Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
At the head of the table is King Arcus.
“Welcome, my lady,” he says, gesturing to the seat at his right. “Do come join me.”
“It would be my pleasure,” I say, swallowing with exaggerated force so that he can see, even from where he sits, that I am afraid of him.
“You look beautiful,” he says as I draw closer. “Did you pick that out for me, or did your mate?”
“I chose it. Luthian did not approve.” How strange it is to say his name.
“You dressed this way for me.” Arcus smiles, transparently pleased with himself. Of course, a king would have no shame. There is no need for it when one holds all the power.
Power.
That’s what drives his lust. That knowledge is the key that will unlock my understanding, and therefore, my control, of him.
“He was so angry with me, but I wanted to impress you,” I say as Arcus moves the chair back for me with magic. I sit and the chair slides to the table, where there is a plate set before me. Sorry, Guardian, I think. I must disobey you.
I wish I would have paid better attention at Brujon’s lessons.
Arcus’s eyebrows lift. “And he didn’t? I would have thought that ridiculous climber would have sent you here to seduce me.”
I shake my head. “Oh no, Your Majesty. He was frightfully upset with me at what transpired in the throne room today.”
“With you?” Arcus pours some wine into the goblet before me.
“Because I liked it.” I toy with a fork and don’t look at his face. I simply hope that my words have had the intended effect and continue. “He’s a fine lover, of course. But such a display of raw power, the way you dominated him and made him look a fool in front of those courtiers... well. You felt the evidence of my appreciation for your skill.”
“I sense I’m being played with,” the king says, and I glance up to find him studying me with undisguised suspicion.
“Not at all.” My heart begins to pound. I force myself to keep calm. “The only reason he returned to court at all was to please me. He knows how much I enjoy cuckolding him.”
“Is that so?” Arcus is intrigued. “The Luthian I knew would not have allowed a mortal to bring him so low.”
“Your Majesty, if I may be so bold.” I lift my skirts beneath the table and turn slightly, displaying my bare body beneath. “Half of your court would do anything to have this.”
The king’s hot gaze is fixed on the ring poking out between my labia. He takes a long breath. “You are bold. I enjoy that.”
I lick my bottom lip.
“I enjoy breaking bold creatures who reach above their station.” He sweeps the food and dishes near us onto the floor. Hidden among the crystal goblets and bowls of fruit are another set of shackles, these on thick chains.
The sylphs are upon me before I have a chance to react, but I wouldn’t have fought them, anyway. I gasp as they lift me up and toss me onto the table, but I don’t struggle, reaching my arms out helpfully so they can lock me into place. I am laid out before the king like a banquet, skirt tossed up, ass on the edge of the table and my cunt on offer to him.
He leans forward and takes a long, appreciative sniff. “You do bring a treasure with you. But be warned, you’re not the only human who has ever come here believing that their sexual value will keep them safe. I can do exactly as I wish to you, and your mate cannot protect you.”
I moan. “Yes, Your Majesty!”
He flicks my clit hard, and I can’t help my gasp of pain. I writhe my hips as the pain fades into hunger for more sensation.
That earns me a sharp slap across my mound. He spreads my labia wide and slaps me again, directly on my burning clit. I whimper, “Oh, yes. Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“You’re either a talented liar or a true deviant, like your mate.” He pushes his chair back. “We’ll soon find out. Bring him.”
Chained as I am, I can’t see what enters the room. I hear scraping and shuffling, then a deep, lowing sound like a groan of approval.
“Welcome, old friend.” The king claps one hand on whatever has entered. “Look at what I have for you.”
“Arcus, you shouldn’t have.” The voice is so low, it sounds distorted and far away, though I hear the creature breathing like a bellows. It uses the king’s name, so “old friend” wasn’t a kindly exaggeration. I tip my head back to try and catch a glimpse of the stranger, but they’re already walking around the other end of the table.
“Have you had a human before? They are so small and so tight. She might squeeze your cock right off,” the king says, and finally, the two of them walk into view.