Warning: Rape. Contains smut.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

It was cold and dark. It felt like Historia was buried deep in a chasm. She did not know what happened but she was sure that she was sleeping on her bed serenely a while ago but now, she was stuck in the inky and vast darkness that engulfed her and her courage.

Shivering in the cold, she let a whimper out of her lips. She sat up and embraced her knees on the attempt to conserve her body heat.

Her situation looked dire to her and it was abstruse for her to figure out where she is and what is going on.

The only assumption that she made that she fears is that she was captured by the rebels.

She was hugging her knees and cradling her cold body that was only warmed by the thin cloth of her nightgown. Shivers licked her spine and it made her shake. Her lips trembled as she resisted the urge to sob and scream for help.

As seen by people, she is a calloused princess that seemed to endlessly yell orders to squires but in reality, she is merely a frail young woman that could not even hold a cleaver without her wrists faltering.

The darkness seemed ever infinite and Historia began drowning in it like it was an ocean made to devour her very soul. She felt hapless and tears began to flood her lashes, clouding her eyesight. She blinked them away only to break down into sobs and hiccups.

She was scared. She wanted someone to save her but no one knows where she is even her.

Her sobs and sniffles halted when she heard a cold voice that seemed to rattle her spine with every word.

"Oh?" The voice said and it was like the whistles of Boreas. Cold and chilly. "Why is my bride crying? You miss Uncle already?" It teased Historia but the person, or creature did not show itself.

Historia rose, spinning around as she searched for the person in the dark. Her neck craned itself left and right and her eyes scanned the darkness as thorough as she can.

"Your bride?" Historia called out, mustering her courage but her voice faltered and she began to loathe herself for doing so. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "I am not your bride! Show yourself!" She yelled to the darkness, her voice steadier than it was a while ago.

She heard the freezing voice chuckle, adding more darkness to the already inky black that suffocated her and her hopes. "Of course you are, my love."

Historia whimpered but she stood her ground. If she has to fight her way out of this, then she will even if it will cause her defeat and death.

How did I get here? She thought as her body shook in panic. She began to chew her fingernails in unease. If it was the rebels, then it would be impossible since the palace is guarded by the best soldiers of Eldia. Then...am I dealing with someone inhumane?

She looked down in panic as tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly, she felt a cold hand caress her cheek and wipe the tears from her face.

A bright light appeared and Historia squinted as she adjusted her eyes to see and adapt to the temporary blindness she experienced caused by the bright light. Then, she looked up to see the face of a...

She is not aware on how to describe the person-no, the creature that she is face to face with.

The creature had humanoid features except for the tall, black goat horns that shot up from his tufts of shoulder length dark brown hair. Instead of canines, the creature had sharp fangs in place of it. His eyes were a beautiful shade of molten gold but it was adorned with slits of black, like a serpent's.

The demon smiled and it made Historia's skin crawl.

Historia swatted the demon's hands away from her face.

"You're so damn rude." The demon remarked while narrowing his snake-like eyes on Historia. The demon did not take her actions to be polite so he took her wrists and gripped them tightly before slamming both her wrists into the wall.

Historia hissed in pain. "Unhand me!" She commanded the creature who was almost as twice as tall as her. She looked up to meet his snake eyes and seeing the intimidation seeping from it made her feel threatened.

The creature licked his lips before tracing her collarbones in a lustful manner. He took a fistful of her hair and sniffed it, enjoying the whiff of her tresses then let it go.

Historia could feel tears in her eyes again as the demon began to lick the crook of her neck. His tongue felt slimy on her smooth porcelain skin and the feeling of his saliva made her whimper and thrash. She tried kicking him away but he seemed to be very powerful to be pushed away by her kicks. Her hands were held by him against the wall so slapping and clawing him using her nails was not an option.

"Stop!" Historia begged as the demon placed his hand on her bosom. "Enough of this! Who are you anyway?" She huffed and breathed deeply.

The demon smiled which made Historia rage. She opened her mouth to say something but she was silenced when a pair of lips met her soft ones.

Her eyes widened in realization that she was getting a kiss. She wanted to vomit in disgust for this demon was touching her in ways she did not want. She slightly parted her lips in attempt to shriek out but she regretted doing so since the demon took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

She tried to protest but her protests were muffled by the cacodemon that seemed to be enjoying the taste of her saliva.

Ymir felt ecstatic and felt himself get hard but he controlled his urges for it was too early in his own opinion.

After of what seemed like a moment, Ymir pulled himself away from Historia's lips, a string of clear liquid adorning their lips, connecting them.

Ymir smiled smugly as he looked down to the flustered blonde girl. He did not have enjoyment like this for a long time.

The princess's face was crimson in absolute shame. Her icy eyes glared sharply at the sexual fiend and her light colored lashes made a wonderful contrast with her sky blue eyes.

She was horrified but she tried her best to look fierce as possible, thinking that it would repel Ymir but seeing her like that only made the demon cackle, enjoying the feeling of superiority.

He traced her heart shaped face lovingly with his long, tanned fingers and then, he placed a kiss on her forehead that was sweaty. Noticing this, he took the pleasure in licking the sweat off her forehead and he did it slowly in order to terrify the girl more.

Historia's breath hitched as she felt his tongue on her forehead and she moved her shoulders violently in attempt to hit him anywhere to free herself but no, Ymir was too strong.

Finally, Historia felt no pressure on her wrists anymore and she took a moment to rub their soreness away. She kept her eyes on the incubus, making sure that he would not be able to lay another finger on her.

"Sugar...how about we finally consummate our love?"

She went rigid when he spoke and her hands immediately flew to his chest to smack him. It landed on Ymir's chest with a loud thud but he did not feel any pain. She huffed as a dirty smirk adorned his demonic face.

He was so intimidating, she could barely take her hand off his chest. Her eyes that matched the heavens were still and wide. They were fixed on Ymir.

Tremors kissed her body as Ymir placed his hand over hers.

"Stop touching me you filthy fucker!" Historia yelled as she pulled her hand away and she inaudibly said the vulgar word she had stated.

Ymir faked a look of pain, "Ah," He winced as he touched his chest and pretended as if the pain's roots where from there. "You're calling me that already?" Then, his face contorted in disgusting evil. "You're getting too excited, honey~"

Historia gritted her teeth in anger. She wanted to grab both of his horns and snap them away from his head. He was getting cocky, no, he is cocky. "Go fucking die." Historia cursed at Ymir. This time, she did not allow herself to hesitate in saying such a word. "I do not even know your name—"

She yelped as the demon lifted her up, taking her thighs to his arms and Ymir could feel his sexually sadistic side coming out as he threw his bride to the bed that he prepared beforehand.

The dark chamber that Historia was kept in was their room, not a dank dungeon. He made sure to command Hitch to prepare it—to make it luxurious. The shedemon did her job as his assistant and arranged their room in a very erotic yet romantic fashion if that is possible.

Hitch did a great job in adding silken sheets to the fancy wedding bed. Feathers stuffed in cases served as pillows, a silk bed skirt adorned with black lace, and a duvet—fluffy and still made of silk completed the look of the bed and the wine colored theme suited Ymir's tastes very well. He was proud of his assistant for this bed and room.

Silver plates hung from the ceiling and were tied to it by thin metal ribbons that were a few meters long. With this, the plates were suspended five feet in the air and on them are lit candles that smelled of roses, lavender, and chamomile.

Historia slowly opened her eyes as she felt silken sheets slide on her almost bare back. Her fingers were on her cheeks as if to hide from them. She thought she was alone and she walked her fingers to grab a nearby pillow and bury her face in it.

Adjacent to the bed, Ymir just stood and studied his bride briefly. She did not seem to notice him as he stood there and this made him conclude that she is stupid.

He stood in front of the canopy bed, staring at her legs and the area near her thighs. His pink tongue had this urge to lick her all over until she would beg him to stop and this thought excited him.

A grin spread through his perfect lips, exposing his sharp teeth. Slowly and carefully, like a wildcat approaching a nearby target, Ymir crouched and placed a hand at the foot of the bed, trying to get on it.

Historia seemed to notice for her body tensed up but unlike from earlier, she finally had the will to fight. Finally, had the will to kill this monster.

Without any trace of reluctance, she sat up and threw the pillow on the demon's face but to her dismay and fear, Ymir just made it float on the air before it hit him.

With her eyes wide once again, she tried to scramble her way off the bed but she was pinned down by Ymir who pounced at her.

She tried her best to turn away from the demon's face but the demon smacked her every time she did so she had to face him.

"Look at me." The demon said coldly and Historia obliged to meet his serpent eyes. She also noticed that the bright light from earlier had disappeared. "Oh, that bright light was just a sphere of energy." Said the demon, noticing her observations. His words sounded soft but his grip was nowhere the same.

Her shoulders were turning red from the pressure she was under and his knuckles were white from putting her in too much pressure. Their eyes met, their eyes erratic as the world they live in.

Ymir quickly gave Historia a passionate kiss that made Historia protest in a incomprehensible voice since Ymir's tongue was in her mouth. She hit him on the back repeatedly but it did not seem to discourage him. Worse, it made him excited, judging that he was already caressing her thighs that made Historia tremble in unwanted pleasure.

He pulled away from the kiss, feeling his libido rising up. He quickly glanced to Historia who was staring at the unfamiliar ceiling that haunted her.

"It's okay." Ymir cooed as he started to stick a finger inside her. Historia's eyes widened. She wanted to scream and thrash and kill this demon but her body remained still like the perfectly divine looking sculptures of Ancient Greece.

Ymir was enjoying himself, just pumping a finger inside Historia, then adding a few more as minutes fly by. His bride's eyes were brimmed with tears as she gripped on the silken sheets, biting her lip to restrict the moans.

It was like a blur, a piece of a second. Historia felt pain when Ymir inserted his erect member inside her. She despised it above all things. She was a good girl, a fine maiden, and an exceptional niece. What did she do to deserve this?

"No! Enough of this!" She cried out as she struggled to rise. She tried to push the monster away that was inside her. "Stop-aahhh!" She moaned as Ymir thrusted faster. Tears streamed down her now broken, porcelain face.

The monster cackled and said nasty things. "You taste so good!" The demon moaned as he took her juices by his fingers and licked it. "And you feel so good!"

With every statement, his thrusts seemed to intensify. Historia felt like her womb was going to break apart. She wished it would so that she would not carry monstrous children.

She does not really care if she conceives  a child, she just does not like it if her own children will bring her sorrow.

Her eyes were lolled up and she saw the plates hanging on the ceiling and she wished for them to fall.

She wished to die. Right now.

She did not enjoy this barbaric pleasure. Her walls are squeezing him very tightly, as if asking for his seed. She wanted to kill her body. Her body was not doing her any good. It just keep begging for more pleasure and she felt terrible. She liked it. Did she?

She did not.

The monster grabbed one of her breasts and she glanced at the hand that gripped her in a blank stare. He tore her nightgown from the straps to reveal her bare breasts. He teased her nipples using his fingers. He wore a very disgusting smile and she wanted to slap his face until his nose flew off of it.

She moaned and bit her lips to stop herself but Ymir pried her lips open with his fingers so that he can hear her angelic voice.

"Ahhh, ahhh, no!" She moaned as she felt something warm come out from her. "Stop it!" She begged and clung to his shoulders as he thrusted faster and faster.

Ymir gritted his teeth as he felt his seed slowly spilling. He thrusted as fast as he could, sweat pouring out of his body.

He groaned and grunted as he thrusted inside Historia. "I'm almost...there..." Ymir said in between pants and it frightened Historia.

"No—" She protested but stopped when she felt his warm seed filling her womb. "Stop...it." She breathed heavily, her face dusted in rose.

Ymir's thrusts turned slower and slower. His pants were all she could hear. When he finally pulled his length out, she gasped.

He looked at her and kissed her forehead that was covered in sweat.

"I love you."

Love me? Historia thought as she trembled and turned to her side, sobbing. You took my dignity...and you tell me you love me?

"You piece of shit..." Historia whispered.

Ymir tilted his head to the side and looked at his bride. "What is it?"

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Historia yelled as she tried to lunge at him but her body was too tired from receiving all the pleasure so she collapsed back to the bed.

Ymir shrugged. "You should say the same for your uncle."

She sobbed for the rest of time that she was awake and slept, crying.

Heya, guys. I finally wrote smut—

Anyway, please take care of yourselves. I'd hate it if I were to know that I lost one of you guys. Mask up, wash your hands, and stay safe!