The Price of Seclusion
Olivia, Fire Emblem Awakening, Heroes-verse
Non-con, throat-fucking, gutting, ryona

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If Olivia thought finding a place to practice her dancing was difficult among the Shepherds, then it’s impossible in Askr! Sure, the Order of Heroes is nice enough; a massive collection of heroes from all times and realms, but there’s really not much in the way of privacy. What places there are that offer solitude are often already claimed, but the shy dancer does her best to stake them from time to time. After all, her dancing is invaluable, as Kiran has told her on multiple occasions.

Today, by chance, one of her favorite locations is unclaimed. It’s an old store room, in the depths of the castle. It may be a bit musty, but it’s empty enough, and well lit by putting flame to just a couple torches. It’s just roomy enough for her to dance freely, without worrying about being watched, or interrupted. So, breathing a sigh of relief that her impromptu studio is all hers, Olivia begins.

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Valter keeps a close eye on the pink-haired dancer these days. Since his summoning, the Moonstone can’t help but feel a bit… off. He’s a hunter, after all, and hunters aren’t meant to be cooped up for long. His instincts run wild, a certain hunger rushing through his veins, and Valter finds himself stalking and planning before he truly realizes what it is he is doing.

When she sets off on her own, a defenseless member of the herd slipping away from safety, the hunter is close behind. And once she dances, he watches. Her movements remind him of her languid form on the battlefield, though without the grim determination of her performance being life or death. Instead, she smiles softly, blissfully unaware that perhaps this performance means more than she can imagine.

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Olivia hums to herself as she moves, flowing through the room like a gentle breeze. The cool air grows even colder, as sweat beads up on her skin from her efforts. After several practices of her routine, she tires, panting and leaning against a cold stone wall. So tired is she, and her breathing so loud, she doesn’t hear the door slowly push open.

She does hear the heavy footfalls of the wyvern rider, however, as he strolls into the room. Olivia straightens up quickly, whirling to face the door, and the intruder who disturbs her solace.

“My, my, what a delicious little treat I’ve found! And I thought this store-room was emptied ages ago,” Valter says, shutting the door behind him. There’s a certain finality to his actions as he slides the bolt home, securing it.

“Uhm… I-I’m sorry, I was sort of in the middle of practicing down here. V-Valter, isn’t it? I don’t really like having an audience… if that’s okay…” Olivia stammers, doing her best to tell the off-putting man to make his exit.

“Oh? But your outfit is so revealingly alluring, while your dance is enticing. It is enough to drive a man mad, you know!” the Moonstone says, closing the distance between them. Reflexively, Olivia takes a step back, and is quickly reminded of the wall that stands behind her. The stone is as cold and unfeeling as this man’s eyes, and Olivia feels a chill run down her spine.

“P-please, it’s not like that! I only want to practice in peace…” she says, not daring to wonder at what this man wants from her. Yet, he comes closer, and closer, and closer. Until his hand is on her shoulder, fingers digging into her flesh. He opens his mouth to speak, and Olivia can feel the heat of his breath.

“Perhaps I want some practice as well. Would you deny me that, Olivia?” Valter asks, and at the use of her name, the dancer stiffens. He must have been watching her closely for some time, to pick up her name.

“I-I can go, then. This room’s all yours! I’ll just be leaving now, and…” Valter’s grip tightens, then, as he pulls Olivia toward him, only to shove her back against the wall, knocking the air from her.

“I simply cannot practice alone, Olivia! That wouldn’t do me any good at all,” he says, and Olivia feels all hope drain away. His name finally clicks. Valter, the Moonstone. Referred to (behind his back of course) as a beast, someone you absolutely do not want to cross paths with. As panic seizes her heart, Olivia takes leave of her senses.

She tries to bolt. Kicking away from the wall with all the strength her slender legs can muster, she runs, heading for the door in a frantic sprint. Valter's hand, however, strikes out quick as a snake’s bite, grabbing her by the wrist. It isn't hard for him to overpower her, then, dragging her back toward him and then flinging her to the stone floor.

“P-please, don't do this!” Olivia begs. “I'll do anything, just let me go!”

She cowers on the floor, legs splayed out, trembling in fear. She wonders if she should try to scramble to her feet, to flee again, but before she can Valter is standing over her.

“I won't just let my prey walk out of here. I've spent a long time, getting you alone. Lining everything up,” Valter says, as he raises one foot. Olivia looks up in horror, as he slams it down, stomping on her ankle, and she hears a crunch long before the pain hits her. “You'll not get away!”

She turns her head, as the pain explodes through her mind, forcing bile up from her stomach. She turns her head, as she retches, vomit splattering onto the floor. Olivia groans, then, the pain crashing into her in waves. But Valter only reaches down, dragging her up by her hair. She balances, shakily, on one leg, not daring to put weight on her shattered ankle.

“Now, dance for me! Amuse me!” Valter commands, and Olivia's eyes widen.

“I… I can't! You ruined my leg, I can't do anything with it…” Olivia protests, but Valter gives her a look that quickly silences her.

“Dance, or die. I'll get my entertainment one way or another, lovely Olivia. And I promise, I'll ruin a lot more before I take your life. Do you think you'll come back if I kill you down here, like in battle?” Valter muses, Olivia still trembling from pain and fear. “If that's the case, you'll be my new plaything. I'll kill you again, and again, and again! A fresh toy each time you come back!”

Olivia whimpers, despair and hopelessness mingling in the depths of her heart. Still, she sees no option other than giving in. Tentatively, she puts a little weight on her shattered ankle, and the pain she feels is far too great for her to manage any sort of dance.

“I… I can't put any weight on that leg. I'm sorry…” she murmurs, her voice hardly above a whisper, as tears begin streaming down her face.

“You're not going to try? Even with your life on the line?” Valter asks, “I'd think that might give even a weakling like you some determination.”

“It's impossible…” Olivia says, and as soon as the words leave her mouth, Valter is upon her again. He drags her toward the wall, not concerned for her injured leg in the least. He shoves her up against the unforgiving stone, and begins ripping at the meagre fabric she wears. It takes him only a moment, until she's standing naked in the room.

She whimpers, as his warm hands probe at her, groping her breasts, slipping between her legs to tease at her entrance. He even grabs her ass, feeling the firmness of her rear, and gently pushing a finger against her ass. Without warning, he shoves his finger into her, and Olivia cries out. What sort of man would do such a thing, she wonders, but that thought is short lived as Valter pushes his lips against hers, kissing her with a surprising passion.

Olivia does not kiss back, she only keeps still, taking whatever he forces on her. Somehow, her utter refusal to react only spurs Valter on, and he continues fingering her ass as he works his cock free with his other hand. He breaks the “kiss” then, only to lean down, and bite at her neck. He bites hard, and Olivia cries out again, but then his finger pulls out, and both hands rest on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees.

She stumbles, nearly toppling over, as she tries to maneuver around her ankle, but Valter holds her steady. Once she's down, she's at eye level with his hard cock, and it doesn't take her long to think of what's next.

“Open wide,” Valter says, forcing his tip against her lips. Instead, Olivia clenches her jaw, not allowing him entry. Things have escalated so quickly, and all she can manage is this pathetic resistance, but she doesn't want to make it easy for him, even under the threat of death. Naturally, this angers Valter. “Hm, resisting? Perhaps you have a spine after all.”

With that remark, he pulls back, and Olivia feels brief relief. But then he rears back further, his hand balling into a fist, and he punches her, his fist striking her right eye. The impact is enough to force her back, and the dancer's head smacks against the stone wall behind her, causing her vision to swim with stars. She can't help but open her mouth to groan, and Valter's fingers dig into her hair, pulling her head up as he forces his cock into her mouth.

Olivia frantically pushes against his legs, nails scrabbling against the cloth of his pants, but can make no purchase. And as he tips forward, thrusting into her mouth, Olivia can only whimper. He shows no mercy, tipping her head back and sliding his cock down her tight throat. Olivia finds she cannot breathe, as Valter begins roughly fucking her throat, causing her to gag with each thrust.

The pink-haired beauty continues pushing at him, but Valter is far stronger than her, even at her best. With his cock down her throat, Olivia's lungs begin to burn. She needs air, but nothing she does can stop the wyvern rider from using her how he sees fit. As she grows more and more frantic, she only grows weaker, and before long her hands drop, the room begins to spin.

Still, Valter fucks her. The last sensation she feels, before her eyes flutter shut and she loses consciousness, is the heat of Valter's seed, spilling down her throat into her stomach.

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Olivia’s eyes flutter open, slowly. Or, rather, one does. Her other eye is nearly swollen shut, and she struggles to so much as crack the lid open. Her mouth is dry, her throat is sore, and her ankle still pulses with a dull, constant ache. All in all, the dancer can tell the horror she went through in that basement warehouse was no dream. She moves her head slowly, glancing out the window to find that night has fallen over Askr.

The window itself shows she’s no longer in the lower portions of the castle, and the soft bed she lies upon is a further indication she is in someone’s quarters. For a brief second, she hopes someone rescued her. But an attempt to move her arm quickly reveals she is bound to the bed. The dancer can hardly move an inch, and immediately realizes that her attacker has simply hidden her away in his room.

Her heart begins to race, as she searches the room for Valter. At the moment, he seems to be gone. Desperate for some sort of rescue, Olivia attempts to cry out, to scream for aid. All she can manage in the end, however, is a hoarse whisper. She has no way of knowing, but even once she passed out, Valter continued fucking her throat, working it completely raw as he rammed his cock into her over and over, finishing within her several times. With her hope of alerting someone gone, Olivia begins pulling at her bonds, trying to yank herself free, but the ropes are too strong, and the knots too tight.

Her situation is utterly hopeless, and once the dancer realizes this, she begins quietly sobbing. Has no one noticed her absence? There are several of her within the Heroes serving the order, a fact that is still odd to her, and many of them are better trained than she. As she dwells on this, the door to the room creaks open, and Valter returns to his quarters.

“Ah, my prey is finally awake? Fantastic,” he says, and Olivia couldn’t disagree more.

“P-please,” she whispers, her voice hardly audible. “Water?”

“Oh, hm. Yes, I would imagine you’re thirsty. And I’m sure your throat hurts, yes?” Valter says, approaching her. He casually rests a hand on her shattered ankle, squeezing it, and forcing Olivia to squirm beneath his touch. If she could muster enough of a voice to scream, she would, but her mouth only opens in a soundless wail. “Keep your mouth open, just like that, and I’ll get you something to drink. Do be sure and close your eyes, though.”

Olivia does as she’s told, far beyond the point of futile resistance. Keeping her eyes closed, she can hardly see anything, but notices his shadow blocking the light before her. She hears him fumbling, hopefully reaching for a glass of water, and before she knows it, liquid is pouring into her mouth. She’s so parched that she begins frantically gulping it down, hardly noticing how warm it is, or the strange taste. That is, until Valter begins chuckling, then full on laughing as the liquid stops. She opens her eyes to find him gazing down at her, cock in hand, still aimed into her open mouth.

She drank his piss. She opened her mouth, and willingly drank this beast’s piss. Olivia cries out, turning her head to retch, to vomit it all back up, but Valter rushes over, slapping his hand across her mouth. Olivia has no choice but to swallow his piss, now mixed with her bile, and remnants of his come, a second time. She shudders, as the taste overwhelms her. Yet, the humiliation of it all does something to her, and the dancer feels a slight heat between her legs.

“Did that hit the spot?” Valter asks, laughing. Olivia only looks away, not able to meet his gaze. She’s suddenly very aware of her nakedness, as he stand over her, his eyes crawling over her body. Before long, her begins working her bonds loose. She knows better than to get her hopes up, and sure enough, he’s only changing her position. He forces her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed, and quickly ties her in such a way that she cannot move in the slightest.

“L-let me go… I won’t tell anyone about any of this, I promise!” she says, her voice finally returning, thanks to her horrible drink.

“Now, now, where’s the fun in that?” Valter asks, climbing into the bed behind her. He kneels down, and leans in, pressing his face against her cunt. Without warning, he buries his tongue in her folds, and begins eating her out. The small seed of arousal her humiliation planted within Olivia grows, as he delves into her with an expert’s tenacity. She’s even more humiliated by how incredible it feels, as no man has ever pleasured her like this, and she finds that she can only resist for a matter of moments, before she’s crying out in pleasure. When she finishes riding the waves of her climax, tears streaming down her face from the shame of it all, he simply buries his face in her again. And again.

Each time he manages to bring her to orgasm, Olivia feels a new wave of humiliation, of shame, though she has to admit it lessens each time. By the time he pulls back, she’s soaking wet, a mix of his saliva and her own fluids. The pain of her ankle and her eye have all but faded, replaced by the pleasure he’s forced her into, and as he works his cock free, Olivia finds her eyes glued to it. She wants him inside of her, after all that damn teasing, even though she knows that’s the furthest thing from what she truly wants, her body betrays her.

Not that Valter cares either way. He mounts her, unceremoniously, and shoves his cock into her. It is her first time, and despite how much work he put into preparing his prey, it is far from enough. Olivia squirms as much as her bonds allow as he fucks her, stretching her with each thrust, straining her body. Olivia can feel her folds tightening around him, holding him in, her body eager for his seed. In spite of the pleasure she feels, the dancer is disgusted by how easily he’s forced her to enjoy this.

“Y-you won’t get away with this…” she mutters, though the protest is weak, interspersed with moans as it is.

“Oh, please. As if anyone will ever notice you’re gone. I picked the weakest of you Olivias on purpose, you know. Some of the others might have provided more sport, but you were the safe bet. A perfect little plaything, hm?” Valter says. “I have a lot to test, you know. If the magic that keeps us coming back to life out there works in here… well, you could be a lot of fun.”

Suddenly, Valter produces a wicked looking knife. The blade is serrated, designed for rending flesh, and Olivia’s eyes widen in shock. He continues fucking her, showing no mercy and driving her closer and closer to another climax, even as he presses the tip of the knife between her breasts. He only pushes enough to pinch, at first, to lightly poke into her soft flesh. But as the first bead of bright red blood rushes out of her, standing out against her pale skin, Valter wants more.

“P-please, don’t. Don’t!” Olivia begs, but the knife stays. Despite her growing fear, the dancer is driven over the edge. As she cries out, her whimper broken and pathetic, Valter raises the blade. He adjusts his aim, and brings the dagger slashing down, starting just below her ribs and working his way down. It slices through her flesh easily, and Olivia’s whimper becomes a scream, as hot pain dominates her senses. Valter’s thrusts continue, even as he reaches into the wound, pulling her flesh aside and reaching into his prey.

Blood oozes out of her, covering his hand, his body, his bed, as Valter takes hold of her intestines. With a look of manic glee, he yanks them from her body, allowing them to spill out of the wound, and Olivia’s eyes widen, gazing down at the cavity he’s opened up in her. As he tears into her again and again, Valter finishes, and Olivia can barely feel the sensation of his seed spilling into her, over the blinding pain.

As she loses more and more blood, everything seems to move further away. Yes, Valter is cutting away at her, but it feels like it’s someone else. Everything seems to peaceful, even as her life fades away. Olivia’s eyes slowly flutter shut, but this time, it is no mere loss of consciousness. This time, she is dying. Somehow, even that thought seems so very far away, despite it being her last.

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Valter toys with her corpse for some time. The Moonstone is eager to see what happens with her, whether she returns to life, how long it takes, what state she’ll be in after. And while he waits, what better way is there to pass the time than enjoying what warmth remains in that fit body of hers? Needless to say, Valter doesn’t truly care if she ever dances again. Besides, Askr is filled with countless other specimen, prey that no one would miss were they to… disappear.