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Travant yanks Ethlyn's head back by her hair and holds the tip of Gungnir to her throat. Ethlyn swallows, and wills herself to show no fear. She won't show fear, she won't.
"The Gae Bolg," Travant says. "Drop it."
Quan throws it to the ground.
"Please!" he begs. "Please don't hurt her! Take my life instead!"
"Quan, no!" Ethlyn shouts. "Please don't kill him," she begs Travant. She hates how helpless she sounds, how helpless she is.
"Oh? I do not think you are in much of a position to be bargaining, girl," Travant says. He tightens his grip on her hair and lets the tip of Gungnir rest against the skin on her neck, the heavy weight of Travant's threat clear.
"Please," Ethlyn pleads. "I'll do anything."
"Anything?" There's a tone to Travant's voice that makes Ethlyn hesitate, but she can't back down now.
"Yes," Ethlyn rasps. "Anything."
"Very well," Travant says, and then he shoves her to the ground. Ethlyn tries to get back up, but Travant's heavy hand is on her back, pushing her back down.
He pushes her skirt up and tugs her underwear down, and a cold horror runs through Ethlyn as she realizes what he's planning to do. She bites her lip, trying not to resist. She had said he could do anything, after all. If he was having his way with her, he wasn't killing Quan. She could survive this. She would survive this.
"No!" Quan calls out as he tries to struggle to his feet. Instantly, Ethlyn feels the edge of Gungnir against the back of her neck.
"Your lady's virtue, or her life," Travant says. "I'll let you choose."
"Ngh," Quan groans, and falls back down to his knees. Ethlyn avoids looking at his eyes. This is for both their sakes, she reminds herself. They both have to keep living, for Leif and Altena.
Travant pushes her legs apart and holds them open, and humiliation floods Ethlyn. His hands move from her legs to her pussy, inspecting her as though she were an animal. She hears him shuffle, and one of his hands pulls away, and then Ethlyn feels his cock poking at her, sliding between her folds.
Ethlyn gasps as Travant's cock enters her without warning. He's so big, bigger than Quan. His cock punches the breath right out of her. Travant pushes his cock further into her, deeper than Ethlyn would have thought possible. Deeper than Quan had ever been.
Travant thrusts back and forth. Each time, it feels like he's carving right through her, like she's on the verge of breaking open on his cock. It hurts, oh it hurts-- but Ethlyn keeps her mouth clamped shut. She will not give Travant the satisfaction, not if she can help it.
"Make some noise, girl," Travant says, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes Ethlyn gasp. Travant wraps a fist through her hair and pulls, and Ethlyn finally lets herself cry out.
"Ah!" she moans, her voice pained. She moans again, for Travant, and closes her eyes. She can't look at Quan right now. Not with another man's cock inside of her, roughly plowing her open.
To her horror, Ethlyn can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside of her. How could she? How could she be getting pleasure from this horrible situation?
Yet her body responds to Travant's thrusts, building up pleasure inside of her against her will. She tries to stop it, but Travant is relentless and soon Ethlyn's gasps of pain become gasps of pleasure.
Her pussy throbs, each thrust of Travant's cock inside of her bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Until finally, the pleasure inside of her spills over and floods throughout her body. Her pussy pulses around Travant's cock, and she knows that he can feel her orgasm, and she's ashamed.
"I think your wife likes this," Travant leers to Quan. Ethlyn knows her cheeks are hot and her face is flushed. She wonders what she looks like to Quan-- does she look like she's in pain, or in pleasure? Was there a difference, at this point? She squeezes her eyes closed so she doesn't have to look at him.
Travant's movements grow faster and rougher, his cock plowing inside of her harder and harder. Ethlyn's pussy aches, but she wills herself to not cry out, not anymore.
Finally, Ethlyn feels Travant's seed spill inside of her. Travant fucks her through his orgasm, and then finally slows down. When Travant pulls his cock out of her, she feels his seed leak out of her and run down her thighs. She feels sick. That monster of a man, his come inside of her-- Ethlyn can hardly bear the thought of it.
A thought crosses Ethlyn's mind-- what if she were to become with child from this? Carrying Travant's spawn-- Ethlyn feels sick at the thought. Yet, if she were to find out in a month's time that she was pregnant, it could just as easily be Quan's child. That... that would have to be a thought for another day. Right now she still has to survive, her and Quan both.
"Hmph," Travant says, looking to the east. Ethlyn looks, too, and her heart soars. There's a battalion of soldiers bearing the flag of the Gae Bolg on the horizon. They're saved. Ethlyn doesn't know how or why, but that doesn't matter to her. This nightmare is finally over-- or, almost.
Travant walks forward and carefully picks up the Gae Bolg that Quan had thrown on the ground.
"I'll be taking this," he says with a smirk. "Consider yourselves lucky that you keep your lives-- this time. Next time I won't be so merciful."
Merciful? Ethlyn's blood boils. Then she looks at Quan, and the agony on his face. She imagines him dead, bleeding in the sand, and suddenly she is grateful that her suffering is ending with the both of them alive. They've lost the Gae Bolg-- a heavy blow, indeed-- but they still have each other. As long as they have each other, they'll be okay, Ethlyn thinks.