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Shamrock walked back to his chambers calmly, as if he was completely unaffected by the conversation he had with Father. He was dimly aware that the clock struck midnight as he passed down the hall - he was now 18 years old. The thought was quickly dismissed, he had no time for such frivolities. He was barely able to keep his composure as he rapidly tried to determine a means to save your life. Father had given him nearly a month to prepare, a strange generosity that Shamrock would use to his advantage. Any hint that he was trying to protect you would be met with harsh punishment for him – and the ultimate one for you.
A vague plan started forming in Shamrock’s mind, something drastic and dangerous. To disobey Father was tantamount to treason but the alternative was not something Shamrock would consider. He did have a few positives in his favor - he had access to unlimited funds, he had almost no supervision of those funds, and he was able to travel alone to the Lower World. He hadn’t had his benediction with the Supreme Leader yet so he didn’t think that his every location was being tracked. He couldn’t be sure, of course, but to his knowledge God’s Knights came under full control after their training.
Shamrock walked to the armory, rummaging about in cabinets until he found what he was looking for. He could hammer out the details later, but right now there would have to be drastic changes made to show Father his acquiescence. Taking what he needed, his legs carried him back to his room even as his mind was in complete tumult. He didn’t even realize he had returned to his chambers until he saw the familiar closed door of your closet.
Dropping his wares onto the chaise, he walked over to your closet once more. Instead of opening it immediately like he usually did, he rapped his knuckles against the door. He gave you a moment to get yourself together before pulling the heavy door open. He put a hand out to steady himself against the wall for a moment as his heart hammered in his chest.
Shamrock released a deep breath and carefully schooled his features before opening the door. You stood before him, looking lovely as ever in your thin night shift. Shamrock’s eyes roved all over you, inspecting every part of your body. It was foolish, but he wanted to reassure himself that you were still alright, that nothing had happened to you in his absence.
Your cheeks heated with her perusal, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the seriousness of the situation. He couldn’t appraise you of everything that was happening – he did not want you to worry about things you couldn’t control. Besides, you wouldn’t like the means to Shamrock’s ends. Shamrock would keep his end of the vow, you didn’t need to know about the specifics.
“Come here,” Shamrock said softly, extending his hand to pull you towards him once more. Your front was flush to his own, a mirror of how you had been before the meeting with Father, before your death sentence. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs stroking your delicate cheeks. Oh how he wished this night with you would be all yearning and desire. Even though he hadn’t said anything, he knew you registered the tightness in his shoulders, the small pinch of his brows. You could read him as easily as he could you, and you were concerned about the results of the meeting with Father.
“Do you trust me?” Shamrock whispered, looking into your sweet face. Your face registered confusion for only a moment before you nodded.
“Yes, Young Master,” you replied quietly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Shamrock wondered if you could feel his thundering heartbeat under your fingertips.
“Our relationship will visibly change starting tonight. My feelings towards you have not. Do not ask me about my activities nor my whereabouts. Just know that I…everything I do is in your interest,” Shamrock murmured to you before pulling your head forward to kiss your forehead. He wasn’t in the habit of explaining himself but he thought things would be easier for you if he did. After holding you in his hands for a few moments longer, Shamrock pulled away and walked back to the chaise lounge. He grabbed the length of chain and shackles he’d brought with him. You watched him with increasing nervousness as he fastened one end to his bed post.
Holding the other shackle in his hand, he bade you come closer with a hand gesture. As always, you did as required but you couldn’t hide the trembling in your hands. You’d surely heard the stories about what happened to female slaves who were shackled to the beds of Celestial Dragons – and none of them were good. Shamrock considered you for a moment before crouching down in front of you. It was almost funny, he thought. Here he was kneeling before you, even as he forced you further into slavery. Shamrock fastened the shackle around your ankle, making sure it was secure before standing upright once more.
“You must remain in my chambers until further notice,” Shamrock explained as you moved your foot about. He had tried to find a chain long enough that your movements in the room wouldn’t be too restricted but he had to make due for the moment with what was in the armory. Your face was drawn and uncertain as you tested out the weight. Shamrock could hardly tolerate seeing you like this, like some common slave used and thrown away like garbage. He reached for you, his fingers stroking the skin of your upper arms. One of his arms wrapped itself around your back, pulling you close once again. He almost wanted to apologize but instead tilted your face up to look at his own. He didn’t know what to say, how to make you understand what needed to happen without telling you the details.
“Please,” he whispered, closing his eyes for a moment. Opening them again, he saw you raising your shaking hand towards his face, the first time you’d ever dared to reach for him of your own volition. Shamrock held still so as not to startle you away, like watching a wild animal draw closer. Your finger reached out to trace his lower lip, pausing in the middle before your palm settled on his own cheek. Resisting the urge to nuzzle into you, Shamrock’s breath caught in his throat as you reached up to him on your tiptoes slowly, like he would withdraw his consent at any moment.
You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his hesitantly, unsure exactly what to do. You pulled your face back after only a moment, a light flush coloring your cheeks. Shamrock felt himself harden against his pants, your simple kiss the most erotic he’d ever had.
“I trust you in everything,” you said solemnly, as if vowing yourself to him.
Shamrock could hold himself back no longer. He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, one of his hands tangling in your hair to hold you in place and keep you from hiding. This was no chaste pressing of lips; he was staking his claim over you. You hiccuped in surprise, allowing him to kiss you as he pleased. As you delicately placed your hands on his shoulders you looked even lovelier than he had ever pictured in his fantasies. You didn’t know what to do, your movements awkward and stilted – Shamrock couldn’t have been more enamored.
“Open your mouth,” Shamrock husked, pulling back for a moment to kiss your fluttering pulse. Your eyes were half lidded, your pupils blown wide, and a faint blush tinged your cheeks. You opened your mouth, your breath coming out in small pants as Shamrock slowly brought his mouth closer to your own. His tongue traced over your plush bottom lip as you whimpered in his arms. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, wrestling it against your own. Like in many other areas, you were a fast learner in the art of kissing. He molded you to his liking while you met his mouth with equal passion.
Shamrock’s hand in your hair tightened, angling your head so that he could deepen the kiss. His other hand came to rest on the front of your throat, his thumb rubbing against your pulse. After a few moments, Shamrock pulled back from your flushed face. His hands stayed in place as your beautiful eyes opened, your chest heaving with desire. Your lips were swollen and your face flushed; you looked radiant. Shamrock’s hand on your throat tightened ever so slightly as he spoke in low tones to you.
“You are mine. You will never be with another.”
“Yes, Young Master.” Shamrock felt the words reverberate as they came out of your throat. He kissed you again while leading you to the bed. Every gasp and moan that left your mouth went straight to his aching cock, but he would be patient for you. He wouldn’t take you roughshod like some whore, he wanted the experience to be enjoyable for you.
He continued kissing you, laying you back on the bedspread you’d changed earlier. The chain jingled with your movements, reminding him of the direness of your situation. Even though you looked resplendent on his bed, Shamrock wanted to see more of you. He pushed your legs apart and sat back on his heels between them.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded softly, trailing a finger up your bare calf. Your face burned bright red– he would never tire of seeing it – but your unsteady fingers gripped the hem of your garment. You slowly brought it up your legs, teasing him in an inadvertent strip show. He was practically salivating as your dress passed your plain cotton panties, leaving your shift to pool at your stomach.
“All the way,” he encouraged you in a gentle tone. You bit your lips and took a breath, quickly taking off your shift in one fell swoop. You weren’t wearing a bra, leaving you only in your panties. You averted your gaze, your face still red with embarrassment as Shamrock drank you in. He hadn’t seen your body like this since the branding and he’d scarcely looked then.
He was looking now.
He couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t stop his fingers from roving over you. You were absolutely breathtaking in your beauty, and it all belonged to him. He reached over and turned your face to look at him, he wanted you to hear what he was going to say.
“Beautiful,” Shamrock said simply, his fingers now dancing up your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He ran a finger down the soft curve of your breast, earning himself a shiver from you. Your nipples were puckered in the cool night air, practically begging for his mouth. He leaned over and kissed the outer curve of your breast, his free hand coming up to cup your other breast. Your breath hitched and your chest heaved as he began sucking your nipples and fondling your breasts, marking them to his heart’s content with gentle bites and kisses.
After only a few minutes, sweat was rolling down your forehead as you clutched his hair as he pulled small moans from you. Your hips were rolling against him, rising each time he sucked on your nipple or bit your tender skin. You were so sensitive to his every touch, he couldn’t wait to teach you all the pleasures of the body. One of his hands left your breasts and trailed back down between your legs. You clamped them shut, more from reflex than fear.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Shamrock asked quietly, his fingers drawing a circle on your knee. Your mouth gaped open, like a fish out of water.
“Y-young Master - I don’t - I-” you stammered, the flush on your cheeks spreading rapidly down your chest.
“Yes or no?” Shamrock inquired as he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. You whimpered and your hips rose of their own accord but he wasn’t going to let his question go unanswered due to your embarrassment. You looked him in the eyes and bit your lip.
“Yes, Young Master.” Shamrock was pleased – he would have you coming by his hand either way but it would be easier if you were familiar with the sensation. Shamrock’s lips quirked in a teasing smile – he would torment you, but only a little bit.
“What did you think about as you touched yourself?” Shamrock asked, pushing apart your thighs with his hand. You spread them easily for him as you went redder than he’d ever seen, your flush going all the way to the tips of your ears. Endearing, Shamrock thought.
“I - Young - I - it -” you stuttered, your brain seeming to short circuit by his question. Seeing you flustered was amusing but Shamrock’s facial expression did not change; he wanted an answer. He waited, his fingers trailing up your thighs slowly while his face remained impassive. You drew your hands up to cover your face as you peeked at him through your fingers.
“You, Young Master,” you mumbled. Shamrock’s face broke into a satisfied grin and he reached down to cup your sex. His hand there stayed for only a moment but it was long enough to feel that your panties were drenched in your slick. Removing his hand, he began unbuttoning his shirt. He wanted you to feel more of him, to revel in him the way he was reveling in you.
“Tonight you will have your first satisfaction by my hand,” he explained, tossing his shirt carelessly to the side. You nodded your head, your eyes soft with yearning.
“What about you, Young Master?” you asked, your voice barely perceptible. Shamrock leaned over and kissed you again, his fingers curling around your neck momentarily.
“My satisfaction will come after yours,” he replied softly, kissing your neck, his long hair falling over you like a curtain. His fingertips trailed back down to your core slowly, pushing under the elastic band of your panties. Your legs tensed again, but opened as Shamrock started sucking on your neck. It would be a good idea to mark you, he thought, to have physical evidence of your congress together. Besides, he loved seeing his blooming marks on you, proclaiming to everyone who saw that he alone could have you.
He slid his hand down, his fingertips brushing over your soaking center. You were panting as your hands wound around his back, you blunt nails raking his skin. He slipped your panties down your legs, the small piece of fabric getting stuck on the chain around your ankle.
Shamrock shifted slightly so his mouth and free hand were on your pert nipples while his fingers pleasured you. His fingers quickly found your clit, rubbing it with two fingers as you whined and scratched at his back. He worked you slowly, taking care to note what movements made you clench tighter. You seemed to like firm pressure and lazy circles best, he noted as you writhed beneath him.
Shamrock was being a little mean to you, but he had his reasons. He would allow you to rise higher in your pleasure before stopping all together and focusing more on kissing and biting your breasts. He ran his fingers up and down the length of your slit, collecting more of your slick before starting all over again. After the fourth time, you had tears in your eyes, your breath hitching as you beseeched him to continue.
“P-please, Young Master. Please, n-no more,” you begged, your fingers scrambling into his hair. You looked so sweet begging, how could he resist such a lovely request? Shamrock wanted you to be ready to accept him after your pleasure, and this would help.
“Very well pet. Call me by my true name as you come for me,” he said languidly while nipping at your breast. Soft moans and husks fell from your lips as he resumed rubbing you. Your little cries only turned him on further, his stiff cock begging for attention. As you approached your peak, Shamrock bit your nipple harder than he had before. He was rewarded by you crying out for him, eyes shut tightly as you came on his fingers.
“Sh-Shamrock!” you cried softly as your cunt gushed more fluid onto him, your tight hole clenching around nothing. It was the first time you had ever said his name and it felt like a blessing. He continued to stroke you until your muscles went lax, your whole body boneless. Shamrock cradled your face in his hand as you came down from your high, your breath shuddering as your eyelids fluttered open.
“Perfect.”
You flushed once more but your mouth held a small smile as he let go of your face and shifted to the side of the bed to shuck his pants quickly from his body. He fisted his hard cock, pumping it a few times to get the edge off. Your eyes went wide with curiosity, your fingertips twitching with the desire to touch. Shamrock smiled softly, he was to be your first – and only – in everything.
“Have you never seen a man’s cock before?” he teased, holding his shaft in his hand. You were still marveling at his naked form as you shook your head. Shamrock came closer to you on his knees, his cock nearly at your face. You looked up at him with wide eyes. He’d teach you to pleasure him with your mouth, but not tonight.
“Go on,” he urged you, reaching for your wrist with his free hand. He pulled your hand to his cock, your soft warm palm making him shudder with desire. You sat up and tentatively explored him, your fingertips grazing his sensitive head as he fought the urge to moan. Your careful exploration was akin to torture as you inspected him and wrapped your hand around his shaft. Your fingertips weren’t able to close around him as you gave him a tentative stroke of your own.
“Enough,” Shamrock ordered softly. He could barely contain himself and he didn’t want to lose himself all over your pretty hands. You let go of his cock and watched his face, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Shamrock positioned himself between your thighs, his aching cock now poised at your entrance as he leaned over you. His red hair pooled over your chest, completely surrounding you in himself.
“How will it- is there enough-” you whispered, your thighs spreading even further to allow him more room. Shamrock slid his cock up and down your wet slit, putting himself into position to thrust into you. He wanted to make this experience pleasurable for you, to make you crave him the way he craved you.
“It will fit. You were made for me,” came Shamrock’s tender answer as he leaned down to recapture your lips. If he had his way, he would have taught you the pleasures of your body over the course of several nights, savoring each new delight as you discovered them. Unfortunately he felt like there was a sword pressed to his throat, a looming danger he couldn’t ignore. He would have to relish his experiences with you as they came, not wait for a better opportunity.
Shamrock pushed into your tight cunt slowly, watching your face intently. You’d long learned to keep pain from clouding your features but Shamrock could tell by the press of your lips that you were uncomfortable. Your cunt was squeezing him so tightly he was concerned he wouldn’t last beyond seating himself deeply in you. Your fingers grabbed his shoulders, digging into his pale skin. Shamrock leaned down to kiss your neck as he pressed even further into you.
“Only the first time is unpleasant,” Shamrock said softly into your ear. “After this you will only feel pleasure in my bed.” You nodded even as tears pooled on your lashline. Once Shamrock was satisfied that you were ready, he seated himself within you in one strong push. Shamrock moaned out loud, your cunt gripping so tight he thought he could see heaven. You couldn't hide your grimace as he sheathed himself within you, your lower lip trembling as he leaned down to kiss it. He wanted to give you time to adjust, even as his cock was begging for him to pound into you.
Shamrock focused his attention back on kissing and nipping at you, particularly around your sensitive neck. Your skin was starting to show hickeys and bite marks from Shamrock’s attention. He trailed a finger up the column of your neck, admiring his work while you acclimated to the feeling of him within you. Soon you were gripping the back of his head tightly as you mewled under his tongue.
“Tell me if it is painful,” Shamrock bit out through his teeth. He pulled himself back before rocking into you again, thrusting himself slowly into your wet channel. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the pleasure your tight cunt was providing him. He’d had many women but all were forgotten as he slid back into your sweet pussy. You were babbling nonsense with your head thrown back as you wound your legs around his waist.
He wanted to be gentle with you, to take his time for your first experience. But as you clenched around him, his last thread of patience snapped. Shamrock set a fast rhythm, you cunt sucking him in with every thrust. He wasn’t going to last long this round, this he knew already, but there would be plenty more chances to show you his prowess.
“N-not painful,” you whispered, closing your eyes as Shamrock’s hips snapped into yours. He hoisted your legs up higher, positioning one over his shoulder. His cock was now hitting you at a new angle, rubbing the spot inside you that made your thighs tremble. One of his hands snaked between your bodies to rub at your clit, your back arching as he found his target. You tightened even further around him and moaned, the sensation and sound nearly making him come on the spot. He continued to rub your clit as your heels pressed into his back, your legs taut with tension, your nails digging into his forearms.
“Come on my cock. S-show me your pleasure,” Shamrock murmured, about to lose himself entirely. He felt your cunt pulsing around him as you bit your lip, your brows furrowed and eyes closed.
“Eyes open. I said show me,” Shamrock ordered, wanting to see you come undone. Your eyes snapped open, as you took what he was giving you.
“Ahh~ nnh I can’t - it’s too - Sham-rock!” you babbled at him, consumed by pleasure. You threw back your head and let out a long, low moan as your cunt tightened around him. Shamrock could hold himself back no further as he buried himself deep within you, his own orgasm ripping through him. He continued pumping into you, his come spurting deep within you as your cunt continued to spasm.
After a few moments, your muscles went limp around him and your eyes closed. He didn’t order you to keep them open this time, allowing you respite after your first sexual experience. Shamrock set your legs down gently on the bed, lying next to you and pulling you to rest on top of his chest. He enjoyed feeling your meager weight atop him, feeling like you were using him as a source of protection and comfort.
“Will it always be like that?” you asked, still out of breath, your hand splayed against his muscular chest.
“No. It will be better,” Shamrock said with a grin.
Hours later, Shamrock held you as you slept on his chest once more, your even breath fanning across him. He wished he could stay like this with you and fall asleep but there was too much he had to do. He had you a few more times that night, only stopping due to your soreness. Afterwards, he washed you gently with a towel and held you until you fell asleep in his bed. It wouldn’t be suspicious since the chain did not have enough length for you to go back to your room.
Shamrock slowly disentangled himself from you, leaving you to sleep peacefully as he made his machinations. You’d fallen asleep easily, tired from the day’s work and nighttime activities. He, however, had to think through the plan that was slowly coming together in his mind. There were so many things he wanted to tell you, so many emotions he wanted to express, but he needed to be strong for you.
By the end of the night, Shamrock had a loose idea, but one that would work if everything went according to plan. There were many moving parts and pieces that needed to come into play in order for you to be saved. He had funds and access to resources, but the thing Shamrock was shortest on was time. Everything would have to go exactly right, otherwise it would all be for naught.
The following day passed in a blur as Shamrock honed in on the minute details of his plan. He’d need to access a number of resources, tie some loose ends, and worst of all - depend on others. The timing had to be perfect, exact. But if all went according to plan, you’d be safe. Not completely unharmed, but safe.
He’d left you in his room, naked and chained to his bed. If he was going to save you, he’d have to pretend that he didn’t care for you any longer, like a petulant child dropping an old toy when he received a new one. He ordered food and drinks brought to you – after all, you were now posed as his plaything and wouldn’t be leaving his chambers.
It was a strange and unpleasant experience going through the castle without you at his side as he went about his day in preparation for the celebration that night. There were many moments where Shamrock would think to look at you and share an expression or see your reaction to various events only to remember that you weren’t there. His mind kept drifting to thoughts of you in his bed, your lashes fanning over your cheeks as you slept next to him in bed.
Shamrock barely remembered getting dressed in his fine suit or the beginning of his own birthday party. By the time night fell, he was already bored and wished to be back in your arms. The castle was filled with world nobles and other Celestial Dragons, all there to congratulate Shamrock on his birthday and upcoming training to be a God’s Knight. Shamrock spent the evening circulating in various conversations and drinking, his mind far from the present situation.
At some point, Shamrock was standing by the railing of the second floor, watching the festivities below. He didn’t bother trying to hide his disdain for the other world nobles – they were uninteresting boors with no skills or power. He didn’t know who they were or who invited them or why and didn’t care to find out. His senses prickled as Father came into his peripheral view, standing beside him and drinking from his own flute of champagne. Shamrock stood there in silence, awaiting Father’s conversation, if there was to be any.
“I am surprised your pet is not in attendance,” Father remarked, his own sneer forming as he watched the nobles below. In their disdain for those of lower standing than themselves, he and Father were of one mind.
“She is chained to my bed,” Shamrock drawled, feigning nonchalance. Father did not smile, yet his countenance shifted slightly. Something akin to smug satisfaction.
“Why do you think I gave you until you leave for training to dispose of it? There can be much pleasure found in breaking lovely things,” Father remarked, his eyes sparkling. Shamrock had no doubt he was remembering some other poor slave who had borne the brunt of his ire, but he did not want to dwell on it. Father stood in silence next to Shamrock, each deep within their own thoughts. Steeling himself, Shamrock cleared his throat.
“Father, I have one request before I begin my training,” he began. Shamrock waited until Father inclined his head ever so slightly, indicating Shamrock could continue.
“I wish to meet my brother.”