The Heir of the Night [NC] [FM] [Bondage] [Fantasy]

This is the first part of a story I’m working on. I’d greatly appreciate any feedback.

**This first part does not contain any sex

Leaves crumbled under my feet as I ran hastily through the woods. The dark night only allowing me to see slight shapes of trees. Their thin braches whipping my face and tearing at nightgown. Behind me I could hear the faint sounds of fighting. An explosion caused my head to jerk back seeing flames rising from the now lost capital of Afrela. Before I was able to turn my head I slammed into something hard, knocking me on my back against the raw ground.

“Well, look what we have here.” A throaty voice rang through the woods.

I could not see the source of the voice, but quickly pulled myself as far away as I could before my back hit a cool stone. I heard the sound of boots heavily hitting the ground and a blade being drawn as the shape slowly came into shape. It appeared to be a tall, dark man.

“Who are you?” The figure spoke authoritatively.

I remained silent, analyzing the man now in front of me. He donned a simple leather jacket, tight jeans and a t-shirt. Black hair lay smoothly against the left side of his long, lean face. Wide, black eyes inspecting me closely. A torch approached and was handed to the figure, illuminating his features. I could see that not only where his pupils black, but the entire eye was as dark as a starless night. Along his right cheek, trailing over his eye and ending near his ear was several deep scars. The hair on his right side was shaved, adorning several tattoos including a snake starting at his jaw and intertwining with the others. It was clear that he was a dark-elf although I’d never seen one before. A pin on his jacket showed a green coat of arms containing a silver dagger through a bird with spread wings. Beneath it sat a green rectangular pin with three black stripes revealing him as a commander in the Utrorian army.

A cold blade caressed my throat, just enough pressure to not draw blood.
“I will not repeat myself.” He said angrily.

I spat on the ground between his feet. “I don’t answer to scum like you.”

His hand raised in anger, the backside slamming into my face with full force. A brittle scream escaped my lips. Stars glittered before my eyes as my head hit the ground.

As I woke up I quickly realized my hands were tied in front of me. I blinked several times trying to regain some vision as my head and cheek throbbed with pain. Against my back I could feel the hard body of a man as our bodies moved as one with each step of the horse. Without trying to alert my captor to my state of consciousness, I gently attempted to move my hands. They appeared to be only tied to each other, giving me some room of movement. My hands slowly find their way to the horn of the saddle and in one swift motion I slide off, my bare feet hitting the ground hard. Instantaneously my legs start moving and I’m running. My mind not processing, just my feet taking me in any direction away from my captor.

Before I could reach the nearest tree, I feel a strong tug on my ankle making me go face first into the grass. I let out an audible “Fuck” as my body slams into the ground.

“It appears this is where we camp tonight, lads.” My captor bellows to his men.

They quickly get off their horses and start setting up as he approaches me.
“Not a very smart move, doll.” He says laughingly as he lifts me up with ease.

Fuck, I should’ve thought about the legs or the fact that it’s hardly possible to outrun a horse on foot. Yet any escape is better than none.

He pulls me forcibly to the campfire, putting down a bedroll and pushes me down. The heat of the fire is a welcome feeling to my frozen body. In my sheer nightgown I hadn’t realized how cold I was until now. I pull my knees up to my chin allowing some warmth and a false sense of security. The rope around my ankle had left red burns from my unfortunate escape. Following the rope with my eyes, I could see that it was secured around my captors wrist.
“Commander, the camp is finished and guard shifts have been established.” My eyes dart up to the man several feet away. Fuck, no chance of sneaking away. The commander dismissed the man with a slight motion of his hand as he moves in front of me. My eyes swiftly move to the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes. A finger touches my chin, motioning it upwards. I was content with ignoring it, not allowing my gaze to meet his. A strong hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look directly at me.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard.” He said inspecting my face. His fingers moving towards my cheek, ever so gently brushing of some dirt. He let his fingers slide into my hair, tucking what I assumed was a curly mess behind my ears. His face was only inches from mine, his breath heavy against my face. We sat there for a moment, eyeing each other.

As footsteps neared, he pulled away placing his hand on my knee. “I’m Samuel, Commander of the Kings 31st battalion. And who might you be, little lady?”

“I’m Roe.” I murmured softly.

“Roe what?” He asked impatiently.

“Nothing, just Roe.” I responded dryly.

His hands jerked my wrist forward, inspecting my forearm. “No slave marking. Good.” He said smiling. “I had considered keeping you for myself, but you may fetch a pretty penny at the markets. We’d have to fix your manners first though.”

“My manners? It wasn’t I who kidnapped a defenseless girl and knocked her out.” I replied, almost shouting.

“Now now, doll. Calm down. These lands are now officially a part of Utror making you, a human, a piece of property. And as my property I can do as I please.” His voice was dark with a hint of amusement.

“Fuck you” was all I managed to get out before he grabbed my hair, forcibly pulling me to my feet. One hand placed on my shoulder while his eyes trailed along my curves. He moved slowly to my back allowing his hand to slide along my waist. My body trembling under his touch. His hand slid towards my neck, brushing my soft curls over my shoulder. I jolted away from this touch, but as soon as I moved his hand grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me backwards and slamming my back against a tree. His body pinning mine as I felt a dagger against my neck. This time I could feel a small drop of blood trailing down to my collarbone.

“Who are you?” His stern voice whispered into my ear.

“No one” I said with panic in my voice while I tried to wriggle away. He didn’t seem to notice my movement, mostly because there was hardly any room to move. His other hand still firmly holding my hair.

“Then explain the fucking tattoo on your neck.” His voice fierce and terrifying.

“Would you believe me if I said it was dirt?” I said jokingly, not being able to think of any plausible excuse. Since anyone could remember when a member of the royal family of Afrela was born, they were given three simple tattooed dots on the back of their neck. In the old days a Warlock would infuse the dots with magic. One for protection, one for knowledge and one for strength. Since the war started between humans and creatures two centuries ago, they were simply given as a sign of tradition and royalty.

He dropped the dagger and closed his grip hard around my neck. My heart started racing and my fingers clawed at his chest from the lack of air. His hand only tightened. Small dark spots started appearing in my vision. I knew I had to do something soon.

“Wait, wait.” I whispered breathlessly. His grip loosened and I dropped to the ground, couching hard. “I’m the Heir.” I spoke in a soft yet hoarse voice. He rapidly attached the rope around my ankle to a nearby branch before disappearing into the shadows.

A few minutes later he returned to find me fumbling with the knot on the rope. My hands quickly dropped to my side as I stepped away from the knot. His footsteps in a heavy stride towards me made my body cower. “Does anyone know you escaped?” His hard eyes peering down at me. I shook my head, careful to not meet his gaze.
“Good. For now we’ll sleep.” He loosened the knot in a simple motion and tugged my arm, motioning me forward. My feet refused to move and before I could think it slipped out of my mouth. “What the fuck are you going to do with me?” My voice angry and loud.

“Don’t worry, little princess. It’ll all soon be revealed.” He said with a smirk making my skin crawl.

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