Nightmare

~~Warning: 18+ Reader's Advice~~

~~Extreme Violence involved ~~

Aldric continued to rub along Ryan's rock-hard cock, the elf twitching and shivering beneath his touch even though he didn't admit it aloud.

He kept one hand firmly on Rylan, stroking him as his other hand found one pink nipple, sucking it hungrily between his lips as he let out a low, rumbling moan.

He pulled back, a wide grin stretching across his face as his eyes sparkled with mischief as he found them so adorable with their flushed cheeks and rapidly beating hearts.He couldn't help but continue his ministrations, tugging and teasing Rylan's nipples as his lubed up fingers found and began to slowly circle their way around his precious hole.

Aldric looked down at Rylan's hole, licking it aggressively as he circled his hole with his tongue, Rylan yelping out in surprise as he struggled to set himself free, but his hands were firmly bound above his head.

Aldric repeated the motion, thrusting his tongue deep inside of Rylan's hole, causing the elf to squirm and writhe beneath him.Aldric groaned loudly, the sound muffled as he continued his ministrations, tasting Rylan's sweet nectar as he fucked him with his tongue.

Finally, he pulled back, lapping at his lips hungrily as he grinned wickedly down at the trembling elf below him.

Aldric quickly shimmied out of his trousers, his huge cock springing free, standing at attention as he lined up with Rylan's hole.With a low growl, he thrust forward, sliding inside of the elf in one smooth motion.

Rylan's eyes flew wide open as Aldric filled him completely, the elf moaning loudly as he felt himself being stretched and filled to the brim

He began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of Ryan's tight heat gripping him like a vice.He leaned down, capturing Ryan's lips in a deep kiss as he began to pick up the pace, fucking the elf hard and fast now as they both lost themselves in the throes of passion.

Rylan's tongue poked out, curling around his lips as his eyes rolled back into his head, a blissful look on his face as if he were in heaven itself.Moans of enjoyment and praise left his lips as Aldric continued to pound him hard and fast.Sweat trickled down between their bouncing bodies, heated from their frantic movements as they desperately tried to get closer.

Aldric gripped Ryan's hips, holding onto him as if he'd never let go, never wanting the moment to end.He could feel the telltale clenching of his cute elf channel as he drew up tighter, nearing the edge.

"Mmph-mmph-mmp-mmph"Aldric groaned around Ryan's lips, the intensity of his moans vibrating against the elf's mouth as he thrust harder, faster.

Aldric pulled back from Rylan's lips, smirking as he gazed down at the flushed, sweat-covered elf.He loved seeing him so heated and undone, utterly lost in pleasure.As he watched, Rylan called out his name again and again, lost in ecstasy, his body writhing beneath Aldric's relentless thrusting.

The sight of Rylan so overcome with bliss was enough to push Aldric over the edge.

"Aldric!-Aldric-Oh Goddd!!!-"he cried out hoarsely, his eyes clenching shut as he reached his peak, Aldric's cock pulsing and throbbing inside of Ryan's hot channel as he filled him with his hot load.

Rylan's entire body trembled and shuddered as he felt the warmth of Aldric's release flood him, the sensation incredible, even as he thought that surely it must be over.But Aldric was insistent, flipping the tired but satisfied elf over onto his hands and knees, lifting Rylan's still-dripping hole up to face him before surging back inside, filling him once more.Rylan let out a small yelp of surprise at the sudden sensation, not expecting to be filled a second time.

"But-but I thought you- oh god-!!"Rylan whimpered, his arms still bound beneath him as Aldric began to thrust inside him again, this time hitting a new angle, causing pleasured twinges to shoot out with each deep plunge.

Aldric suddenly halted, his movements freezing, and for a moment it looked like he was conflicted.He hesitated before pulling out of Rylan entirely and gently laying him down on the bed.The elf's hands were still bound, and for a moment it seemed like Aldric was going to undo the ties, but then he hesitated, looking conflicted.

"R-Rylan, I... "He started, seeming to struggle with whatever he wanted to say, his brow furrowed and eyes searching.

But whatever words he had were left hanging in the air, and instead of freeing, he turned and walked away, leaving a confused and trembling Rylan bound on the bed, clearly sensing that there was something Aldric wasn't telling him.

Instead of freeing Rylan's bonds, the tent suddenly opened from the outside, and the King's men walked in.Their eyes greedily devoured the sight before them, taking in Ryan's naked, bound figure lying on the bed before them.The realization washed over Rylan like icy water, his eyes snapping up to meet the gazing faces of his captors.

Realization dawned on his face, horror and adrenaline crashing over him in that moment.

"But why...."his eyes snapped upward to meet the gazing faces of my captors, horror dawning in their wake.

It was almost ten of them that walked into the tent, and they moved with an almost reverent gentleness as they caressed Rylan's bound body.Aldric watched from outside, his expression a mix of guilt and cold detachment.

The scene was one of both violation and surreal beauty, as if something sacred was being defiled and yet also elevated at the same time.Rylan's eyes filled with a mixture of horror, betrayal, and growing anger as he looked over the men who had entered his most private space.

Aldric's voice suddenly called out from outside the tent, cutting through the tense silence that had settled inside.

"The King's men only want one thing"he said, his words heavy with guilt and resignation.

"If you're willing to help, it's either gold, but I know you can't afford that, or... an elf's body for pleasure"

He paused for a moment, as if he could hear Rylan's heart breaking on the other side of the thin fabric.

Aldric's voice almost a whisper."I had no choice. I still don't want to get involved with you romantically, but might as well betray you now. I'm sorry"

Rylan heard his words, and he started to cry, his body still unable to move as one of the men began to spread his legs once more, exposing him even further.

Another man in the tent grabbed Rylan's face, forcing his mouth open and pouring a potion inside.The numbing effect took hold quickly, and Rylan felt his mind start to go fuzzy, his thoughts becoming sluggish and hard to process.

The men chuckled hungrily as they made their way to rape Rylan, taking advantage of his incapacitated state.As they violated his body, Rylan felt a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, his body responding to their touch despite his mind's protests.

His heart, however, would forever be scarred by Aldric's betrayal, a wound that would take much longer to heal than the numbness the potion provided.

Rylan tried to reach out his hand to Aldric, to somehow call him back and make this all go away, but he could see that Aldric was holding back tears, his own face a mask of pain and guilt. He couldn't watch anymore, and so he turned away, walking slowly away from the tent, his footsteps heavy with sorrow and regret.

As he left, Rylan felt a wave of despair wash over him, the reality of his situation crashing down like a tidal wave.

One of the men grabbed Rylan's face roughly, snapping his head to the side as he slapped him hard across the cheek.Rylan's pretty face was quickly marred by a bloody nose, and he looked down at his hands, his vision blurring with tears and the potion-induced numbness.

As he watched, a dead expression on his face, another man began to thrust into his numb hole, violating him further.The pain was dulled, but the humiliation and violation were still very real, cutting deep into Rylan's soul.

Another man begged to take his turn, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and cruelty.One by one, they each took their turn with Rylan, choking him, grabbing his hair, and otherwise violating his body in the cruelest of ways.

They found it all hilariously amusing, their faces twisted into cruel smiles as they watched Rylan suffer.As Rylan lay there, his body broken and his face ruined, he realized that he had trusted Aldric too easily, had never considered that this sort of thing could happen to him.

The betrayal stung worse than any punch or kick, and Rylan felt his heart sink into a pit of darkness, never to be seen again.

The peaceful camp was shattered by the sound of chaos. Kaelen and Aelor, awakened by muffled cries and commotion, rushed into Aldric and Rylan's tent, their hearts pounding with fear.

What they saw froze them in place. A group of the king's men, vile and merciless, were forcing themselves upon Rylan, whose limp body barely resisted, his eyes hollow and distant.

Kaelen's vision blurred with rage, his fangs elongating as his eyes glowed an unnatural, furious crimson. With a roar that echoed through the night, he unsheathed his weapon and descended upon the men like a storm.

"HOW DARE YOUUU!!!! " Kaelen's voice was thunderous, his strikes merciless. His blade cut through flesh and bone, painting the tent in streaks of crimson. One of the men begged for mercy, but Kaelen ignored his pleas, his fury uncontainable. His movements were a blur, a combination of raw strength and the precision of a predator unleashed.

Aelor, trembling, rushed to Rylan's side. "Rylan!" he cried, his voice breaking as he dropped to his knees. He wrapped his arms around the elf, holding him close despite the blood and filth. Tears streamed down Aelor's face as he sobbed uncontrollably, whispering apologies and words of comfort into Rylan's ear.

Rylan blinked slowly, his body quivering. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Aelor clutched him tighter, rocking back and forth as if trying to shield him from the horrors of the world.

Kaelen stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving as blood dripped from his weapon. The last of the king's men lay lifeless at his feet, their cries silenced forever. His glowing eyes faded slightly as he turned, his gaze landing on Aelor and Rylan. The sight of Aelor cradling Rylan, sobbing uncontrollably, made Kaelen's heart clench.

"I... couldn't control it," Kaelen muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "They deserved it."

Aelor looked up at him, his tear-streaked face filled with gratitude and pain. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Kaelen knelt beside them, his hand gently brushing Aelor's shoulder. "We need to get him out of here," he said, his tone softening as he glanced at Rylan's lifeless expression. "Someplace safe."

Aelor nodded, his resolve hardening. "We won't stay here another moment."

Kaelen's heart raced as he scanned the camp for Aldric, his mind reeling. The absence of his horse and the calculated timing of the attack led him to a bitter conclusion—Aldric might have betrayed them. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened around his weapon.

He turned and sprinted back toward the tree where Aelor knelt beside Rylan, their remaining horse tethered nearby. The scene was haunting. Aelor, bathed in the pale light of the moon, had his hands pressed gently against Rylan's chest, his voice trembling as he chanted prayers to the moon goddess.

"Please," Aelor whispered, his golden hair matted with rain and blood. Tears streaked his face as he looked skyward, his voice breaking. "Goddess of the moon, hear me. Heal his body, heal his soul. Don't let him fade. Please... he doesn't deserve this."

Rylan's fragile form lay motionless, his breathing shallow. His lips were cracked, and his eyes fluttered weakly as if caught in a nightmare.

Kaelen's gaze softened as he approached. For a moment, the raging beast within him stilled, replaced by the weight of sorrow and helplessness. He knelt beside Aelor, his voice low. "How is he?"

Aelor didn't look up, his hands trembling as he continued his prayers. "I... I don't know. His body is trying, but his spirit—it's broken. He's barely holding on."

Kaelen placed a hand on Aelor's shoulder, steadying him. "He'll fight through this. He's strong, Aelor. Stronger than we think."

Aelor shook his head, his tears falling onto Rylan's pale face. "I can't lose him, Kaelen. Not like this."

Kaelen's eyes flicked toward the camp. "Someone took my horse," he growled. "I suspect Aldric's involvement. This wasn't random. Someone orchestrated this, and I'll find out who."

Aelor turned to him, his expression filled with despair and fury. "Aldric wouldn't—"

"I don't want to believe it either," Kaelen interrupted, his voice steady but laced with tension. "But the timing, the attack... it's too precise. If he's involved, I'll make him pay."

Aelor's hands glowed faintly as he continued his healing efforts, a soft light enveloping Rylan's body. He whispered one final plea to the moon goddess before sagging in exhaustion. "If Aldric did this, then he's a fool. I trusted him."

Kaelen rose, his expression cold and resolute. "We don't have time for trust. I'll find him, and I'll make sure he answers for this."

He took the lone horse and prepared to mount, his movements quick and deliberate. "Stay here with Rylan," he said to Aelor. "Keep him safe. I'll be back."

Aelor nodded weakly, his gaze fixed on Rylan. "Just... don't do anything reckless, Kaelen."

Kaelen smirked bitterly, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Reckless is all I've ever known."

With that, he rode into the darkness, his mind consumed by the need for answers and vengeance.