muscles and bones stiff and rigid from the shock, you managed to turn over and sit up, forcing your eyes shut as the world spun all around you. “How embarrassing,” you chuckled to yourself, realizing this had been the first time in years you stumbled and fell to the point of hurting yourself. Your days of wobbly, still-growing limbs were long gone, and as an adult, accidents like these rarely happened. Luckily, no one had seen your fall, or they might have added laughter to their gossip and whispers. This way, only your own ego got bruised, and that one could take a tumble even though the timing was awful, your day already bad enough. With your mind settling after the initial spinning, you pulled in your knee, hissing as a shot of pain went through you where your skin stretched. The wound didn’t appear deep, not even as you tentatively brushed away the dirt and gravel from it. A wave of relief washed over you, knowing it wasn’t too serious, even though it bled, coating the remainder of your ripped pants in dark red. It was just an unlucky accident, but it wouldn’t have serious consequences from the looks of it. “Yuu!” The sudden call of your name made your head snap upwards, your eyes squinting before widening as you watched two dark shadows run toward you. It was hard to discern them at first on that barely lit evening, but when the clouds finally subsided enough to let the moon shine through, their striking features made them immediately recognizable. The taller of the two had wound, obsidian-black horns on his head, and the smaller one’s hair stood out, its pink highlights shimmering with the movement of his body. Despite the clear evidence, you could barely believe your own eyes as you watched the Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge close the distance to you, recklessly dropping to their own knees next to you. Their expressions were shrouded in worry, Malleus’ hands hovering hesitantly in the air while Lilia’s quickly wrapped around your thigh and shin, keeping your leg still in place. “My, you took a nasty fall there, didn’t you?” Lilia pitied, directing his eyes towards your bleeding knee and slowly urging your leg side to side to see the extent of your injury. “I’m so sorry, Yuu,” Malleus mumbled, his expression twisting with pain as he watched the blood trickle from the wound, as Lilia kept inspecting it. Things had happened so suddenly that you were frozen by surprise, with a simmering shame rose in the back of your mind. Someone had seen . You had made a fool of yourself. But that wasn’t the most concerning thing to think about at that moment. You shook your head to clear your mind, reaching forward when you were struck with a sudden jolt of pain, your whole body jumping as Lilia swiped his thumb over the cuts. This time, you quickly regained your senses, grabbing Lilia’s wrist and pressing down on it to signal him to get it off you. “What are you doing here?” you ground out between your teeth, sounding a little harsher than you wanted. Truth be told, you didn’t know these two exceptionally well. Even saying you were ‘acquainted’ was an overstatement. Aside from introductions and the stories you had been told about Diasomnia, the three of you hadn’t gone out of your way to become friends or hang out. You didn’t know the first thing about them, whether you shared the same music taste or if they liked sweets. However, despite their own dorm being at least a twenty-minute walk from where you three were now, they had suddenly appeared as if sensing your distress. Like knights, shrouded in the darkness of the night. “This would have never happened if you had come to Diasomnia with us. I told Crowley this was no environment for someone as soft as you,” Lilia sighed, shaking his head as a wave of anger hit him, reflecting in his eyes. “We really should talk to him again, Malleus. What if they get hurt like this again?” Malleus looked up at his friend, expression hardening as he gave Lilia a firm nod. “Agreed.” “Excuse me?” Completely taken aback by them blatantly ignoring your question and talking about you as if you were a pet that needed to be rehomed, you could only look back and forth between Lilia and Malleus, trying to figure out if this was an elaborate prank. However, while you sat there, confused, they seemed to be having a silent conversation you weren’t part of. Flushed with anger, you dug your nails into Lilia’s wrist, pulling at it so you’d at least not have his hands cause more pain to your vulnerable knee now that he was distracted. “What is going on?!” Your question was a mix of desperation and anger erupting from you. Finally, two pairs of eyes gave you their attention, their faces an unreadable blankness. However, their stares were wide, drilling. The very same feeling as the one of being watched had been. They didn’t blink, and a rational part of you wanted to blame their fae ancestry that you knew so little about. But if you inhaled deeply enough, you could make out a familiar scent, and the other part, the irrational one of your brain, told you that these four eyes, green and pink, were dying to watch your every move, every flinch of your body. That part of your brain wanted to convince you their appearance wasn’t a coincidence. And you were starting to believe it. Finally, with another tug from you, Lilia pulled his hand from your thigh, instead twisting it, settling it palm to palm against yours, and lowering it to rest against your leg. However, he wouldn’t let go, his grip firmly coiled around your hand. “Are you okay? You look a little out of it. Did you hit your head when you fell?” “N-No,” you replied, but the corners of Lilia’s mouth pulled down as he obviously wasn’t convinced. “Let me check,” he mumbled, finally letting go of your leg completely. However, instead, he reached out his free hand, clearly intending to touch your face. Instinctively, you twisted away from him, alarm bells ringing in your head. “I’m fine! Just… surprised. I didn’t think you’d see me like this.” Regaining some of the strength you wished you had moments ago, you shuffled back from the two kneeling men, twisting your hand out of Lilia’s grip that tightened before letting go. Ready to get up and leave this weird situation behind you, you propped your hands on the ground, applying the strength you needed to stand up. You didn’t even want to look into their faces anymore, their expressions deeply unsettling in ways you didn’t understand. All you wanted was to crawl into your bed and not have to think about this day anymore. “I’m fine, I really am,” you waved off the concern you could still feel radiating from them. Even with lots of things bothering you—about your life, the students, these two—all you wanted was to go back to the dorm and figure it out the next day. Some instincts inside of you were screeching, begging you to do something, but you were unable to discern what they wanted. Only that getting away and locking yourself up at home felt right. As if there was a bigger danger lurking that none of you knew about yet. “Just tired, I’ll go home and sleep it off.” The two exchanged a brief glance before Lilia got up, offering his hand to help you up while Malleus stayed, like a perfect gentleman, propped on one knee, arms stretched forward as if to catch you in case you fell again. The other students would call you crazy, knowing that the Malleus Draconia kneeled for you, but it wasn’t like you had any friends to talk about it with. “Sounds like a good idea, we’ll take you home.” Lilia’s voice had turned upbeat and chipper as he more or less made this decision on his own, but when you looked up, the smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes. Despite their strange, vibrant color, they swirled with dark intentions. You didn’t know if it was magic or a different kind of malice, but even when you looked at his hand, his fingers were tense, like a trap that was ready to snap. Instead of taking him up on his offer, you waved it off with as much fake composure as you could muster, putting on a smile even though it caused your own expression to tense. “No need, I’m almost there. I can make it on my own, don’t worry about–” Instead of looking at Lilia’s unsettling expression, you directed your gaze to Malleus, the words getting stuck in your throat. Compared to Lilia’s, Malleus gaze was clear and sharp, the vibrant green glimmering like poison in a cauldron. You really couldn’t decide which was worse, the silently hovering Malleus whose unblinking gaze felt as if he was stripping you bare, or the way Lilia treated and spoke to you kindly, but every word was backed with a sense of condescension. Something was clearly wrong, but you weren’t sure if it was a test, hazing, or something even worse. “-it.” For a moment, no one spoke. Then you swallowed down the lump in your throat and began to push off the ground. They both gave you some space, Lilia stepping behind you. At the same time, Malleus ever so little straightened his back to prepare for all possibilities. From this position, you struggled to get forward and up, your knee injury preventing you from drawing strength without being hit with a pang of pain. However, the more you flailed, the angrier you got—at yourself, of the shameful situation you were in, and at not taking the help when offered, which only exhausted you more. “That’s no good,” Lilia eventually muttered, and you felt him sink down behind you, hands on your shoulders as he ever so slightly pushed you down. You struggled against his strength, flailing a little as he did the exact opposite of what you intended. His breath brushed your ear as he leaned forward, his voice dripping with concern, yet you heard the smile on his face. “You don’t even have the strength to get up on your own. You must be in great pain.” Shirking away from him, you watched Lilia’s smile grow mischievous before he looked forward, pointing at your knee with his chin. “Mind checking out the wound again, Malleus? We need to make sure our friend isn’t severely injured.” Acknowledging the instructions, Malleus gave a firm nod to Lilia, then to you. His lips curled ever so slightly into a smile as he said, “Please excuse me,” before taking Lilia’s place with his hands around your knee, inspecting it carefully. “They’re just scratches–! What are you doing?!” Right before your eyes, the prince of Briar Valley lowered his face to the height of your knee, one hand steadying your limb from behind while the other wrapped around your ankle and pressed it down to the ground. You didn’t know what was happening until you watched Malleus take a deep inhale right before your wound, lips splitting to reveal his forked tongue dipping out. You sputtered before letting out a surprise shriek as you felt the wet muscle drag over your skin, from your shin to the top of your knee. Immediately, the area burned up as the wounds came in contact with Malleus’ tongue. However, he didn’t acknowledge your pain; instead, he kept swiping it over and over, licking it up as if your knee were a scoop of ice cream. A low rumble emitted from him as he sighed, hot breath swirling around your skin. You could feel your face flush, unsure if it was from horror or an incoming fever. “What does our lovely friend here taste like, Malleus?” Lilia called out from behind, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice any longer. At his friend’s call, Malleus’ eyes shot up, first to Lilia, then to you. His lips closed, the motion resembling a kiss against your bloody skin, before he muttered, “Delicious.” Again, his tongue swiped across your knee, and you jumped, only to be pressed down harder by Lilia, who held on to your shoulders with an ever-growing intensity. “Let him make sure you’re all good to go. You should be honored that Malleus is doing this for you, you know? Cleaning the wounds of their partner is quite an intimate act for fae.” “P-Partner?” you sputtered out, feeling like the world was playing one big joke on you. “We’re not even friends! I don’t even know you guys that well!” Reaching up, you dug your nails into Lilia’s hand, intending to elicit a surprised reaction that would loosen his grip on you. Instead, he merely chuckled, digging his own nails deep and painfully close to your collarbones, which made you wince. “You’ll appreciate it,” he whispered into your ear, almost sounding like a warning, before adding, “Latest when we are done.” The part that wasn’t struggling with the pain that seemed to assault you from every side wanted to ask what he meant when you suddenly felt Malleus’s purr. The sound turned into a rumble that intensified against your skin, snatching your focus from Lilia. The fae was breathing heavily by now, his green eyes clouded as he watched your knee intently, littering it with more kisses and licks. “Yuu,” he growled between his breaths. It ran a shudder down your back to hear your name be said so… sensually. As if it were a deep desire that was unleashed rather than your name being spoken. “I wish I had been here earlier. Wished I could have kept you from hurting yourself. It’s all my fault,” Malleus whimpered, brows furrowing in guilt as he looked up at you. You were completely taken aback by the, frankly, insane ramblings that spilled from him. But just as you recognized his gaze as puppy eyes, it immediately changed, growing heated and nervous. “But you taste so good. So sweet. You’re perfect . I wanted to tell you, but you were always around these people. They are no good. They keep you from me. They don’t like me, so they keep you from me. I had to save you from them. Needed to keep you away.” “W-What?! What are you…” “Shhh,” Lilia shushed you, pressing a hand over your mouth. “Let him talk. He’s been dying to tell you.” “I’m in love with you,” Malleus bluntly revealed, staring at you with firm conviction, and your eyes widened with surprise while you were forced to keep quiet. “I’ve been looking after you for so long. Been making all these arrangements and made sure you wouldn’t be bothered. I’ve tried so hard to have you transferred. Exactly so things like this-” he lowered his upper body, pressing his head against the side of your knee with a look of remorse painting over his face, “-wouldn’t happen.” “So, please, Yuu. I want to– Let us–" You didn’t know what came over you, but in the moment it took for Malleus to gather his words and courage, you bit down on Lilia’s finger. Catching him off guard, he pulled his hand from you, and you were free to say the thoughts in your mind. "Are you crazy?! Don’t tell me it’s your fault everyone’s been avoiding me! Have you lost your mind?! I can’t believe you’d do something so… insane! Do you not understand how little you helped me?! You made my life awful the last few weeks! And this licking? It’s fucking sick, get off me, you freak!” Without thinking, all your thoughts simply spilled out of you, your voice vitriolic. As if this situation wasn’t bad enough, Malleus had also revealed that he’s been making your social life and mental health the victims of his apparent affection for you. “I can’t believe this,” you spat, shaking your head. “You guys disgust me.” You assumed their silence was shock or hurt, so you pushed away from Lilia, wanting to get up and get away from these mad fae and his underling. They had no right to treat you this way, no matter what Malleus’ feelings were. If he truly liked you this much, he could have told you, maybe even dated you, to see if it worked out. But he was going about it in more than just the wrong way. To think you’d want him to act this way was insane, and not even their fae traditions could shield them from all the wrongs they had done. However, as you tried to get up, Lilia’s grip bore down on you. This time, you body slammed into the ground, and you squealed in pain as his fingers dug into the soft flesh above your collarbones. There was no struggling out of it as the pain robbed you of the ability to breathe and speak, much less move or fight. “They’re only doing this because they like you,” Lilia suddenly spoke up, and you could barely hear him over the pain drumming in your mind. It didn’t feel like he was talking to you, so what did he mean? You tried to make sense of it, but your body couldn’t spare the time to focus on it. “Humans get insecure when nobles like them, Malleus. They don’t think they’re good enough, but they are. It only matters that you love them, you told me so yourself, didn’t you? You do love them, right?” Through the pain clouding your senses, you squinted at Malleus, watching as he nodded fervently with eyes that shone brightly, full of naive vigor. “I love you, Yuu,” he confessed sincerely, leaning forward to your squirming, aching form, still in Lilia’s grip. “I love you so much, it hurts. I’ve never felt this way for someone, but I can’t stop. I always want you near, always think about you. I love you .” “Words aren’t enough, Malleus,” Lilia instructed, almost sounding like a teacher. But what was there to teach? Love? You were still writhing from the pain as Malleus gave an understanding nod like an eager teacher’s pet, repositioning himself in front of your legs before gripping them both in a hand each and prying them apart. “We need to show our love if we really want to convince them.” Finally, Lilia’s grasp disappeared, and you gasped out loudly as the pain spread before simmering down. But before you knew it, arms hooked underneath your shoulders, hands fiddling with the buttons of the college-mandated shirt until a cold brush of air hit the skin underneath. Another gasp erupted, but got stuck in your throat as Lilia pulled up your bra with no hesitation, cold fingers running down your chest before cupping them in the palms of his hands and giving them a squeeze. Aghast, you looked down at your exposed chest, watching as Lilia’s fingers slid higher to play with your nipples. Immediately, you tried to snap your legs shut as you were overcome with unwanted pleasure, but instead of obeying, you got caught in Malleus’ hold, panic rising inside you. “S-Stop!” you screamed, trying to pull your legs in and kick while grabbing Lilia’s hands with yours. However, you were unable to pry them off, causing Lilia to simply squeeze your tits harder. He snickered as you scratched over his arms, trying to find a hold that would be enough to get rid of him, clearly not taking your distress seriously. “What do you think you’re doing?!” “Showing you we’re serious,” Lilia answered, sounding sterner than before. You chanced a glance upwards, seeing the genuine expression on his face. “You might find our customs weird, and being with Malleus will surely be a challenge. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t sincere when we say we love you. We’ve been doing this for you—watching you, keeping others away from you. It’s our way to show we care. But if it’s not enough, we have plenty more ideas to prove our love to you.” “You too?!” you squeaked, arching your back as Lilia’s teased your nipple with his nail, causing just enough friction to elicit a moan. “He made me see just how lovely you are. And the longer I watched over you, the harder I fell. You’ll forgive me for being a little selfish even if you are spoken for to my liege, won’t you?” After hearing all the vile confessions from the two, all you could do was writhe in their holds while Lilia kept teasing your nipples relentlessly. His fingers rolled and pinched the poor nubs as you held on to him with all your strength as if you could stop him this way. You barely noticed Malleus fidgeting with the waistband of your pants until he suddenly yanked them down, stretching your legs straight in the air to pull them off while you gasped and squirmed. To be suddenly exposed like this, you finally came to your senses, opening your mouth wide to scream. Even if no one heard you, it was the only logical thing you could think of, given what was happening. But before the sound could even form in your throat, lips fell over yours, effectively muffling your scream. Lilia kissed you like he played with your nipples. Sometimes teasing, sometimes daring. Rough and long and yearning. You refused to give in, refused to kiss back, but when he forced moan after moan, you were a helpless victim to his tongue and lips. His whole presence took over your senses, your eyes unable to see much beyond his face, your tongue tasting his as he coaxed it forth from your mouth, and all you could smell was the same scent that had lingered behind at places you visited before. There was no longer any denying that he was the culprit who had stalked you. He or Malleus, maybe both, had spread rumors and isolated you from your peers. Yet, they dared to kneel by you and confess their love as if all would be forgiven through it. A loud squeal escaped you, flitting through the gasps in the kiss as you felt a hot, wet tongue run over your labia. In the struggle that happened on your top half, you had completely forgotten the danger on your lower. Pleasure rippled through you as Malleus sucked your clit between his own lips, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive nerve bundle. “I taught him to do that once he got the chance,” Lilia grinned, breaking the kiss just to tease you with the knowledge of their preparation for you. This was unbelievable, far from comprehensible. And yet, the ripples of pleasure turned into tidal waves as Malleus grew hungrier between your legs, eagerly digging the split tongues between your lower lips and splitting you open. “No!” you mewled into Lilia’s kiss, but he merely pinched your nipples, pulling them to the point your back arched, your voice being drowned by grunts and moans. Your hips moved involuntarily, closing in on Malleus, who took it as a sign to continue. Before long, you felt his tongue enter, hesitant at first, surveying your insides before he plunged it greedily into your cunt. You cried out as tears stung your eyes, Lilia’s tongue finally pulling out as a sob erupted from your chest. “Stop!” you whined, adding more quietly, “Please…” “You look so cute when you beg,” Lilia purred, mellowing his teasing grip on your breasts. It did nothing to soothe the rushes of pleasure. Nevertheless, your nipples rejoiced in the gentle touches after enduring the teasing pull and scratches for so long. You felt like an abused mess, yet when Lilia treated you delicately, it only filled your thoughts with more arousal, every nerve tingling. For a moment, you thought he might let go, especially when he leaned forward, combing his fingers into Malleus’ hair and gently tugging him off your cunt that he clung to like a thirsty leech. Groaning, you felt every bit of Malleus’ tongue extract from your pussy, as he slowly drew it back through your folds, forcing you to shudder as it popped out of your soppy wet cunt. His mouth unlatched as well, and he lifted his head to face Lilia, giving you a glimpse of the love-drunk expression etched in his face. “Our darling deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Lilia urged, and your stomach twisted into a million knots as recognition shot over Malleus’ face. “Yes,” he mumbled. “We want to prove to them how well we can take care of them, right?” “Yes, of course.” As if Lilia said the magical words, Malleus sat back on his haunches, giving you a small smile as he fiddled with his own pants. “I would do anything for you,” he swore solemnly, having barely enough restraint to not rip open the button and zipper as he fiddled with his crotch. Lilia—having let go the moment Malleus started to act—took the opportunity of his fellow student undressing to dip his fingers between your folds, making you jump with surprise to feel him slide between your opening and clit, dipping in a few times for good measure. His fingers were brutal and uncaring as you felt them piston in and out, juices flying and squirting out of you, your body tensing. As you were squeaking from your building orgasm, he suddenly stopped. You crashed down hard on the ground, gasping for air while Lilia pulled his fingers out of you, running them up your folds and teasing the nub before retracting his hand. You watched as he brought it to his lips, licking off your juices from his own hand while staring right back at you. And you shuddered when he let his finger pop audibly from his lips, licking his tongue over them appreciatively. “Sweet as a rose,” he noted, grinning as you felt heat creep into your cheeks. It was enough distraction to make you jolt as something hard and heavy fell just above your cunt. Immediately, the heat vanished, replaced with icy cold as you saw Malleus grip his shaft, running the tip repeatedly through your folds and coating it in slickness. “No… No, no, no, no!” you whimpered hysterically, trying to flip over and out of the hold the two had you in. After everything you experienced, a part of you wanted to make you believe this was just a bad dream. One that you had to escape from. Surely, you were safe and sound in your bed, having a nightmare. Why else would these two men you barely knew assault you in the worst ways possible? Why else would they call it love when it clearly wasn’t? Why you ?! Your throat blocked any air as you felt Malleus’ tip push into you. Eager, desperate grunts escaped him, turning into deep purrs that vibrated through his whole body. You squirmed a few times more until Lilia tightened his grip on you again, and, feeling the massive length slowly push into you, shattered any illusion of this being a dream. “It’s too big,” you gasped despite the lack of air, convinced that if Malleus settled any deeper inside you, you’d simply perish. “You can take it,” Lilia purred, one hand driving down between your exposed breasts, over your stomach, and making it slightly dip just above Malleus’ cock inside you, before settling between your legs, circling your clit. “Relax, you’re doing so well for your lover. You were made for this. Made for us . To be loved by us, you just need to let us prove it.” “No- No! It’s too big, I can’t!” This time, when you started to squirm, the two of them took it as a sign to hurry. As if your 'tantrums’ had to be prevented. Malleus’s hips snapped forward, and all the air left your lungs as he filled you completely, your pussy clenching miserably around his length as it tried to adjust to the sudden penetration. You should have been angry and fighting for your life, but unexpectedly, arousal prevailed, pushing you over the edge that you didn’t notice had been carefully built by the two. You squealed and shuddered in Lilia’s hold, and at some point, he must have given Malleus a sign to wait that you didn’t hear or didn’t see, as all your senses tingled with pleasure. You were so overcome by the feeling, you didn’t even notice when he did start moving, slowly at first. Lilia adjusted the pace at which he played with you to Malleus’ movements, the perfection of teamwork as you slowly regained your senses, hearing Malleus’ grunts and Lilia’s chuckles. “Look at you taking Malleus so well. You were meant for it, told you!” “You feel so good,” Malleus added to Lilia’s teasing praise. His fingers clutched your legs tightly, almost painfully so. However, all you felt were the shocks of pleasure hitting you over and over, your pussy quivering as he rolled his hips into yours. You felt utterly powerless as Malleus took your cunt as if it already belonged to him, etching the memory of his shaft into you and remolding your pussy to fit only him. You felt every vein, every pulse that went through his cock as if it were a part of you. And every time, it sent yet another wave of arousal to your brain. You had only just cum, but your body had already resigned itself to Malleus. “Fuck, you are so hot,” Lilia muttered, an uncharacteristic curse escaping him as he looked at you. You wondered what he saw. Was it the tortured, mishandled body and mind of the person he claimed to love? Or did he think this was you submitting, your mind realizing that the two were perfect partners, as they had pictured you would? Was it everything they wanted, or was it perhaps even better than they imagined, disregarding that it was the worst that could have ever happened to you? “Yes, yes,” Malleus agreed enthusiastically. “So beautiful, so amazing. You feel so good, Yuu, you’re so tight and warm. I love this, I love being one with you! You’re so soft, and you taste so good— I love you . I love you so much!” Malleus kept rambling, peppering kisses onto your legs as he lifted them up to his shoulders, sinking even deeper inside than before. Your knee throbbed with pain, and you stiffened, your pussy tightening involuntarily, which made the fae groan but slow his pace temporarily. However, with every word that followed, he pounded into you faster and harder, completely losing any grip he had on himself. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt his cock slide in and out of you, its tip kissing every inch of your pussy with reverent desperation, your body only feeling the pleasure instead of all these other feelings you knew were suppressed by it. Hatred, anger, panic, fear. Misery and disgust. How could you ever recover from this? What would life be like after this ordeal? The questions rose, but you didn’t find answers as Malleus pounded into you. “Malleus, mind if I join in?” Lilia asked, and you tried to focus on the culprits of your misery again. The prince merely shook his head, too absorbed with pounding his twitching cock into your juicy cunt to care. Still, you were relieved of Lilia’s clit-teasing as he finally pulled back. “W-What…?” you mumbled, trying to crane your head to watch him as you were gently put down on the ground. But with Malleus’ frantic movements, you could crank your head very far, otherwise the gravel below you would dig into the sensitive skin of your scalp. “Watching you two, I got really turned on,” Lilia admitted. “I might not be able to take you like Malleus, but there’s one other way I can claim a piece of you for myself.” Not understanding and not being able to figure it out, you were shaken by another harsh pound, Malleus’ cock splitting you to the point you screamed out in pleasure. It was then that something thick and hard slipped between your open lips, no hesitation, no preparation, as you gagged around the object, feeling it pound all the way back against your throat. Unable to breathe properly, you reached up, digging your fingers into Lilia’s thighs as he began fucking your face from above you. The gravel hurt against your head, but the panic of not being able to breathe overshadowed everything. Spitroasted between the two, you helplessly clawed at Lilia. At the same time, Malleus reached below your hips, hugging them tightly as he fucked you senseless. Desperate, you tried to bite Lilia, the thought of biting off his dick less disgusting than having it lodged in your throat with every snap of his hips. It had a strange salty taste despite being clean, but you quickly realized the fluids dripping from your mouth weren’t just spit, but also his precum. “Look at you, taking me like a champ,” he praised with a groan. “Did you prepare for me? Did you hope I’d come and fuck your pretty lips, you sweet thing? I sure did. I thought about it— ugh! —so many times. You, sucking me off with that perfect mouth of yours, looking at me with your pretty, sparkling eyes. Gosh, you have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.” “Tell them, Malleus,” he added after a few silent pounds filled with grunts and deep, breathy moans. You felt him twitch underneath your jaw, more salty precum filling your mouth as you guessed he was riled up enough to make you drink all of it in just a matter of moments. “So they understand that they— belong to—” Not being able to wait, Lilia’s hips snapped forward, trapping your lips against the base of his shaft as it pulsed. You shook, gripped his thighs, and tried to push yourself away, but at the same time, you heard a strained grunt from below you, Malleus pushing you up and impaling you on Lilia’s cock as his own exploded into your pussy. You felt the rush of semen before you tasted it, felt it splashing in your womb and coating your walls white as you swallowed gulp after gulp of Lilia’s, the two fae groaning and shuddering with their orgasms, just like you had before. “—us,” Lilia gasped the last word, his head falling back as he groaned, enjoying the sensation of your unwilling tongue twisting around his cock, gasping for air as he filled you up. You wished it wouldn’t, willed it away, but at the height of theirs, you toppled off the cliff that held you back from your own orgasm. Your throat clamped as you wanted but couldn’t scream into the cock lodged deep inside. Still, you shuddered and twisted, back arching and legs cramping until your strength gave completely out and your limbs plummeted to the ground. Every part of you felt defiled. Nasty and disgusting. When they finally pulled their softening cocks from you, fluids spewed from all ends. At least on the inside, they had thoroughly marked you with their cum, and not Malleus hovering above your stomach and kissing it gently while Lilia wiped your tears could undo the damage they did. “Now you must understand, right?” Malleus asked, sounding hopeful and still a little afraid. Afraid you’d reject him again, but who got the energy for that? Not you, so much was clear as you breathed shallowly. “Understand how much we love you. Why it’s imperative you come to Diasomnia immediately. Your birth doesn’t define you. I will make you my official consort the moment we are wed. No one will doubt my decision, I promise you.” “See?” Lilia added smugly after Malleus proclaimed his devotion yet again. “You’ll be well-cared for. You’ll never be alone again, and we won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll pull all the roots and kick all the stones away from in front of your feet if it means you’ll walk safely by our side. No effort is too much for you.” Letting out a shaky breath, you said nothing. More and more tears spilled from your eyes as you listened to their nonsense. To promises that sounded like belittlement. You never asked to be married to the prince or become a royal. You didn’t even care about these two, especially not as much as they did about you, apparently. All you knew them as were fae, students, housewarden, and vice, and now, delusional psychos. Abusers. Terrible, terrible people. “I want to go home,” you croaked, your throat feeling sore—no wonder after the literal beating it had endured. “That can be arranged,” Malleus agreed, pulling away from you completely for the first time and standing up. He made light work of fixing his clothes, while your exposed body shuddered as cold air blew against the wet spots all around your legs and especially your pussy. “Gentle, Malleus,” Lilia tempered his enthusiasm, getting up and tugging away his own cock before stretching with a pleased sigh, as if he had just taken a really good nap. Taking off his coat, Malleus draped it over you, wrapping you in it before picking you up, bridal style. You couldn’t muster the strength to fight them; you simply breathed a sigh of relief as they began to walk away. Maybe if you slept on it, you could start working through the complicated emotions. After a few days, you could even start to heal. “You’ll love Diasomnia,” Malleus hummed gently. Looking up, you saw a genuine, gentle smile playing on his lips. “All of them are kind and welcoming. They’ll accept you as the spouse by my side in no time.” “And you’ll live a life of luxury that you deserve. We’ll make sure you are comfortable and taken care of for the rest of your time there. You can count on us to make it an unforgettable stay.” Lilia chuckled as if he had made a joke, and you twisted your head to look at him, his grin softening as he reached out to brush some hair out of your face. “How does a nice, warm bath sound? Would you like that?” “What do you mean…” you mumbled. A bath sounded like heaven, but there was more to what they were saying than just the good point they made. “I live at Ramshackle.” Time seemed to slow for a moment as the two of them grew silent. “You live with us,” Malleus suddenly announced, staring straight ahead as he picked up the pace. “You belong with us.” “In Diasomnia,” Lilia agreed. “And Briar Valley.” “Or anywhere you want to live, but it will always be by our side, no negotiating." A ray of moonlight hit you as you three stepped out of the forest-y path to your dorm. You had to squint from how light it was suddenly, before you looked forward again, seeing the fields and buildings of Night Raven College. You were utterly exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open. And yet, you recognized that you were getting farther and farther from your dorm. "That’s not the way to Ramshackle,” you tried to hint at them, your tired mind almost believing they simply made a mistake. “This is the way home,” Lilia explained instead. “ Our home,” Malleus added. “The place where we all will finally be together.” “As it should be.” You passed out long before the three of you reached the Hall of Mirrors. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the trauma. But the nightmare you feared this was, had only just started, regardless of where you were going to wake up. Because once the monsters stepped out of the shadows, they wouldn’t be able to leave your light ever again. And if a home was what you wanted, then they would be exactly that. At Diasomnia, Briar Valley, or wherever you were going to run, futilely trying to escape Malleus or Lilia for the rest of your life.