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Furina forgot how long she has been kept here. She did count how many days she was the fraudulent archon. 499 years and 8 months. Almost two hundred thousand days. She acted like an god. She had the freedom to live. But being held as a prisoner... She hates it. She hates it. She want to be free. She gained a bit of weight... Oh god! She doesn't even eat much... Nononononono.
Thank God. She is not... Her cycle just ended recently... Her heart is fluttering... Atleast something good happened in a while. She just gaining weight from not doing anything... Tired, lonely and apathic. She doesn't even care anymore. Lying down in the bed. Tired and bored.
Furina was having her weekly fits. Tired and pissed and scared. She wants to be free. Throwing anything at him. Sedene. Poor Sedene is getting manipulated by him. She thinks Furina is nuts. Keeping secrets. Yelling something she doesn't think she'll remember... Rage, anger and betrayal. She loved him. His reason for this was not her assault but that she was missing for a while. Without his permission. Gods, archons, celestia above someone set her free. Focalors, you died, setting yourself free, but what about her? Snap. She broke. Sobbing. Lonely and trapped.
She doesn't remember how time works. It was august last. Now? Her freedom. All gone. Locked in this room. Her old paradise, now prison. She is getting to used to it... Why? Is it what they call shocklomn syndrome? Tired, trapped and lonely. This room is her safe spot. From Neuvillette. Furina discovered the lock, a few weeks ago. So she just locks it from inside.
To her happiness, all of those unread books of her are getting read. She has been losing hope. So much for a trip and celebrating freedom.
"Monsieur Neuvillette, we still do not know where Lady Furina is. According to some digging in other nations, she was in Liyue, Sumeru and Inazuma. She stayed in inazuma for a few weeks. Guuji Yae has said she did bid her off." Clorinde said. Face grim and guilty. Her closest ally. Clorinde and furina were close.
That poor girl was very concerned. Furina has been missing for seven months. The harassers confessed about harassing Furina... Neuvillette pulled some strings and made them lie. Getting harassed and missing. Clorinde feels like a failure of a friend... Too intimate of a title... But Clorinde will always see her as a great ally, companion, friend, employer.
Furina was losing it. No freedom. She swears she is hearing voices. Or is it Neuvillette playing some games. It was fun reading these sort of novels. But being in the situation is not good for her health. She looks at the bustling city from the window... Fuck these windows for being so hard. Hitting her head against wall is a no. Because Neuvillette that time didn't kiss her pain away....
Fantasy is best kept in fantasy. Bringing it back to life is not good.
"Monsieur Neuvillette, do you have any idea where Lady Furina might be?" Clorinde was losing it too. Furina was like a sister to her. Always caring for her, dates everything. Calling her an ex employer feels too far. He just shook his head.
Furina was struggling to breathe. The knocking on the door was persistent. She wants him away. A muffled sob.
"Go away!"
He doesn't. Sedene, please believe her that she is not crazy, but trapped. It's natural for her to believe Furina is nuts. Because she is nuts. But atleast call someone. Spill it. She can't blame Sedene... Neuvillette is a melusine's man.
The door broke.
"You're being impossible, lady Furina."
"Me? Impossible? What about you? You're locking me to this room! Let me go!"
A growl. And she shuts up. She learnt every darkside to him that hard way. He is displeased, and she being too ‘disobedient’.
"Lady Furina, behave. Do you want me to be like that again?"
She shook her head. Apparently skipping meals for two days is not good for a woman's health. She had dreams.
She shared the dreams with him once.
"Lady Furina, if you were a human what is your biggest desire or dream?" Neuvillette asked. Teaching this silly dragon is hard. Human, emotions, anatomy, biology, pleasure, desire. Their lesson of the day was dreams, need, desire.
Furina chuckles. She is a human. If she gets the Luxury to be a human.
"As a human, I believe family is the best dream. Having parents, Getting married, kids. They are the reason. Not everyone wants it. But if I were a human I would love to be married and have children."
Neuvillette closes his eyes, "if I were a human I would love to be with you and your dream." That is his humanly desire.
That dream. He crushed it. A dream she longed for.
"Why are you like this?"
Neuvillette remains silent. Holding her wrists in place. His tail is showing. Scales.
"What happened? I wasn't leaving Fontaine! I just wanted to be happy with my newfound freedom.. why are you taking away?"
Prey and predator. It feels shitty.
"Because you're mine. You want your dream to be true? I will be the other. You're mine."
Furina let out a sigh of displeasure.
"It's not what I am asking... We were always together! I never left you. I just needed some time. I am yours. But why? The only thing you had to do was ask... Please...."
If he asked her to die she would. Anything he wants. Furina would. Her body, soul and mind is his. But why? Why this.... She would happily be with him forever. And ever. She is feels like a ghost in her own skin.
"Because you're mine."
Dragons are possessive being. Hydro embodiment. Depths, fertility and purity. It's pure obsession. Furina stood limp. In his possessive and warm arms. So how much she hates it. She always wondered why women stayed in an abusive relationship. She exactly knows why.
Sobs filled the room. Her heart is pounding. Fingers digging in his back. Let her go. He won't. She utterly and completely his. Whether she wants it or not.
"Neuvillette, let me go."
"I can't do it, lady Furina."
This vile creature has the audacity to kiss her eyes. Brushing the tears away. People who hurt women shouldn't be considered humans. But Furina made him human...
How devastated she would be four centuries ago. Mirror-me is gone. Her vision is gone. She can't be with Salon Solitaire. How lonely and helpless she is.
No one can suspect him. Her heartbeats for him. But it's devastating how cruel he is. Let her go.
His lips catching hers.
Stop it. She won't be able to push her away. She doesn't. Her hands fell limp. So loving, so tender. But why?
She is utterly and absolutely his. She melts.
He is the spark to her gasoline. Caging her heart with thorns. It's not love, but it is. She is burned.
His hands fall on her hips. Holding them close. Body to body. So loving, yet poisonous. Killing her.
"Looks like my child is growing in you well."
Furina jerked away. What?
"Neuvillette, what are you saying?"
Her voice was calm. Her heart was about burst. No.
Her eyes were puffy from the meltdown she had previously. But she doesn't have tears left to cry. Her time here goes like this. She is supposed to be a strong woman. But she feels helpless and pathetic. Her nails dug in her stomach. Marking crescents. She was in agony. She doesn't deserve this.
He kissed her more. Her lips quivers at the sensation. She can't move. She just let him. His mouth lingers on her neck. She was wearing something that wouldn't cover her. The straps of her crop top fell to the side. Sliding them down. Letting his have access to her breasts.
Suckling them. Rolling, twisting them with his finger. Her body never listens to her. It reacts on its own. A moan fell. It was a pleased moan. She is not proud of it. But it's Neuvillette. She is used to him. Her body is used to him. The top pooling on her feet. She let out a sigh. Trying to push him off.
"It's a part of fertilization. You need my semen to incubate my egg."
Biting her nipple. She tugged his hair. Letting out a cry. Her insides ached like for him... Her mind was screaming. But she couldn't stop him. Her heart was beating thousand miles per second. Her abdomen pulsed. Her body was a slave of her desires. She is scared. It's thrilling.
His fingers traced her thighs. Close to her core. She loves the feeling. Her mind is screaming at him for the pain. But his touch, his words are sugary sweet that it kills her.
His thumb gently brushing against her nether lips. The dampness is disgusting. Why is her body so traitorous. The pulsing in her is hurting her. She wants him in. But her mind doesn't want it. Is it what love feels like?
The thumb dipped in. She knows what to do. A moan fell. No matter how much the do it, Furina can't stop it, the overwhelming pleasure. It hurts. Why him? Why does he have so much power over her?
The moans fell. The lewd squelching filled the room. The sigil mark glowed. Burning in bright blue. She was cry out. Her stomach hurts. Is it a mark? The sovereign's love? She loved it. She loves it, but she hates it.
"Neuvillette, why?"
This one sentence taunts him. Why can't she understand, he loves her, it's his way if love. He loved her since everything. The moment she taught him about humanity, and the inhumanity residing in humanity. He wants to make her his. Just his. When those perverts touched her, mind blanked. The only thing. Kill, kill, kill. But he couldn't.
He switched up their position. Standing up while trying fertilize the eggs in her body will be straining for both of them. He picked her up. And laid her down on the bed. On her stomach. Ass up. Hand firmly held on her back. He can't afford to lose. Lose her.
He just couldn't control anymore. He gained humanity in his beastial life. A dragon. A possessive obsessive being. His humanity says it's wrong. But Furina is his.
He unbuckled his pants. Positioning his dragonic cock. The bigger and beady one. It's blue. He still remembers how flushed furina looked. Pushing in. This time the pace slow, deep and gentle.
"It won't hurt less, Neuvillette! I'd rather you kill me and hurt me than this!"
Furina yelled. It became a habit. Everytime he tries to make love to her. She yells. It hurts her. Why is she crying? His urges are the reason.
Furina wants to die. Not because he is forcing her. If he asked. If he just gave her time and asked. She'd do the world for him. But he did what he thought what was right. It wasn't she wants her freedom, her vision, herself back. But she can't. It hurts.
"Let me go."
He doesn't.
"Why are you doing this?"
He loves her.
"Why can't you set me free?"
She belongs to him.
"Just give me back my Neuvillette back!"
It is her Neuvillette. But he lost it.
The thursts hurt. Her stomach, abdomen was aching. Not the sexy, he fucked me hard kind of ache, but the he is going to kill me, that egg in me or the both of us kind of pain. The fertilization was a success. Her womb, abdomen glowed in blue. It's a lost cause.
She forgot the time. Her stomach swelled. The egg became a embryo, turning to a fetus. She started to write. She can't go away. She stared at the pencil. If she hits her tummy with this will this thing die? Or can she die? Maybe stab her eye. Foçalors wouldn't want this. She memorized Neuvillette's schedule by seeing the placement of the shadows. When the shadows become thrice or twice as big he comes back. Sedene is not here.
She shouldn't. But if being free means death then she will do it. Forgive her, 'mirror-me', Foçalors. But she is not going to be trapped. Maybe a pencil was enough.
She lied limp, with a child in her stomach. Eyes bled. She couldn't. It was albeit painful. But she knew pain can set her free. And she did do it. She set herself free. Furina died that day. Neuvillette saw it.
The rain, flood came. But would Furina want the death of her people? The people who she saved at the cost of her life, mortality, freedom and happiness. His humanity, single ounce of humanity left with him, screamed to be good ruler. But he is a monster who drove his lover, his love, his heart to death. He did forcefully impregnated her. She killed herself.
Furina dreamt, she dreamt for freedom, for motherhood, for a husband, for happiness. She got it for a bit, a week. Her world came crashing. The people she cared, nurtured for hated her, the hate, the lust they had for her.
His ounce of humanity made him do this. Neuvillette decided to dump her corpse in an open space. Where anyone could find it. People found it.
The bruise showed the extent of the self-abuse/harm she did in a fit of rage, betrayal and pain. She died, unhappy and in pain. Feeling his betrayal. The suicide note would give him closer. Furina didn't want to give him closure. She pretended to be normal. But she wasn't.
Fontaine mourned. Mourned for their saviour, their faux archon, their beloved Furina De Fontaine.
Neuvillette never saw what he did wrong. Humanity can't change a creature from it's true nature, Furina learnt it, but she learnt it the hard way. Foçalors is not always right.
So, much for freedom.