“Please, my lord. I will do anything…please,” Emeriel pleaded, his body trembling with anxiety. A moment hung suspended between them.
Eventually, the lord withdrew his hand and took a step back. “Beyond the Moors, atop Vacant Hill, you shall find my abode overlooking the winding Serpent’s Creek. Seek me out before the third night.”
With those words, the lord departed, leaving Emeriel in crippling relief and a surge of apprehension.
What had he done?
GRAND LORD VLADYA
As Grand Lord Vladya composed his response to the letter from Azrael, the werewolf king, he found himself struggling to concentrate.
It was an unfamiliar experience. He had never experienced such difficulty before.
Azrael was an ally, and the content of the letter concerned a trade agreement between their realms. That alone should have demanded his undivided attention. However, his mind wavered and wandered, distracted.
“I wish to strip for you, your majesty.”
Anger surged through his veins as the words echoed in his mind. The fact that such words affected him to the extent where he felt like a taut string, vibrating with suppressed rage, infuriated him greatly.
Why would the flirtatious words of a slutty human slave girl affect him so?
“Perhaps because the words were not directed at you?” a voice whispered inside him.
Grand Lord Vladya clenched his teeth. This is insane. Wholeheartedly, he embraced his anger, for it was preferable to the arousal that simmered beneath it.
The image of the girl’s naked body invaded his thoughts, vivid as daylight. She possessed an alluring beauty akin to that of a temptress.
It was no wonder she had attempted to bespell Zaiper. To enchant them with the magic that was her body’s beauty. Was it because she was a princess?
Her body was porcelain, beautifully sculpted and curvaceous. A true masterpiece, captivating every lord’s attention to the point where they were unable to tear their gaze away.
They licked their lips hungrily, their minds consumed by fantasies of what they desired to do with her enticing body.
Vladya understood their struggle.
He had to clench his fists tightly to resist the temptation to grab her when she undressed. Worst of all, he had fought against his own primal instincts-his beast.
Ever since the events of five centuries ago, his beast had remained dormant in many ways. After he lost his soul, he felt a detachment from his inner animal.
Lust no longer held any sway over the beast within him. Vladya could take females to his bed whenever he pleased, but his beast remained indifferent, unconcerned. Until tonight, when Aekeira disrobed.
“Dear Ukrae, that feels good,” Grand Lord Zaiper’s pleasure-filled groans reached Vladya’s ears, followed by Aekeira’s whimper.
“Vladya?” Grand Lord Ottai called, looking at him with concern.
It was then that Vladya realized he had ceased writing and had begun growling.
“Is something the matter?” Ottai inquired.
Ignoring him, Vladya resumed his writing.
“Do you know your eyes have changed?” Ottai pressed on. If the scroll that now appeared dark yellow instead of its original light-brown hue was any indication, then yes, Vladya was undoubtedly aware.
“Your beast is close to the surface. Is there a problem?”
“I am fine,” Vladya said through gritted teeth, refusing to spare Ottai even a glance.
Internally, he battled to calm both himself and his inner beast. What in the name of Ukrae is wrong with me?
“Just so you know, work can wait,” Ottai continued, undeterred. “Though I disagree with Zaiper, the ceremony is still taking place, and…”
“There is nothing left to do but enjoy the occasion. You should join in the festivities. Once this banquet is over, I’m pouncing on Rina at the first opportunity. I can hardly wait to return home.”
Ottai’s smile held a hint of amusement as he mentioned his bondmate. He then fixed Vladya with an expectant gaze. “You might as well have some fun too. Choose any slave you desire and let go of whatever is troubling you.”
If only it were that simple. Still, Ottai had a point. Vladya might as well enjoy the banquet. Why deny himself what he desired when it was within his reach?
Thus, he rolled up the parchment, handed it to a nearby soldier, and rose from his throne. “You are indeed right, Lord Ottai.”
His friend grinned. “I always am.”
Vladya descended from the podium, but instead of joining the throng of slaves still on display, he made his way toward the round table.
I wish to strip for you. I wish to strip for you. I wish to strip for you, I wish to strip for you, I wish…
He growled, the ugly feeling coursing through him intensifying.
The lords who had been fondling Aekeira withdrew their hands to create a space for him.
Why deny himself when the female he wanted to punish was right there within his grasp?
AEKEIRA
All the hands that had been hurting Aekeira suddenly stopped. The finger inside her withdrew, and a cool breeze brushed against her aching breasts, leaving her feeling exposed.
Aekeira wondered what was happening but couldn’t look because Grand Lord Zaiper was still using her mouth. While Aekeira considered herself fortunate that none of these lords had tried to mount her body yet, the sticky residue of cum on her belly disgusted her.
Grand Lord Zaiper’s thrusting hips paused, and a smile echoed in his voice. “Look who decided to join us.” Strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider apart, and delivered a harsh smack to her most intimate area.
The pain was sharp, unexpected, and agonizing.
Aekeira’s cry of agony was muffled against the manhood in her mouth. When she attempted to pull back, Grand Lord Zaiper’s finger curled into her hair and tightened, holding her in place.
The slaps continued, hard and punishing. Each strike relentless, leaving Aekeira in tears. Her thighs trembled under the assault, the pain unbearable. Which of these lords was so cruel as to subject her to this torment?
“Fuck, that’s hot. I’m going to come,” Grand Lord Zaiper’s voice sounded distant. Then his sperm came down her throat, and she forced herself to swallow to prevent choking.
His release was thick and plentiful, but at least it didn’t taste as bitter as those of the lords King Orestus had lent her to.
Another slap followed, intensifying the already harsh pain. Aekeira tried to close her legs, but strong hands held them apart as her vulnerable parts were spanked. Her thighs twitched, her mind became muddled, and she began to go numb.
Just as Aekeira thought she might escape this harsh reality and drift into the comfort of her own mind, the spanking abruptly stopped.
“She is so alluring, don’t you think? I wanted to entertain myself with at least three slaves tonight, but I will make an exception. Tonight, I will take her alone to my…”
“Bed,” Grand Lord Zaiper seemed to address another male as he withdrew his phallus from her mouth, but his fingers still held tight to her hair. “What is your name, slave?”
“Aekeira,” her voice was small, tear-filled, and hoarse.
“Aekeira,” he rolled the name on his tongue. “The name of royalty. Is it because of your royal descent that you feel so different?”
He angled her head and leaned closer until his face filled her blurry vision. “You are so exciting. I will enjoy spending the night with you. I have many plans in mind for you.”
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