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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fable_3_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Logan/Princess
  Character:
      Logan, Princess/Hero_of_Brightwall
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Angst_and_Porn, Angst_and_Feels, Sibling_Incest, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Hurt/Comfort, Dark, Gratuitous_Smut, Smut, Logan_-_Freeform,
      Princess_-_Freeform, Hero_of_Brightwall_-_Freeform, AU, Alternate
      Universe, Incest, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 1 of Beloved
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-05 Words: 4828
****** My Beloved Monster ******
by Shadow_Dancer
Summary
     He is my brother, monster though he may be. How can I abandon him
     now, in his time of need?
Notes
     This is my first attempt at writing anything involving the subject
     and it's really out of my comfort zone, so please be nice!
There has been an uneasiness throughout the castle ever since Logan returned
from the distant land of Rammison. He has grown more withdrawn and distant. An
air of cruelty, unflinching and unforgiving, surrounds him. His judgements have
become more and more senseless- the punishment does not fit the crime. He
ordered one of the children from Bowerstone Industrial to be drawn and
quartered, merely for the crime of reaching for a spare piece of bread. His
reasoning was now the child no longer had to stretch to steal as he now was
extended. The child died days later. For the crime of trespassing, a young man
was sent to the heart of Mourningwood with no supplies. The reasoning for this
punishment was so the young man would gain a sense of direction and learn to
know where to enter and where to stray from. I dreamt of that young man,
surrounded by legions of Hollow Men, being taunted cruelly before being
slaughtered.
I have never feared my brother, monster though he was becoming. Our father had
always taught us that every act had a deeper, underlying motive hidden behind a
mask. The mask my brother now wore- the mask of a ruthless, cruel tyrant- was
hiding something deeper. Something he feared to show. But why? My brother was
never a weak man nor ruler. He has always been strong, but not hard- not
impassive.
"Have I not told you that I am not to be disturbed at this time?!" his voice
thundered through the halls. I turned my heel quickly and ran, fearful of what
he might to a servant. I ran into Logan, his face clouded with rage as he drew
his sabre to the throat of the trembling man in front of him.
"F...f-forgive me, Your Majesty! Gods have mercy!" the man cried.
"Logan! Stop it!" I screamed, placing myself in front of the sabre. I had never
feared my brother, monster though he was at this moment.
"The punishment for the crime of trespassing is great indeed, sister. This man
has trespassed on the King."
"Logan, it was a mistake."
"There are no mistakes, Olivia," he said stonily, reaching to move me. I stood
my ground and looked him in the eyes.
"Please, Logan."
Minutes passed, his sabre no longer at the ready, but prepared all the same.
"Leave us, servant."
The man ran down the hall, his footsteps fading fast.
Neither Logan nor I moved. We remained rooted to the floor, our eyes not
wavering from the others. For a moment, I saw a flash of vulnerability in his
dark eyes. I found myself wanting to hold him, to let him know that in some
small way- whatever way that may be- that whatever madness or rage he was
feeling, it would soon pass.
I have never feared my brother, monster though he had been acting. I stepped
forward and embraced him, my arms around his neck. Never in my life had I felt
him tremble so, as if he were desperately holding on to whatever fragments of
control remained.
I felt his arms around my waist, pressing me closer to him. His forehead fell
to my shoulder, tears falling from his eyes.
I knew he had led a different life and path from mine. I was 17, still a child
in some ways, and he was in his 27th year. He had lived a different childhood
then mine. Father was hard on him when I was a child. Father had pushed him
consistently, trying to awaken some unknown thing in Logan. He believed his
efforts fruitless and began to neglect my brother, turning his favor towards
me. It seemed I was destined to fill my brother's unfulfilled destiny-
something I did not know of, but something I did not want- at least for myself.
"Logan...please speak to me," I whispered, tilting his face to look at mine.
His eyes were glistening, holding back further tears. In a moment, that
vulnerability transformed into coldness, transformed into distance and
darkness.
"Leave me, Olivia," he said, roughly pushing me back and turning away from me.
I stood there, struck dumb by the sudden change in him. The heavy door to the
chamber slammed, causing me to flinch. I blinked back heavy tears and turned
away, walking towards my own chambers.
The night was cold. Colder than I imagined. I wrapped my arms around myself,
hurrying to find tinder to light the candles in my room. It was nearly two
hours before the room had warmed up and I could relax.
I fell into bed, burrowing myself under the duvets. For some strange reason, I
myself felt hollow. Was this how Logan felt? A hollow, empty being? Was his
facade of cruelty merely a mask to hide the emptiness?
I no longer knew. All I knew know was I desired the oblivion that came with
sleep.

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I was in a room, lying on a large, circular bed. Curtains surrounded me, heavy
and dark, velveteen in texture. Candles littered the room, casting dark and
inviting shadows against the walls and curtains. I heard foot steps- heavy and
confident, nearly a swagger instead of a walk. The curtains opened slowly.
My brother stood there, the candle light casting an ethereal glow on his
features. I was mesmerized by something in his eyes- such self-confidence. Such
dark, lovely...desire? No. That couldn't be.
Yet I found myself moving towards him, captivated by him. I kneeled in front of
him, tremulously placing my hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his eyes.
His hands ghosted over my figure, a dark smile appearing on his face. Oh Gods,
what was happening?
He gently pushed me down on the warm bed, placing himself between my thighs.
The black negligee I was wearing elft barely nothing to the imagination. He
hovered over me, that same smile on his lips. Again, I placed my hands on his
face, everything in my mind screaming no, but my body was now overpowering
anything else. I brought his face to mine and kissed him as a lover. I nearly
gasped in shock at my actions, but his mouth against mine muffled any sound.
His hands continued to explore my body eliciting moans from the both of us. Why
wasn't I fighting this? Why wasn't I stopping this? This was wrong. Gods above,
this was wrong. We were brother and sister. This was not right!
But I couldn't stop myself and neither could he. His kiss grew deeper, more
possessive. Logan's hand traced over my breast before gripping it, causing me
to buck against him. I heard his satisfied chuckle before I felt myself fall
again into darkness.
I woke, gasping and trembling. The candles had guttered out in my room, soft
slivers of sunlight drifting through the curtains. I looked around my room,
realizing last night...it was a dream.
Gods, why was I have such dreams? It was wrong. Was I desiring my own brother?
I felt disgusted as I walked to the bathing room. I wanted nothing more than to
wash the dirt from my soul.

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"Is something troubling you, Olivia?"
I looked up from my breakfast towards my brother. His face held concern, which
softened his features.
"No, brother. I...I am well," I lied, quickly averting my gaze again.
"Come now, sister. Lying has never suited you. You're the perfect child father
always dreamed of. I am the one whose soul has already been damned."
I scoffed and pushed my chair from the table, turning on my heel to leave.
I wasn't quick enough. Logan grabbed my arm and turned mt towards him. I looked
at him in shocked, briefly wondering how he could have reached me so quickly. I
dismissed the thought.
"You are not damned, Logan," I spoke plainly. He chuckled darkly and moved his
hand to my face, tenderly tucking a curl behind my ear. His touch sent heavy
shivers through my body, brief as it was. I closed my eyes heavily, still
feeling a low fire burn through my veins.
"Dear Olivia, how sweet you are. Such a faith in people...such hope. Tell me,
sweet one. What causes you to have such belief in the goodness of people?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't. Not because I was at a loss of words,
but because I noticed his hand was resting against my cheek still, his pinky
finger gently caressing my bare skin.
Logan looked down to his hand, snatching it away as if I were made of fire. He
turned his back to me quickly.
"Ah...I know. From father. Father the selfless. Father the brave."
"Logan-"
"Father always loved you best, Olivia." With that, he walked away.
I could only stand there, not knowing what to do or say. But wanting to tell
him one thing- Father only loved me because of what he believed I could become.
Not what I wanted to.
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I resolved to wear a mask like my brother. So many things were better left
unsaid. Some words and thoughts were meant to be buried, meant to be unspoken
and not acted upon.
Days passed and Logan remained as distant from me as he could. He had preferred
to remain closed off in his quarters, leaving me to act as ruler in his
absence. I sat upon that throne, passing judgements. Creating new enemies for
the Kingdom and gathered a few allies. I now felt the weight my brother had
been feeling since he was 20. The weight of knowing that each and every
decision I made would forever be scrutinized. I rejoiced when court finally
ended, desiring nothing more than to lock myself in my chambers and remain
there. I turned the halls when I suddenly came to Logan's room. I stood outside
the door to his chambers, conflicted. There was something more than court
weighing on his mind. Something darker and heavier.
I groaned to myself inwardly as I opened the chamber doors.
Logan stood over the war map, his fingers drumming against the surface. I
walked slowly, not wanting to startle him.
"For one born of a Hero, your stealth remains much to be desired, Olivia."
I sighed heavily as I stood next to him.
"And how quickly you forget that same blood runs through your veins, also."
He only scoffed and began to take notes of the lands, moving figurines to and
fro.
"What is troubling you, Logan?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Logan!" I shouted, aiming to smack his arm. I had barely moved my hand when he
reached out to grab my wrist.
"As I've said, Olivia- your focus of skill is woefully under trained." He said,
his hand still wrapped around my wrist.
"Damnit, Logan!"
"You've ruled well in by absence, sister. You truly have. It's no wonder father
favored you-"
I couldn't handle it anymore. With my free hand, I reached to slap him across
his face. In the large room, it seemed as if the impact of my palm striking him
echoed. He breathed sharply before turning to me. I wrestled my hand free and
spoke.
"What is wrong with you? Ever since you've returned from Rammison, you've
changed. You're becoming a monster- a cruel, terrible tyrant. You compare
yourself to me with regards to father and I will not have it! Father was many
things, but not the one thing you needed- no, the one thing we -both- needed. I
didn't need a trainer and you didn't need a judge- you didn't deserve have all
your thoughts, words, and actions laid bare in front of you, stripped of their
true intent and meaning. You needed a father!" I screamed, hiding tears behind
my hands.
I felt his hands wrap around mine, revealing my face to him. He looked into my
eyes, scanning them.
"You deserve love, Logan. Monster though you may be," I whispered.
"Olivia...whose love do you think I desire?" Logan said, a dark smile crossing
his face.
I gasped and pulled away from him, overwhelmed. How could this be happening?
This can't be real.
"You think of me as a monster, dear sister. That much is clear to even the
blind. But why do you think I am so, sister? Hmm? For you...for you alone, I
became a monster. All the wrongs I have done- all the battles. The war- I never
did them for me, nor for the benefit of Albion. But for -you- and you alone.
For you, Olivia- the one person in the world who means more to me than life
itself. For you, I gladly waged wars. I passed horrible judgements. All for
you, sweet one."
I felt weak- dizzy and unsure. I turned from him and leaned against a table, my
palms cutting into the smooth wood. We both must be going mad to have such
thoughts.
I felt him approach me and press me against his front, his hands stroking my
shoulders, his voice whispered in my ear.
"Tell me, my sweet Olivia. Monster as I am, could you ever love me? Hmm? I know
you desire me," Logan breathed hotly into my ear, trailing his fingers over my
shoulders...my back...my waist.
"Wha- What makes you think I desire you, brother?" I asked, heavily emphasizing
the final word. He chuckled lowly into my ear, his hands continuing their
travel. He held my hips and pulled me closer to him. I no longer had the
strength to stand. My head fell backwards against him. He seized the
opportunity and began gently kissing my neck while he moved a hand dangerously
close to my sex.
"I've heard you at night, sister," he said, placing a light emphasis on the
word. "I've heard you saying my name in your sleep- moaning my name. I watched
you toss and turn beneath your blankets. I watched you touch yourself while
moaning my name. Oh, my sweet, sweet Olivia- I can promise you that my hands
could bring you more pleasure than your own." I whimpered softly as he pressed
his hand against my sex, slowly palming me through the layers of my dress.
My head was swimming. I was intoxicated my sensations. His scent filled me and
entranced me. I couldn't fight anymore. I couldn't. Wrong or not- I wanted him.
I angled my head and met his lips roughly, pleased when I heard him gasp in
surprise. I was 17- inexperienced, but eager. Logan took the lead and kissed
me- desperately, then leisurely. Softly, then passionately. His hands- rough
and calloused from years of training with the sword- cupped my breasts. I
whimpered at the sudden sensation, enjoying it as he grasped them roughly, then
gently massaged them. I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath as Logan
continued his sweet torture of my body. His mouth was lavishing kisses and
gentle bites on my neck as his hands deftly began to undo the fastenings of my
dress. Within moments, my dress lay crumbled on the floor, the velvet crushed
and the taffeta crinkling. Logan worked the fastenings or my corset rapidly,
his breathing becoming heavy. The cool air hit my breasts the moment he threw
it aside. He cupped my breasts once again, massaging them, gently pinching my
nipples. His hands felt so good against my skin and I kept falling deeper and
deeper.
He lifted me into his arms and gently lowered us both down to the bed. Our eyes
met- dark emerald to onyx. I swallowed thickly as he slowly approached my lips.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue gently probing my lips, begging for entrance.
How could I deny him? I opened my mouth and moaned loudly as his tongue dance
with mine, as his hands traced patterns over my breasts.
He broke the kiss and rose slightly. I whimpered and rose to meet him, fearful
I'd done something wrong. Instead, he kissed my forehead and gently pushed me
back down. My breathing became heavier as I became more nervous as to what he
would do.
The moment his tongue flicked across my nipple, I nearly rolled over in shock.
Logan placed a hand near my collarbone and held me in place as he continued.
He flicked his tongue over and over before taking it between his teeth, gently
biting down. I moaned louder and threaded my fingers through his hair. He
gently bit and teased the peak while his free hand played with my other breast.
I felt my body ride continually to meet his, feeling an ache so deep build
inside of me- an ache I'd never known before.
Logan moved his lips to my neglected breast, lavishing the same attention on it
as he did the other. My moans filled the room, echoing loudly in my head. My
blood rushed throughout my body, warming me.
His lips met mine again, even allowing me to take charge. I nibbled on his
lips, puled his hair gently and was rewarded with a low moan. His hands reached
the top of my pantaloons as he slowly dragged them down. Within moments, I was
completely nude before him.
I suddenly felt nervous and ashamed of my body. I'd seen some of the women he
had bedded- seen what lovely, beautiful women they were. I made a feeble
attempt to cover myself with my arms, embarrassed. His hands locked my arms to
the side.
"Do not hide from me," he said thickly, his eyes scanning every inch of my
body. His eyes darkened and his face grew hungry.
"I'm sorry-" I began, only to be interrupted by his lips meeting mine roughly,
his hand tangling through my hair.
"Don't you apologize. Ever. You are the most...beautiful creature I have ever
seen," he said, breaking the kiss.
"But..the others-" I tried starting again, only for him to kiss me again.
"Can't hold a candle to you."
"Logan," I whimpered, trembling with fear of the unknown. His eyes never left
mine as he threw my pantaloons aside and began to slowly ghost his hands and
fingers over my thighs. I kept moaning incoherently, words having left me.
Logan spread my thighs and began to kiss the insides. His teeth grazed my flesh
while his hand moved back towards my breasts. Everything he did to me kept
pulling me deeper into a dark underworld.
Logan withdrew his hand from my breast and lifted my thighs over his shoulders,
his hands- those delicious, calloused hands- on my hips.
"Logan?" I whispered, confused as to what he was doing.
"Lean back," he commanded. His voice was husky and I obeyed despite my
confusion.
I felt his tongue slowly trail around my labia, eliciting new moans of
satisfaction from my lips. A warm, damp heat was growing as he continued.
He seemed to be purposely avoiding a small area, despite my attempts to have
him meet it. He growled lowly and moved one arm across my waist and held me
down. I whimpered as he stared at me, his eyes burning with passion.
"It seems, my Olivia, that you are enjoying this," he said, his voice dark and
caressing.
"Yes," I moaned, desperately trying to buck my hips against his mouth again.
He chuckled again as he lifted his head higher, his hand moving down to the
place where I desperately wanted his lips.
"I believed I promised to show you how much more pleasure my hands are capable
of..." he said darkly.
I could do nothing but watch. In truth, I had no strength to do anything else.
I watched him lick his fingers and lower them to my sex. I gasped and bucked
forward again into his fingers. He kissed me deeply, darting his tongue in and
out my mouth as his fingers teased me. I whimpered lowly against his lips and
moaned lowly when I felt him enter me. I looked at him, amazed at what was
unfolding. Logan's brow was furrowed- almost in worry it seemed. I moved to
take his lips in mine again, enjoying his hands over me.
Logan moved his free hand to my hip and gently began to move be slowly- forward
and back. I tilted my head back in pleasure, my eyes closed as I rode his
fingers.
He pushed me down again and moved his lips to my sex, his fingers still dancing
darkly inside me. I felt his tongue caress my nub and rose against his hand
faster, almost instinctively. He chuckled against me in pleasure, the
vibrations against my body increasing my pleasure. MY hands twined through hsi
hair, pulling him to me. I wanted more. I wanted him.
My breathing increased suddenly. My heart pounded in my ears. I felt heavier
and collapsed on the bed fully, panting and keening with pleasure.
"Logan-" I panted, my hands now gripping the soft covers of the bed.
"Come for me, Olivia," he said, almost desperately. I didn't know what he
meant, but whatever he asked, I could sense he needed it. He moved his fingers
inside me, crooking them in a way that caused my whole body to tighten. I
gasped as he continued crooking his fingers, driving me mad with pleasure. I
felt everything fiber of my being tighten at once. With a heavy moan, I felt
immense release. He slowed his speed graually before withdrawing, his
fingers brushing against my nub in a way that cause me to tighten again. He
looked me in the eyes as he licked hi slick fingers, his eyes closing tightly
as he enjoyed the taste.
I kneeled in front of him slowly, feeling soft spasms rock my body again. I
brought my lips to his again, tasting my pleasure on his tongue as I moved to
unbutton his shirt. I felt him stiffen suddenly and stopped, afraid I had done
something wrong. He placed his hand over mine and urged me to continue. His
breathing increased with each button that became undone. I broke away to remove
his shirt, gasping softly when I saw his chest and torso.
Scars littered his body- thick and jagged, thin and neat. I looked into his
eyes and saw a flash of vulnerability in them. I kissed him softly on his lips,
tracing my fingers over his scars. Moving down, I kissed his scars, grateful
when I heard him moan. I kept kissing his scars, gently nibbling them as he
stroked my back. I ghosted kisses over his navel as my hands began to remove
his belt and undo his breeches.
My eyes widened when I saw the large, thick bulge beneath his breeches.
Cautiously, I took my palm and placed it over him, gasping when I felt him
move. I swallowed my nervousness and moved his breeches down, watching his
member spring free from the confines.
I could only stare dumbly at him, cursing myself for my inexperience. My
beloved monster lifted my face to his and kissed me as he moved my hand to his
member and began to stroke it gently.
Logan began to moan in my mouth, giving me courage to test what would bring him
pleasure. I moved my face down and brought my lips to the tip. His nails gently
raked my back as I darted my tongue out, tasting the salty-sweet of his
pleasure. I began to kiss him, all while continuing to stroke him. Curiously, I
lapped at him with my tongue and was rewarded with a loud moan.
"Like this?" I asked smally.
"Gods, yes. Yes, my Olivia," he replied breathlessly. I smiled and began to
grow more daring, even taking him into my mouth. His moans rang throughout the
room, urging me to continue.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he whispered, moving his hand to the back of my head,
urging me to take more. I did and was rewarded with deeper moans as he began to
move in and out my mouth,
I began to whimper as I felt the familiar heat build inside me again. Logan
heard my cries and pulled out from my mouth, kissing my lips as he laid over
me, his knee spreading my thighs for him. His eyes never left mine as he guided
himself to my entrance, worry furrowing his brow again.
"Please, Logan. Please," I moaned desperately wanting to feel the release he
had granted me earlier.
"It will hurt," he said solemnly, his eyes still locked into mine.
"Logan, please!" I cried, my body writhing beneath him.
Logan chuckled darkly. "Always so eager, my Olivia."
He chrashed his lips to mine as he entered me, breaking through my maidenhood
and claiming me as his own. I screamed, feeling the pain he warned me of.
Feeling as if I were being broken in half. Logan entered me fully, stretching
me for him.
I felt hot tears trickle down my face, even though he wasn't moving. But Gods,
the pain was raw. My eyes remained closed even as he broke the kiss and stroked
my cheeks.
"Look at me, Olivia," he commanded.
I swallowed thickly and opened my eyes to him. His beautiful face was strained
as he held on to his control. I stared into his eyes until I felt myself move
against him.
His eyes closed in pleasure as he felt me move. He began a slow pace, still
stretching me slowly for him. The pain was dulling as I began to feel my head
swim.
Pleasure radiated from me as I moaned louder. Logan's hands began to caress my
breasts again, making me writhe against him further. He chuckled as I did, but
gasped when I put my hands on his hips, pulling him deeper into me.
Our moans became intertwined as his speed increased. Logan continued to thrust
deeply inside me, moving his free hand to stroke my nub. My moans became
more desperate as I tried to move closer to him, needing his body against mine.
I moaned his name, clutching him closer to me, wrapping my thighs around his
waist. He moaned louder, latching his lips to my throat, sucking and biting.
My body began to tighten around him, holding him tightly, I screamed his name
as he brought me to my peak. Soon after, he let out a strangled cry, my name
escaping his lips as he thrusted faster inside me, suddenly jerking his body
and slowly stopping. He collapsed against me, his sweaty body heavy on mine. I
struggled to breathe, trying to comprehend what we had just done. Logan rained
kisses over my face and chest, withdrawing slowly from me. I whimpered at the
sudden emptiness.
Logan walked shakily to a small table and mixed a sweet smelling tonic and
brought it to me.
"What is it?" I asked, still breathless.
"It's a tonic. To prevent my seed taking root," he said, sounding slightly
distant. He handed me the small glass, his fingers stroking my hand longingly.
I drank the tonic and put the glass to the side. Logan had thrown a robe over
him and moved to sit in front of the fireplace.
I moved slowly, my body still aching from our lovemaking. I wrapped a black
satin sheet around me and walked to him. I looked at his face and felt hurt as
I saw how trouble clouded his features. I moved slowly and sat in his lap, not
speaking. His arms wrapped around me and held me close, his head leaning
against my shoulder.
Silence filled the room. I wanted to say something...but what? What could I
say?
"Forgive me, Olivia."
"...For what?" I asked, tilting his face to mine.
"You are right. I...I am a monster. One who rips wings off butterflies. Who
corrupts. Forgive me for corrupting you," Logan said, his voice attempting to
remain stony, trying to hide his anger and regret.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
I took a deep breath and stood before him, my body still shaky. I lowered the
sheet down from my body, fully exposing myself to him. Logan's eyes darkened
immediately, I held on to my courage and straddled him, pressing myself as
close to him as possible. I took his face in my hands and gently kissed his
face. His cheeks. His eyes.
"My beloved monster," I whispered to him before kissing him on the lips.
His grip on my body tightened, pulling my body flush against his.
"Olivia..." he whispered.
"Take me through the darkness again," I asked softly, not even bothering to
hide the desperation in my voice.
"Yes," he whispered as his hands gripped my face, holding me to him deeply as
he shifted his robe loose, freeing himself from the cloth.
Yes, we were sinners. Of the worst kind- we knew this. We were both damned, my
beloved monster and I. But we didn't care. We wanted the darkness to take us
both- to consume us both.
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