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It was almost enough.
Aspen wished the Crown Prince, Oriel, would at least talk to him, but the oldest hated him now and wouldn’t even look at him. After that one day nearly two years ago, it was like he’d ceased to exist.
Oriel stood with a sour expression. “I don’t feel well, Father. I’m going to my room.”
"We haven't even had dessert yet.” King Leneer looked up at his son.
Oriel leaned toward his Father to speak in a low voice, but Aspen caught his words. “Dinner isn’t sitting well with me, and I won't be able to stomach dessert."
Aspen was pretty sure that was a lie, but it was rather hard to focus with the phallus sliding in. Whatever else was said was lost to him, and Oriel left. It was Aspen he couldn't stomach.
King Leneer watched as Aspen took the phallus all the way in. He twitched his legs in reaction, but the Zale tightened his grip and forced his legs up a little further.
“Be still, or I’ll whip you.”
The threat made Aspen’s breathing pick up. Even if he behaved, he’d probably still get the whip later once the celebration was done, not that he’d complain. The two younger ones had a sadistic streak just like their Father, and they’d likely make him beg for it.
He tipped his head back onto Zale's shoulder while Kard added more oil to the phallus. The youngest started stroking him.
“You're such a little slut. You’re going to spend the night in my room while I-”
Aspen, lost in a haze of pleasure, didn’t comprehend the slight gasp. A scream made him snap open his eyes.
The Queen stood and stumbled back as her husband bled from his neck. His whole body had tensed as if his muscles were locked in a spasm, and a few remnants of red lightning sparked around King Taven’s fingers.
The noisy Hall seemed to explode with panic. Talk and laughter turned to screams and yells, glass shattered, and the Hall was made brighter with flashes of magic as King Leneer slumped from his throne.
For a moment, Aspen couldn’t think or move, and neither did the Zale. The middle Prince collapsed thanks to the dagger in his back that must have pierced his heart and shocked him too. Men rushed the High Table as Aspen was dropped on the floor. He immediately moved to roll under the table and get out of the way, and moments later, the youngest Prince collapsed dead on the floor with his sword only half-drawn.
Terror had taken Aspen’s voice, but he let out a choked sob at the sight. The tablecloth allowed him a few inches to see, and boots stomped around as King Taven snapped something. The Queen screamed something about her sons, and her slippered feet kicked as someone hauled her off.
King Taven reached under and grabbed Aspen’s ankle. He shrieked and tried to pull away, but the much bigger fairy easily dragged him out.
“How convenient. The little slut’s already tied up.”
“P-please-” Aspen eyed King Leneer who he’d viewed as a protector and lover. He couldn't protect anyone now.
"Get up here."
“We didn’t do anything wr-wrong.”
“You’re so innocent, aren't you?”
King Taven planted Aspen on his lap and locked an arm around him. The Hall was a mass of panic as his lords and men fought and slaughtered King Leneer’s court. Nobody had expected such betrayal, and their lack of quick thinking was costing them.
“You see, this isn't because King Leneer or his family did anything wrong. He simply has things I want, and I’ve decided to take them. It’ll better my Kingdom and my people. Maybe in your mind, war is only because one side does true wrong, but that’s not how life works. If you want something, you must be willing to take it. You’re young, so I’ll excuse your ignorance.”
The sight blurred as Aspen’s eyes filled with more tears. King Taven’s erection was pressing through his trousers, and he had a feeling his death wouldn’t quite be so quick. The screams continued as King Taven forced him over the table and undid his trousers with one hand.
“No! Please, no!” Aspen tried to twist away, but the King held him down with ease.
“Be still.”
Aspen shouted into the tablecloth as the King rammed himself in. The glassware and crockery on the High Table clinked with every thrust, and the edge dug into Aspen’s thin hips.
“Please-it hurts!”
King Taven clamped his hand over Aspen’s mouth. “You’re a pleasure slave, so shut up and take it. It’s your job.”
