"Say Yes," Addergoole Year Nine
kink_bingo - B-2 - consent play - from my card.
Fae Apoc, Addergoole, year Nine, the same characters as here. Fae Apoc's landing page is here ( Lj Link); Addergoole is here.
Warning - this trails along the edge of dubious consent and involves straight non-con. Magical mind control is involved.
Speaking of which, author's note: in the Addergoole/faeApoc 'verse, when a fae is Owned by another (or "Kept") (for this happening to Ceinwen, see I Hate You ( LJ Link)), they magically MUST obey direct orders.
Story below
"Say yes."
It was Tuesday night, and Thornburn had decided, it seemed, that they'd focused long enough on their homework independently. He'd been gentle as he took Ceinwen's Literature text and set it aside, gentle as he said "I think it's time for bed," and gentle as he reminded her for the fourth time that she was not allowed to wear clothing to bed yet. She would, he'd told her Saturday, have to earn that privilege.
Unlike every night before, he'd come to bed naked as well. Before she'd had a chance to say something - to remind him he'd trapped her into this, to remind him that she hated him - he was on top of her, a hand on each wrist, his knees to either side of her hips, his lips on her neck, just about the collar he'd sealed around her neck. His erection, she couldn't help but notice, was pressed against her thigh, throbbing and insistent.
"I want you," he'd informed her, in a low, throaty rumble. She tried to focus on the curls of hair on his chest, on the thin scar across his left shoulder, the smell of him, just a bit earthy and a bit warm, so close to her.
"I don't want you," she told him, her voice shaking. Even pinning her to the bed, his hands were strong but not painful. It confused something deep inside her.
"Say yes," he murmured, nuzzling against her earlobe. "I want to hear that you want it."
"Yes," she answered, dully. The hold he had on her didn't allow her to disobey, after all. He had to remember that.
"Say yes," he repeated, his hands tightening, his nose poking at her pulse. "Say yes as if you mean it."
Her voice caught in her throat, coming out as a choked whimper. She'd learned she couldn't fight his orders. She'd learned there was no place to go when he wanted something from her. "Yes," she moaned, as if she wanted his body inside hers. "Yes." she repeated, and then, very quietly, "I don't want you."
He bit her, then, his mouth so large he covered the whole side of her neck, a hard bite but a short one. "I need this, departed gods, Ceinwen, I need this," he murmured when he'd pulled back, the tendons and muscles still throbbing from his attack. It almost sounded like an apology. "Say yes," he demanded again, pressing against her labia like knocking on a door. "Please," he added, so softly she could have imagined it.
"Yes," she repeated, frightened. He was, as far as her very limited experience could tell her, acting strangely. He was not acting, for once, like this was a game - and yet he still held all the cards. "I don't want this, Thornburn." She was not, as she felt her pulse beat against his skin, entirely certain that was still true. But he had to know it, anyway.
"Want it," he murmured against her throat, against the imprints of his teeth in her skin. "Maybe just this once, but want this, Cein. Want me inside of you tonight. Say yes."
Want me. Want this. He'd told her he could change the way she'd felt. He'd threatened to make her stop hating him. She hadn't, truly, believed that even this horrid magic went that far. "Yes," she murmured, trying to ignore the way her hips were pressing up against him, or the way he was pressing slowly into her.
"You want this?" he murmured, as if he didn't know his orders had forced that. "You do?" his wide eyes looked as if he was checking to be certain; she closed hers, in answer, unable to handle it. "Say yes?"
"Yes."
"It is said by some professors of Addergoole, what is informally known as the Pelletier Camp, that, since a Kept has no free will with which to consent, sex with a Kept is always rape. Another opposing camp, the Fridmar camp, says that, because a Kept can be ordered to consent, it is never rape.
"My Kept, Ambrus, disagrees with both opinions. As he would be the expert on this, I defer to his opinion: 'sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't.'"
-Regine Avonmorea, Director of Addergoole
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