Lotor opened the door, to his bed chamber, and was in total awe of the angelic vision before him. There, lying among his burgundy satin sheets, was a goddess in pristine white. His eyes were drawn to the shear silk that caressed every curve of her perfect body.

“You are exquisite my dear.”, he told her, “I brought you a gift, flowers from planet Lyra. They’re the only flowers you’ll find on Doom. They’re grown in a special greenhouse for their miraculous healing powers. I’m sure you already know about that, but of course, that’s not why I brought them. However, as beautiful as they are, they don’t come close in comparison to your beauty.”

She didn’t even look at him. He disgusted her. Was he really trying to make this romantic, knowing what he was about to do?

She thought about begging him not to. Maybe she could reach some spark of decency in his black soul. But she knew it would do her no good. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of being meek. So she laid there silent, chained to his bed, awaiting her fate.

“I see you having nothing to say.”, he said with an evil laugh, “It doesn’t matter, a bride is required to do many things on her wedding night. Talking, however, is not one of them.” He then smiled as his eyes savored every inch of her body.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a virgin.”, he told her as he began to play with the chains close to her wrist, “Do you like these little toys? I had them made especially for you the day I met you , on the balcony, of you castle. I often imagined you like this. However, over time, it wasn’t how I wanted it. It didn’t have to be this way. I gave you a chance a couple of weeks ago, but you refused. Now you are my queen anyway. However, instead of Arus becoming a powerful ally, it will now be an enslaved world. Everyone you care about will also be enslaved. There is only one reason they are still alive, as leverage. Be good to me, and they will not be harmed”

“Do what you want Lotor, there’s no one to stop you.”, she told him with tears in her eyes, “But I will never love you.”

“Perhaps, over time, you may surprise yourself.”, he responded, “And if you don’t, you wouldn’t be the first queen in the empire to despise her husband. And now my dear, for the moment I‘ve been waiting for since the day we met.”

He then cupped his hand under her chin, and kissed her. Even though she did not fight him, she did not return his affections. He was disappointed, secretly, but he would learn to live with it. Despite her many rejections, in his own sick way, he did love her. Or, at least, as much as he was capable of love.

“This is a lovely gown, it suits you, such a shame to waist it.”, he told her with a sly smile. He then grabbed both sides of the gown and ripped it in half. Her entire naked body was now exposed.

“Beautiful!”, he responded with lust in his eyes, “You are my goddess. I will treat you as so.” he then took a flower, and sat next to her on the bed. He then began to gently run the flower along her face. As he did so, she closed her eyes. She knew it was going to be a long night.

The flower then made it’s way down the nape of her neck, and then to her cleavage. Slowly he stroked her nipples with the delicate petals. He then gently moved the flower down to her most sacred part of her body.

“I’m glad your new servants prepared you correctly for me. A woman has more then one set of lips that are meant to be kissed.”, he said with a wicked smile. He then spread her legs open, and tasted her nectar. She felt sick, as he was now somewhere that no one else had been. She closed her eyes, and secretly begged for death. But it would not come. As he finished he looked up at her, and smiled.

“Your ambrosia is sweet.”, he told her. Lotor then gently moved his hands up her body to her breasts. He then began to fondle her. As he did so, he enjoyed watching his blue skin grope her pink flesh.

To her, it seemed like an eternity. She knew this was to be her nightly routine for the rest of her life. Allura cringed as she felt his tongue, and his lips on her areolas, and her nipples. What was pure ecstasy to him, was her nightmare.

When he was finished, he began kissing her neck. He then made his way back to her mouth, where he kissed her passionately. Lotor then stood up, and began to undress.

“I hope you enjoy the show.”, he told her. After he completely undressed, he laid on top of her. He then began to gently stroke her face.

“Tell me you love me.”, he whispered, “Use my name.” Fearing for lives of her friends, she reluctantly complied.

“I love you Lotor.”, she whispered back. He then, smiled at her. It was one of the rare times he ever smiled at someone with genuine feeling in his eyes.

“I love you to, Allura.”, he responded back, “Maybe someday, when you say it to me, you’ll mean it. Now, to truly make you mine. He then spread her legs open again, and penetrated her. To him, he had never felt such pleasure. It was the first time he had been with some one whom he actually loved. It was incredible.

She on the other hand received no pleasure. She felt both physical, and mental pain with each thrust. More then anything, she wanted to die. Anything would be better than this hell.

He then finished inside of her. Hopefully, she would soon produce his heirs. Lotor again looked at Allura, and smiled.

“That was incredible.”, he whispered, “I never knew before what it was like to actually make love. I know that you hate me. However hate is just a form of intense passion. Maybe I can learn to use that to my advantage. Perhaps, eventually, you will learn to love me. Next time, I won’t restrain you. The safety of your friends, your beloved people, and your planet will insure that you are not defiant. I won’t harm you Allura, but others will pay if you go against my wishes. Both my father, and Haggar are now dead. Perhaps life, as my queen, will not be as bad as you think.”

Lotor then got up, turned off the lights, and crawled back into bed with her. He covered them both, and held her tight. The evil king then began to gently caress every inch of her naked flesh. He marveled at how soft, and feminine her skin felt to the touch. This went on for an hour, until he eventually fell asleep.

Allura, on the other hand, did not sleep. She laid there, as he held her close to him.

“Father!”, she thought, “I’m sorry, I’ve failed you, Arus, and my people. All hope is lost. Voltron is gone, and so is my soul. Please forgive me.”

Allura then closed her eyes, and tried to accept her fate. More then anything, she wanted to go to sleep. Perhaps, at least in her dreams, things could go back to the way they used to be.

The End