Chapter 1: Introduction
The smell of damp stone and mold hit Silas first as he came to. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the dim lantern light. His limbs throbbed with the dull ache of a familiar, lingering exhaustion. The cold, hard ground beneath him, rough stone and straw poking into his flesh, was all-too familiar.
The palace dungeon.
No, there was something different about this situation. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.
It wasn't the sting of the fresh welts on his back, the taste of iron on his tongue from where his lip had split, or the cold iron chains that bit into his wrists and ankles.
What was different was the crotch of the crown prince, less than an inch from his face. Silas would notice that he would kneeling in his armour and would look up.
His grey eyes, tired but clear, met the cold, stern gaze of the crown prince of Nohr. Prince Xander's eyes were a striking shade of purple, their color like the deepest midnight. The luxurious golden robes he wore looked almost comical in contrast to the drab, battered armour that Silas wore.
"Ah, Silas," the crown prince's voice, unlike the imposing image he presented, was smooth and cultured.
"I see you've finally found consciousness."
Silas grunted, his voice hoarse from days of captivity. "Where am I?"
A smirk, almost disdainful, crossed Xander's face. "You know where you are, Knight of Nohr. This is your palace."
As Silas looked around, he noticed the details of this strange room. Gargoyles and intricate carvings adorned every surface, the walls gleaming in the flickering lantern light. He wondered how long it had been since he last saw daylight.
His mind churned with questions as images of his past actions came rushing back. He remembered the banquet, the laughter, and the wine. The kiss stolen from a man he shouldn't have desired.
"You haven't answered my question, my lord," Silas said, forcing the words out between labored breaths. "What have you done to me?"
Xander would ignore Silas' request and smirk.
"You should be more worried about what I am going to do to you.
After all," Xander leaned in closer to Silas, the heat of his breath hot against Silas' skin, "You have committed high treason, dear Knight. Do you not know of the consequences of such a crime?"
Fear gripped Silas' heart, but he forced himself to remain composed. "I would expect nothing less than death for my deeds. I regret my actions if they hurt-"
The cold, sharp edge of a knife pressed against Silas' throat, silencing the words from his mouth. Xander's eyes glinted like poisonous amethysts.
"You might die. You probably would prefer that to happen, that what the real punishment for treason is."
Silas' eyes widened in shock at Xander's words.
"But I have something much worse planned for you," Xander said, pressing his crotch against Silas' throat, making him gasp for air. "My dear knight, I plan to turn you into something... befitting of your betrayal."
Silas struggled against his chains, panicking as Xander unveiled his fiendish plan.
"I am going to make you impregnable." Xander's voice echoed in the cold dungeon. His words hung there, like a heavy fog. Silas' mind raced to make sense what his cruel prince had just said.
"Breedable?" Silas rasped out, unsure he had heard Xander right. "You are going to make me be able to bear children?" Silas struggled against his chains, the reality of his words sank in.
The cruel sneer on Xander's face made Silas want to desperately fight against his bindings to escape, but he knew there was no escape from the vile prince.
"Indeed," Xander replied. "A breedable male, it's rare to find. But a punishment that befits your actions, wouldn't you agree?"
"But, my lord, I-" Silas words caught in his throat; he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"What? That only 1/10 survive the ritual to do so?" Silas' voice cracked, his fear evident in his trembling words.
Prince Xander's expression twisted into something like satisfaction. "Yes, it's a risky procedure, Knight of Nohr. But it will surely serve as a reminder of your transgressions for the rest of your life."
Silas' heart plummeted, the weight of his new fate crushing him. He felt the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as despair overwhelmed him.
"Why, my lord?" Silas whispered, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.
"But...why? What makes my actions worthy of such a penalty?"
Prince Xander leaned in close, whispering in barely audible tones. "Your actions, Knight Silas, are grounds for death, particularly your imprudent affair with my brother. However, as the crown prince, I possess the power to mete out punishment that transcends the ordinary. The ritual to render you a breedable male, one that can clone his descendants, is my unique form of penalization.
You have brought great shame upon our family, sleeping with not just any man, but my own blood.
Silas' heart pounded in his chest. He looked up at Xander, confusion and fear etched on his face. "But, my lord, I never meant any harm. I wanted to protect my men-"
Xander interrupted him with a harsh laugh, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Your intentions matter not, Knight Silas. If you want to sleep with my blood, pull the sperm out of my family's dicks, then that is fine, but you will not do so without being able to give us an heir as a result." Xander's words were like cold steel, bitter and sharp, cutting through Silas' argument.
Anger and frustration boiled within Silas' heart. How could Xander think this was an appropriate punishment? He wanted to be angry, but another feeling bubbled inside him: guilt. He couldn't bring himself to regret his love for Xander's brother, and that knowledge threatened to tear him apart.
Xander must have sensed the confusion in Silas, for he continued, "You will bear me a child or die trying." Silas tugged at his chains, their cruel metal biting into his wrists. "My lord, I've always served the kingdom with honor and respect. I did not mean to betray you or your family. I did what I thought was best to protect them."
A sardonic smile spread across Xander's face, the look in his eyes cold and unrelenting. "I have had enough talking. Open your mouth, or I will kill you." Xander's cruel demand sent chills down Silas' spine, the implication crystal clear: he had no choice, and soon his fate would be sealed.
Silas clamped his mouth shut, fear making him tremble uncontrollably. There was no way in hell he intended to let Xander's sperm anywhere near his body.
Xander noticed Silas' resistance and grinned. He would snap his fingers and Silas would begin to feel a sharp pain in his stomach.
He couldn't help but flinch as Xander began the ritual.
"Your body is going to change, Knight of Nohr," Xander said coldly, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You will become something I can control, something that can bear my heirs."
He would then wrap his hands around Silas' neck, and begin to choke him.
"Last chance. Open your mouth."
Silas tried to shake his head in defiance, but his face would turn purple as his throat would close up.
Xander's grip on his neck tightened, and Silas would look up, ready to give in.
He gasped for air as Xander released him. During this moment, Xander would pull out his flaccid penis and lunge it into Silas' mouth.
Silas choked as the taste of bitter ale and musk filled his senses, and he wanted to vomit, but Xander's strong hands dug into his jaw holding him in place.
He couldn't move, and couldn't resist the overwhelming pressure. Xander's grip would tighten further as he would thrust into Silas mouth, forcing the knight to gag.
Bile rose to the back of his throat, and Silas struggled to breath against the intrusion. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else.
He could feel the warmth of Xander's member on his tongue, and it made his stomach turn. He counted the bricks surrounding him, tried to think of the color of his family's crest, anything but this.
It was too much, too cruel, and too personal. Xander's breaths came in harsh pants, his grip tight on Silas' jaw. He should have given in before, it would have saved him this.
But a flash of fire ignited within him. Xander may hold power over him, but he would not be broken. Not like this.
The words played over and over in Silas' mind as he tried to push back the mounting wave of despair.
He wouldn't let Xander break him.
He couldn't.
Xander's breathing grew ragged as he continued thrusting, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
The thrusts would speed up as Xander would reach closer to climax.
, holding Silas' head in place as he began to shudder.
Silas steeled himself, refusing to give Xander the satisfaction of knowing just how much this violation affected him.
Hot streams of Xander's release spilled down his throat, gagging him as Xander continued grinding his hips against Silas' face.
Xander finally pulled back, before shoving his dick back into Silas and pushing his seed further down.
He went quiet for a moment, breathing heavy and satisfied. Then he spoke, a smug, gloating tone in his voice.
"Now that should do it, Silas. I imagine that once it fully sets, the room will be filled with the unmistakable aroma of my essence." Xander's voice was dripping with arrogance, each word threatening to send waves of anger and disgust surging through Silas.
He felt small, insignificant, but also surprisingly proud in the face of such overwhelming cruelty. He stared up at Xander, refusing to back down from his gaze.
A muscle twitched in Xander's jaw, but he raised his free hand and backhanded Silas without hesitation. Blood spurted from Silas' lip, and he tasted more than just bitter ale and musk in his mouth.
The knight would slowly lose conciousness as the cum would sink further down inside him.