Fuck it's so hot that he can do that.

She goes for a window instead -

Now the windows are sealed too, and the room is so dark she can barely see.

She flings herself to the floor and rolls under the bed and curls up as small as she can.

He reaches under the bed and grabs her by the hair and drags her out.

"I appreciate all the effort you're putting in," he says, heaving her onto the bed -

- where as soon as his grip on her hair is loose enough she promptly springs away again -

- and, elf-silent, he leaps after her and tackles her to the floor, then picks her up and carries her back to bed.

She struggles furiously the whole way. It gains her nothing except that now she really desperately wants him to fuck her.

"How's that for helplessness?" he says, pinning her down and forcing her legs apart without apparent effort. "Tell me how much you're enjoying this. And don't you dare stop fighting me."

She whimpers, squirms, tries to shove him away. Nothing works. He is immovable, a force of nature.

"It's perfect," she sobs, "fuck, I want you so badly, fuck me, please my lord, hold me down and rape me, use me, violate me, I need your cock inside me, my cunt aches for you, I want you more than anything, I don't want to escape, I belong to you by right, my lord, my Emperor, powerful, beautiful, perfect, please..."

He gives her what she asks for. Holds her down and takes her violently, ignores her fruitless struggles, leaves bruises everywhere his hands touch.

It's quite possibly the best he's ever had.

She fights until her strength fails her, screams until her voice gives out. By the end she is barely able to move. She aches all over and she has never felt more thoroughly satisfied in her life.

He sprawls beside her on his enormous bed and runs his fingers through her hair.

"What a treasure you are," he says. "I'm going to keep you for a very long time."

She's a little too wrung out to say anything in response, but she manages a contented sigh.

"But I can't have you thinking you can do whatever you want," he says, still petting her hair. "So tomorrow I am going to let the fighters borrow you for the morning. If you try to get away from them, they can have you all day. And you can think about that next time you want to pleasure yourself in my bed. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, my lord," she whispers hoarsely. "Please don't - please -"

"Afterward I think I'll torture you. I want to find out how badly I can wreck you and have you still enjoy it."

"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord."

"You can use my bath. You can sleep in my bed. But your pleasure belongs to me. Do not try to take it for yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

(The way he reacted, though... she's pretty sure he wants her to do it again.)

"Good girl."

He sits up and pulls her into his lap, and uses lifecraft to lift a little of her exhaustion, and then he conjures food in bite-sized pieces and feeds it to her. You're not supposed to eat illusory food, because no one is good enough to make it sufficiently real. He is good enough. Always has been.

It's not the life she would have chosen for herself if she'd had a choice, but she has to admit there's something very nice about being hand-fed by the most powerful man in the world.

"You'll sleep in my bed tonight," he says, running his fingers through her hair.

"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord."

"As much fun as it was chasing you all around the castle, I want you in my reach from now on." He wraps his arms around her, possessively.

She's still exhausted but oh that feels nice.