Note: All characters referenced are 18 , obviously this story is fictional and doesn't represent my views on consent in the real world, please do not read if you are triggered by CNC

Note 2: This post is largely build up, sorry.

Long ago as the dreaded and tyrannical crimson emperor began his conquest and used the gods own law against direct interference to make sure he'd never be punished. The powerful Mage-Emperor would cause untold death, destruction and would indulge in debauchery, yet he'd never found a woman who sated his interests. With the soul of a long gone heroine, he attempted to create a consort for himself. Unfortunately, the Crimson Emperors attempts would be stolen away by the gods, the reincarnated heroine instead being created in the last bastion of resistance, Citadel....

Alfvana sighed, tapping her fingers against her ornate desk as she read book after book on history, on what the world was like before the "era of Crimson", without such an era she would've never existed...but so much suffering would've been prevented. She was always told of her dual existence, simultaneously being reborn from pieces of a heroines soul who was long dead before the Crimson Emperor even began their conquest, yet she was saved and blessed as much as she could by the remaining gods. Loved so much by them, that she bled silver instead of regular blood. But, if they cared so much to bless her, why didn't they just break their own rule just once to stop the damn tyrant? As her candles wittled signifying the passing of time well into the night, she began dozing off. Her eyes fluttering shut and the embrace of sleep about to take her until-

She heard a knock on her door. She wondered who'd bother her so late at night, before answering she briefly looked in the mirror to make sure she was presentable. Her silky long silver hair and pale silver eyes, as well as smooth stark white skin contrasted heavily with the average person. Regardless, she looked alright and her nightgown was modest enough to answer the door, it must be urgent if they decide to bother her so late at night.

As Alfvana opened the door, she was suprised to see one of her many personal guards, along with a scared looking priestess. Rowan, her favorite personal guard, in due part to the fact he treated her like her own person instead of some savior or tool. They didn't seem to notice her opening the door as they argued.

[Rowan]: "She deserves to know."

[Priestess]: "You know how she is! Do you really want her making that decision!"

Rowan's attractive honey brown eyes averted the priestesses eyes, instead looking to the letter he held.

[Rowan]: "I....you're rig-"

At that moment, Alfvana realized they were trying to keep some information from her. While she could never be mad at Rowan for wrong, the man she secretly (and sinfully) held feelings for, despite the fact she was supposed to live a life of celibacy. Instead of trying to reason with them, she snatched the letter out of his hand and then quickly locked the door behind her, her natural agility greatly helping in such matters. She heard yelling and banging on the door, and she knew she wouldn't have much time before Rowan kicked the door down. So, she read the letter, and her eyes widened with horror.

Marked with the seal of the Crimson Emperor, it read

"Alfvana, if you are reading this, know you have a choice presented to you. I assume you've heard of my forces advancing upon citadel, although you're personal guard and the clergy may have said it was of no worry, you should be smart enough to know otherwise. After all, I didn't make you to be a fool. I'll grant you this opportunity, surrender yourself peacefully or Citadel will face my wrath. I won't bother appealing to how you're life as a consort wouldn't be painful as long as you obey, as we both know you have no interest in being mine. However, I will havr you, either without struggle or with unfathomable carnage in my wake. You'd do best to heed my words and consider the best option."

"Regards, Your creator"

Alfvana's heart sank. She knew the city was being sieged, and despite the assurance of others she knew deep down that it was not going in Citadel's favor. It'd already been months...how much longer could the city survive? She reread the letter, the blood red ink, or perhaps actual blood marked a promise. She didn't want to submit to this evil tyrant, her creator or not...but, she would not let so many die simply because she was a coward. Finally, the door was broken down with a large thunk, the priestess taking the letter out of Alfvana's shaky hands. She couldn't even stand to look at Rowan as he stood beside her.

[Rowan]: "You...you read it, didn't you?"

He spoke softly, almost remorsefully. The priestess stayed silent.

[Alfvana]: "You were going to hide this from me?..."

[Priestess]: "Alfvana, I know what you're thinking but you can't just give up-"

[Alfvana]: "It's not giving up, it's preventing our city from being pillaged and burnt to the ground."

[Priestess]: "Don't worry, there's a safe spot far away from the city, we can use the tunnels to get you out. It's not lost!"

Alfvana with watery eyes looked at Rowan.

[Alfvana]: "Rowan....is this what you want? For so many to die for me? Please, if you care any amount about my free will, take me to the city gates."

[Priestess]: "Rowan, don't listen to her, we must prevent her from-"

Rowan took his gaunlted hand and punched her, not enough hard enough to cause serious damage but enough to knock her out.

[Rowan]: "I don't want you to be taken, but as much as I don't want that...this is your decision, I'm not going to force you to bear the weight of lives lost."

[Alfvana:] "Thank you"

Rowan gave Alfvana a moment of privacy to change into a simple tunic and trousers, along with a black cloak to cover her form. As the two left, walking down alleys and deserted city streets she could see siege engines right over the city wall, imposing and promising to wreak havoc. Yet they were not in use yet, though they surely would if Alfvana hadn't accepted. Alfvana and Rowan walked in near silence to the city gates, but in a alley right before they reached the gates she took Rowan's hand into hers and spurred on the moment she said

[Alfvana]: "I love you, Rowan."

Rowan, trying to suppress his own tears nodded. He had felt the same way, though beforehand had been honorbound to hide his feelings.

[Rowan]: "I love you too...if you're getting any second thoughts you can-"

[Alfvana]: "No, I need to do this."

The twos faces came close to eachother, but none made the move first for a kiss, but neither made the first move. Finally, after a pause Rowan and Alfvana pulled away, a lingering feeling of a lost future together hang between them, and they did not wish to make it any worse by giving eachother their first kiss.

As the two made their way to the city gate, they saw the haunted faces of soldiers, some wounded and others shaking, preparing for a strike at any moment. As the two continued, they were stopped, a rank and file soldier stopping them.

[Soldier]: "Gates are closed, in case you haven't heard we're undersiege." He added the last bit sarcastically.

Rowan stood silent, turning to Alfvana. He'd speak if she wished her too, but he had a feeling she wanted to do it herself. Alfvana took off the hood of her cloak, to the wide eyed Soldier.

[Alfvana]: "And I will make sure it shall be under siege no longer."

Other soldiers began snickering upon hearing the words, until turning to see the glimmering of silver features upon the woman who spoke. Soon they all grew silent as they stared at her. Some whisperdly debated stopping the prized blessed Saint of the city from surrendering herself. But they all knew the carnage that would take place if she didn't, they made a way for her to pass, and as she did she saw many give salutes, as if they would to a fallen soldier. She was not dead, yet she knew her old life would be. Right before she left she clutched Rowan's hand before letting it go, she didn't turn to see his face as she exited the gates...she couldn't bear it.

As she made her way to the encampment of Crimson soldiers, she put her hood up. They saw her coming from a long ways away, but she put her hands up in surrender. As she approached, the Crimson soldiers looked upon her. One went to tie her hands behind her back.

[Crimson soldier]: "Now what person would be stupid enough to walk into our camp? Trying to cut your losses? Deserting your post perhaps? Well lucky you, because we're feeling quite merciful today...if you help us with our pent up urges, of course."

Alfvana was too shocked to say anything, as she felt the soldier put a hand on her waist. Beneath her cloak she saw the soldiers eye her hungrily, some with very prominent and growing bulges. That was until what seemed to be a higher ranked soldier came into the room.

[Crimson officer]: "Wait just a second you horny bastards. I swear if this is who I think it is and you've taken her virginity, we're all dead."

The soldiers looked at eachother confused. The officer approached her and yanked the hood of her cloak off, revealing her glimmering silver nature. Some cursed quietly in disbelief as the soldier with the hand on her waist quickly took it off. The Officer with a mix of awe and fear looked her in her eyes, before asking.

[Crimson officer]: "Did they....do anything to you?"

Alfvana at an utter loss for words just shook her head no. The officer grinned, a mix of triumph and relief.

With that, the officer raised raised his sword. At first Alfvana thought he was going to kill her, but instead moments before it hit she saw it was the hilt of the sword. As it collided with the back of her head, she passed out.

Alfvana awoke, she was in a extravagant room and in the comfiest bed she ever felt. She didn't open her eyes yet, hoping that it was all just a horrible dream. That she was back in her room at the grand cathedral and the city wasn't under siege. Though as she was preparing to open her eyes she felt a calloused hand caress her face, it's fingers tracing lightly along her jaw.

The voice stated, as if admiring a masterpiece. She didn't recognize what she assumed to be a man's voice, judging on how deep and commanding it was. As her eyes fluttered open she saw a man, although she'd never seen him before her eyes widened with an instinctive recognition. The man, although sitting down on the bed was obviously tall, around eight feet even if he stood upright. His light brown hair complimented his deathly pale skin. He looked to be around late 30s to early 40s, though he aged incredibly well she assumed he was much, much older. After all, the deep crimson eyes and a jagged ebony crown gave her all the information she needed to know who this was...The Crimson Emperor, her maker. He didn't seem to notice she was awake at first, as he looked absent mindly at the wall as he felt her jaw. Though finally, as his gaze turned back to her face his eyes bored into her.

[Crimson Emperor]: "You've made a wise choice, though I doubt it was wisdom that guided you to such. No, it was your weakness, the potential wasting morals that the weak flock to and that you upheld...." He paused, a brief moment of conflict and confusion on his face. "Why? If you decided to, you could've drawn upon blood magic, you'd the best. You could've ruled over them all, why?"

Alfvana was at first too shocked to speak. As she considered his question she knew he was right, although she couldn't use any other forms of magic if she so choosed, she could've used the morally corrupting blood magic, she might've even be able to defeat the Crimson Emperor....but, she would've been corrupted by the magic to become a tyrant just as bad.

[Alfvana]: "Power doesn't matter as much as you think it does."

The tyrant smirked, as if he was expecting such an answer. He looked almost smug, as if she'd just told him that the sky was green. He responded.

[Crimson Emperor]: "I'm sure you believe that. Though it matters not now, you are to be my consort. That is your only purpose, and it's how you will live out your eternity."

Alfvana's stomach would sink, as she felt an utter feeling of dread come over her. It must've been obvious, as he said.

[Crimson Emperor]: "If you obey me, pain will be minimal, and you will feel the utmost pleasure."

His ice cold fingers moved from her jaw to dance down her neck, all the way to her collarbone, extending his movements slowly, almost as if he relished in her dread. Alfvana, without knowing what else to say sputtered out without thinking

[Alfvana]: "I took a vow of celibacy!"

As soon as the panicked words left her mouth, she realized how stupid it was. Why would he care? The Emperor chuckled with malice, lifting his fingers off her.

[Crimson Emperor]: "You do not wish to lay with me?"

He smirked, for he already knew the answer. Despite the fact she was created, meant to fulfill this very purpose, she resisted. He could offer her unimaginable, mind shattering pleasure. He could not quite blame her, it was almost endearing how hard she tried to resist her nature.

[Crimson Emperor]: "I hear that the night before the rite of celibacy, one is supposed to indulge themselves, to make the commitment all the more meaningful when they forgo pleasure. Tell me, that night...did you orgasm?"

Alfvana's pale face went red, her jaw agape. She looked at him, no one had ever been so direct with her about such things. But as she involuntarily remembered that night, she knew that she had. She had thought of Rowan as she did such. Although she did not yet answer him. The Tyrant knew her embarrassment and how she'd been told not to talk about such things, it was only natural she wouldn't answer. But, he'd make her anyways. His hand grasped her throat, tight enough to make breathing difficult but not enough to compelety cut it off. Alfvana clawed at his huge hand, but it was of no use. He was far stronger then any mortal should be.

[Crimson Emperor]: "Tell me, or do I have to contiune this? I assure you, if you do not answer I will do far worse."

Alfvana would squirm and contiune trying to break free of his grasp, before answering quietly.

As soon as she answered, he let go and retracted his hand. Alfvana sat up, though she knew better then to try and make a run for it. She stared down at the ground, not wishing to meet his eyes.

[Crimson Emperor]: "You'll find life much less agonizing if you do as I ask."

Alfvana didn't dare answer.

[Crimson Emperor]: "I'll give you yet another mercy. Another choice."

He stood up, going to the closet of the room and pulling out something. As he came closer back, he showed her it. It was a chastity belt, it looked to be made out of heavily enchanted metal, ebony with silver markings to be exact. He sat down beside her on the foot of the bed again. It had strange red magic runes on it, practically radiating power.

[Crimson Emperor]: "I could force you to lose your virginity, it'd be quite easy in fact. If you don't want this choice, then you will. Should you however, choose to wear this? Well, it's made so even I cannot take it off with raw force or magic, nevermind anyone else."

This seemed...too good to be true. She wasn't going to deny the offer of course, but why would one make a consort just to not be able to properly have intercourse with her. He put the belt down on the bed, as Alfvana hesitantly felt it. It didn't look uncomfortable, didn't have any horrible spikes or anything that'd cause discomfort or pain.

[Crimson Emperor]: "Do not mistake this as me forgoing any intimacy. There is more then one way for me to gain my own pleasure. This simply decides if you'll gain any release from it as well."

She didn't understand it, and his predatory smile told her there was more too it. However, if she was forced to serve him...at least this could make sure she wouldn't lose her virginity to him. She felt the pure power radiating off the runes, and had a feeling that he wasn't lying, that even if he wanted to he truly could not take it off.

[Alfvana]: "I...I accept. I'll wear it."

[Crimson Emperor]: "I had a feeling you'd say that. Now, let's get it on."

Before she could protest he used one hand to pin both of hers, as his other pulled down her trousers, and then her underwear. She was too shocked to even speak as she squirmed, and for a moment he stared at her intimate parts, being the first person (besides Alfvana herself of course) to ever see them.

[Crimson Emperor]: "A shame that I'll never be able to use such, but....this is much better."

He spoke as if she just fell into a ambush, maybe she had. Right about as she was going to remind him about their deal that she wouldn't lose her virginity, he clasped the belt on. His scarlet eyes glowed as he chanted something in a ancient language, the runes glowed as well. After a few moments the belt was shut tight, her fate was sealed. It didn't hurt, and it was quite lightweight. After that, he pulled her trousers back on her, as if she was incapable of doing so herself, before releasing her hands.

Alfvana sighed in relief. She felt a bit...tingly underneath the belt, but assumed it was just her imagination. With that, he stood up again, going to leave.

[Crimson Emperor]: "I'll see you in my throne room, once my servants have made you...more presentable."

With that, he left. Leaving her to stew in her thoughts. Although she was thankful for the small mercy of being able to keep her virginity, she started breathing heavily....was this going to be how she spent forever? Her eternal youth turned against her, so she'd forevermore be Consort to this cruel, horrible monster masquerading as a man.

She hoped not, but it seemed her hope was not enough.

END OF CHAPTER

Hey, thanks for making it all the way here! I'm a avid writer, though this is my first erotica and reddit story. I know there was a lot of build up this chapter, but I promise there will be much more erotic and steamy scenes moving forwards! Thanks.