[A/N: Warning! This chapter contains attempted rape. If you’re uncomfortable with it, then please skip to the next chapter. ]

 

“Ha, finally we are completely alone with anyone to interrupt us...” The princess looked at the hero who laid on the group, restrained by vines that refused to release him and completely ignorant about his situation. He was unaware of what had happened for him to suddenly wake up in a dark cave with the princess staring at him with foggy eyes and a slight smile on her gorgeous face. 

“What are you talking about Princess Shalia? What is this?!” Marcel asked, struggling to get free from the firm vines which showed no signs of budging. He knew that something wasn’t right but didn’t know what. “Does the princess have something to do with this?” He asked himself. 

After this, he tried to remember what might have happened that has led to the current situation. Now that he’s tried, he suddenly remembered snippets of what had happened just a few moments ago. 

[Flashback] 

As he was taking a walk with Shalia, the ground suddenly opened up below him and swallowed the both of them, although, the princess seemed to have been expecting the ground suddenly collapsing like that by the look of calmness without a shred of worry as they feel down. 

Right after he fell, so too did the princess and as he hit the ground, he was instantly restrained by firm vines refusing to release him and fell unconscious. 

[End of Flashback] 

 

Just what is happening? First, the unexpected fall, then being restrained and now, the princess’s words? What is happening?! 

After Marcel remembered the events that transpired before finding himself in his current situation, he instantly looked towards the princess to ask if she was fine, 

“Are you alright, princess?!” He exclaimed. 

“More than alright. I’m perfectly fine!” The princess looked at the naïve hero who still didn’t seem to have caught up with what was happening. Marcel looked at the princess and she was right. She looked perfectly okay; unscathed even. Her skin hadn’t a single bruise nor did her clothes seem the slightest bit dirty unlike himself. The biggest problem Marcel had right now was figuring out what the princess looking unscathed had to do with him suddenly lying on the floor of a place where very little light penetrated with vines binding him into place and showing no signs of budging. Whatever was about to happen to him, Marcel had a feeling that it was going to be bad. 

“Now... let’s begin, shall we?” The princess said, smiling at Marcel who was in the middle of putting together a puzzle whose pieces have all been placed before him. Princess Shalia’s next words made it even clearer to understand his situation. 

“What’s beginning?!” He asked, struggling from the vines holding his arms and legs which didn’t want to let go of him. 

“Conquering you, of course! Like my mom Dalarris used to say, the last step to conquering a man is in the bed.” The princess said with a freaky smile that reminded him of her wolf siblings. Don’t tell me-- 

“What do you mean?!” Marcel asked, needing only a few seconds to put the last puzzle piece together. Right now, he was thinking of buying himself some time until then. 

“Huh?! Have you really not noticed all this time?! You’re very dense, aren’t you?” The princess continued to smile as she answered. 

“No, I’m not! I promised myself to never be dense ever again. I’ve almost figured everything out.” Marcel answered confidently, but he realized that he made a grief mistake from Princess Shalia’s next words. 

“Good, then that saves me a lot of explanation time. Anyone would have noticed by now, so that saves me a lot of trouble. Simply put, I’m going to conquer you now.” She said with a hint of dark and seductive vibes that reminded Marcel of Shalia’s very unpleasant siblings. Please don’t let it be what he’s imagining. 

“By conquer, you mean...” He asked, worried for his wellbeing. 

“Yes, by conquering, I mean violate you and make you mine! I’ve been trying the entire month by nothing seems to get through to you. I’ll lose my image as an innocent princess that I've built up in front of you but that’s fine. Pretending to not have noticed your charms unlike my siblings was for the best after all. It made this moment possible and now, I’ll get a sweet, good taste of you. Aren’t I lucky?” 

“Oh, no! It really is what I think it is! The angel turned out to be a devil in disguise; a devil posing as an angel. Why is this happening to me?!” Yes, why is this happening to Marcel? Well, it’s simple! He’s just the right number of cute charms even in his new form and every day as he gets accustomed to his new body and appearance, his cute factor builds up even more, and someday, it will be powerful enough to make anyone swoon with a look. 

After the princess’s words, she walked slowly towards Marcel and let out the big guns: her love pheromones, although, she was about to realize that they didn’t work on the little hero at all when she reached his side and attempted to take off his pants. 

As she tried to take off his pants, Marcel struggled with no signs of stopping, and strangely to the princess, his vision wasn’t clouding up nor was his awareness fading. He was completely sober, perfect even and this, she found very strange. 

‘Well, why is this strange,’ you might ask. It’s because of a secret that the princess has been hiding from everyone, except her mother who bore her own version of the secret. It all has to do with her mother’s blood or rather, the one who gave her that blood, Florestia’s daughter, Ayreina, Shalia’s grandmother. There’s one secret that people don’t know about guardians and progenitors and that is that their children inherit whatever potential their parents had when they were conceived and not just that, but the magical energy that every child drains from their parents via psychic link during their time as a fetus is equivalent to that amount of potential. Some of the children inherit talents, special physiques, secret arts, and knowledge.  

What’s this got to do with Shalia? Well, let’s just say that there was another secondary nature that should have been but didn’t quite make it? Ayreina, her grandmother, has a secret she has only told her daughter and granddaughter and that is that she possesses another primary nature that was artificially embedded into her by her former best friend who no longer exists in this world. Her best friend died when she was very young and when she did, she left her two gifts: her nature as a witch and the secret of her blood received from the underworld’s demons.  

She managed to stabilize the artificially implanted nature which basically meant that her soul was altered by a witch and now, her power lives on inside Ayreina and her progeny who gave rise to a new subspecies of forest elves known as the elven witches.

Although Ayreina’s children possessed her witch nature as a secondary nature, only one received the gift of the demons that her mother’s blood carried. She inherited the magic, special physique, and secret arts of said demons which, albeit weakened from having traveled through another’s blood, passed through Dalarris’ blood to her daughter Shalia, albeit further weakened. She inherited the physique of said demons alongside her Forest and Sunfire elf physiques and thus, no one can resist her aura if she unleashes it. Did I forget to mention that gifts her grandmother received from her friend were from the bloodline of the succubus demons of the underworld, also known as the Demons of Irresistible Charms. 

Given that Shalia possessed a body whose pheromones couldn’t be resisted, she found it incredibly strange that Marcel showed no signs of having fallen to her seductive charms but no matter. She was going to melt him and make him unable to ever resist her. This will be the first step to conquering the little hero both body and soul. She was going to make him fall for her as she had him even if she has to start from this point. Yes, unlike her siblings, she has actually fallen for the person that is the not-so-easily-conquered Marcel. 

Shalia continued to take off the pants of the struggling Marcel who tried his best to escape her grasp by whenever he thought he was getting free from the vines holding his arms and legs, they tightened even further to the point where it hurt. He began feeling scared; even more than he’d been when he was assaulted by the Demon Lord. 

“No, please... stop!!” He begged the princess who tried to undress him, more embarrassed than he thought he’d be. Even if Shalia’s charms weren’t working, she had no intention of putting an end to her conquest. She was going to have Marcel, even if she has to be a bit despicable. 

“Please stop!” Marcel exclaimed when she finally dragged his pants below his knees and sat on his legs. As it was getting tedious taking off Marcel’s clothes, she tore them to shreds with a simple spell. 

“I won’t! Not until after I succeed. I finally found the perfect person and I intend to keep him!” She said, intensifying her charms and reaching for Marcel’s nether regions and she found something very strange. Although her charms aren’t really working, even if Marcel’s consciousness isn’t perceiving them, his body should be going into override mode as if he has been drugged by an aphrodisiac but strangely, his slight shivering wasn’t because he was getting excited with every touch from Marcel but because his body was freaking out from being scared. Also, um, ‘Little Marcel’, was very asleep; so asleep that it didn’t perceive any of Shalia’s seductive charms. It stayed asleep the entire time and this confused Shalia. 

“Um, what’s happening?! Why isn’t this ‘thing’ getting up? Is something wrong? What happened to heroes having immense sexual desire and keep their partners up all night? Hey, is something wrong with you?” She asked Marcel, touching his nether regions and Marcel suddenly had unpleasant memories of being molested by Sephana during her time with her. Shalia pressed ‘Little Marcel’ and Marcel had the strangest reaction. He laughed. 

“Hahaha! Stop it! That tickles! Stop it! I’m dying!” He laughed saying as Shalia continued to fondle ‘Little Marcel’ to try and wake him up and he was laughing? 

“What’s wrong with you?! You’re so strange! You’re not gay or something!” She asked Marcel who continued to laugh but then suddenly, he stopped laughing and this look of disappointment appeared on his face. He looked lost like entered a place he was never coming back from. He stared closely at Shalia who was still trying her best to get ‘Little Marcel’ up and suddenly, he continued to laugh again from the continuous fondling as he had been earlier, but now feeling relieved. 

“Regrettably so, haha~! I thought that time was just a coincidence but it looks like it isn’t. Yes, I’m gay!” He continued laughing, completely aware of the turn his current situation was going to take. 

“Ha~… why must I be so unfortunate?” The princess said, her face darkening after hearing Marcel’s words. Her face slowly darkened in mood until eventually, she was on the verge of tears and Marcel was worried for her. 

“What’s wrong?!” He asked, momentarily forgetting that the woman in front of him was trying to assault him. It’s just one of his charms, I guess. 

“Wh-”  

“What?” Marcel asked. 

“Why must I be so unfortunate?! Why can’t I get the one thing I really want?! Why must I be born so lucky but also unfortunate at the same time?!” She said on the brink of crying. 

“What do you mean?” Marcel asked, curious. 

“I’m a princess with my father being one of the most powerful people in Tharrelan and beyond. I’ve always had what I wanted without even asking for it. Magic and power, joy and happiness; you name it! I have it all, but why can’t I have the one thing that my heart truly desires?!” She asked crying. 

“Again, what?”  

“I mean you...” she said, wiping away a few tears, “...you are what I desire! From the moment I learned of your existence, I have been entranced by your every move; be it your sometimes naïve and curious demeanor or the way you make those you speak to feel close to you, or even your smile. Everything about you affirms my beliefs that you are the one for me.” Shalia answered, but as expected, Marcel didn’t get it so she elaborated. 

“It all started began on the day I learned from father about your existence; as in the day we successfully kidnapped you. My father was overly excited that he told me about you, Dave, the one who might be the new addition to my family, but I didn’t really care, and on the day, I met you, my heart and the spirits told me that I’ve found the one I’m looking for; the one who will become mine, another loved by the spirits.”  

“Huh, what are you talking about?” Marcel asked. 

Shalia wiped all her tears and smiled, then answered, “Basically, I met you, then tried to seduce you but it didn’t work and I considered you a challenge worthy of me. I tried further but nothing I did worked like you couldn’t even feel my aura and I fell for you. I worked harder and got closer to you but nothing I did worked and you awakened my desire to possess you be it by any---” Marcel interrupted the princess who began rambling about how she was enamored by Marcel and honestly, I don’t blame her. Even Alverona was affected so what chance does a little princess have against Marcel’s charms that are heightened by the pure and untainted aura he oozes but can’t feel. Basically, Marcel awakened the innocent princess’s desire to possess him via any means possible and now he was suffering the consequences of that. 

“If you liked me, then you would release me and let me go, and besides, as I said, I’m gay, meaning that nothing you did would work on me,” Marcel said to the princess who looked like she had recovered a little, trying to plead to her more caring side, but unfortunate, a locked-unto prey is one that must be hunted. 

“Um, are you sure you aren’t bisexual but gay?” The princess asked, wanting to affirm Marcel’s answer for her next move. 

“Yes! I sometimes have sexual thoughts about this particular guy who can ruin my entire day. It's frustrating!” Marcel answered. 

“Well, aren’t you one to quickly spill your thoughts? I guess it’s just one other thing that I like about you.” The princess said and she was right. It was this pure and honest part of Marcel that caught Alverona’s attention as well.  

“Fine then! I guess I’ll be moving straight to my last resort. After I use this, you won’t be able to resist even if you want to. I don’t care what I have to do to get you!” She said, planning to use her final weapon; the charming spell that made anyone a victim of the succubus demons, be it their sexual preferences on Marcel, but unfortunately, Marcel’s words brought an end to that plan. 

“But you should care about what happens to yourself!” Marcel exclaimed, worried for the princess. 

“I don’t care at all!” The princess exclaimed, tears forming beneath her eyes again. 

“Well, you should!” Marcel said, suddenly breaking free from the vines holding his in place and pushing the princess down, grabbing her arms to stop her from moving. Now the princess laid on the floor and Marcel hovered atop her as he looked straight into the eyes of the crying princess. 

“Look! I’m sorry that I can’t be yours but you should still take care of yourself!! Never do this ever again! Treasure yourself! I might not be the one for you but that person will come along someday and you’ll regret your actions. You might want to throw yourself away right now and have me but you’ll definitely regret not treasuring yourself one day with all your heart. Please don’t do this... for my sake and yours.” Marcel said in a serious tone to the princess who was crying. After that, he released the princess and sat up beside her, having partially forgotten that he was partially naked from most of his clothes being shredded and something strange happened. 

The princess jumped at him and hugged him, exclaiming, “I’m sorry! Wah!” as she cried. The devil was gone and the innocent angel of a princess had returned. She cried her eyes out on the little hero who could do nothing but comfort her with pats on the bed and she hugged him tightly like he was the only source of comfort at this very difficult time. 

She cried for a long time and after she was done grasping unto Marcel, aka. the one who almost became her assault victim, she wiped away her tears and her smile returned as she looked at the face of the one who unfortunately stole her heart. 

“Has anyone told you that you are good at giving life advice?” She asked, smiling as she cried more tears. 

“I don’t know! I do know that once, I talked an evil man into repenting though.” Marcel answered honestly. 

“Hahaha! You’re funny! It’s a shame that you won’t become mine.” She said, feeling very sad. 

“Once again, I’m sorry!” Marcel said, looking regretful. 

“You might have a knack for talking yourself out of dangerous situations. I forgive you!” Shalia said. 

“I’m sorry!” Marcel felt like he needed to apologize to the princess once more. 

“It’s fine! Besides, I still got another trick up my sleeve.” She said the last part silently. Marcel didn’t hear her. She dried the last of her tears and cheered up. 

As she cheered up, she stared intently at Marcel’s body, which reminded the little hero of his current situation, clothing-wise. He covered himself as much as he could with his hands and waited patiently but also hastily because the princess was giving him the same looks like her siblings and now, he was very uncomfortable with that look because of what it could lead to. Who knows what might happen to him if Shalia’s other siblings had been in this situation instead of her? Would he have gotten away scot-free as he did with a few words? Probably not, he would have gotten assaulted and heavily traumatized by that ordeal and who knows what might have happened afterward. He was almost glad that it was Shalia who almost assaulted him than any of her siblings. 

Oh, yeah! Speaking of Shalia’s siblings, they are still looking for Marcel and Shalia with Revalor and the others but weren’t doing any better until Revalor connected with Hjärtatlv again to find them underneath a small cave he didn’t know existed under Hjärtatlv’s roots, which happens to be at this very moment up above Shalia and Marcel. 

The king cleared the vines and the others on sight found them both; Marcel, with his clothes in tatters and Shalia sitting there, showing signs of crying again, relieved as she didn’t know how to free Marcel and herself, even though she urged the spirits to help her in her plan to conquer Marcel. She began crying and this left the scene in the cave very ambiguous to the outsiders, especially Marcel’s clothing situation as he shyly covered himself. 

When the Sacred Tree Protectors and her siblings saw this, they thought that Marcel had done something to their precious elven princess and sister, like maybe assault, and was about to reprimand him for being lecherous and ungrateful to King Revalor when Shalia cried about nothing happening between them and that Marcel was the victim, since she was the one who tried to seduce him and failed miserably. Her father arrived and she explained everything to everyone and apologized, thus bringing an end to Marcel’s hectic day and don’t worry, Marcel got new clothes in the end.