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“Let him in,” I growl.
My cock is still balls-deep inside my lady of pleasure whenDain Oltower walks into the bathroom, trailed by a woman with flaming hair and flawless bluish-gray skin just like his. Either his sister or his daughter, in all likelihood.
"Your Highness." He's not surprised or displeased to see me inside Rhea. "May I introduce my ward, Aeln. With your leave, she'd love to serve the crown."
Serve the crown. I despise that expression.
“By all means. Welcome to the court of night, Aeln.”
20
RHEA
I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, upset. I simply don't know what to do with myself as my captor, the man who’s just fucked me within an inch of my life, fucks someone else right after, without so much as cleaning up in between.
I've had plenty of sex in my life, but watching other people is a new, highly uncomfortable experience. Particularly these two now.
The king's guard, my pixie maid, and the girl's guardian remain at the entrance, unapologetically staring as she joins us by the side of the pool.
Doryn withdrew his length from me, glistening with fluids. I winced as she didn’t hesitate to take it in hand, pumping it as she smiled up at him, visibly delighted.
She must have been faking it, right? She couldn’t be happy to touch a complete stranger who was screwing someone else moments ago, because her guardian told her to?
Unless he didn't. Maybe she's here of her own volition. Maybe she saw this handsome king and didn't care about the fact that he's wicked, twisted, evil.And who could blame her? I can’t say I dwell on his evilness much when he’s relentlessly driving his cock inside me.
Doryn remained on the cold stone floor, and I was surprised to see him stay entirely passive, never even attempting to take control. He’s nothing like the brutal lover I know.
The young woman aimlessly fluffed his cock until it grew moderately hard, and now, she’s happily hopping on his lap, spreading her thighs wide as she guides it inside her.
I feel sorry for both of them as she lifts her hips up and down, grinding into him, trying to find her pleasure or cause his. Neither seems likely. I’ve never witnessed anything as awkward and embarrassing. This isn't the man who fucked me moments ago, and certainly not the one who took my ass after I stabbed him. He's barely there at all.
When I finally decide that I've had quite enough of this display, I move to get back into the pool for a quick rinse, intending to leave them to it. I should have done that the moment she approached, but I was too stunned, and still reeling from moments ago to think of it.
I've scarcely taken one stroke in water when the king says, "Stay."
His voice is toneless, cold, icy. This is Caldoryn, and I know better than to believe it isn't an order.
So much for my early exit.
I keep swimming, ignoring them as much as I can. Doryn's silent save for the occasional sigh. His companion's harder to tune out; she’s screaming and moaning, too loud to be entirely believable. She would benefit from a few months in the tower, to learn how to please men.
At long last, she wails, faking her release. Unceremoniously, she gets to her feet. “I will pray to the old gods for their blessing, my king!”
"As will I," he replies, polite and cold.
I get the feeling they'll be praying for different outcomes. She wants to bear his heir, and he fucked her like a slave forced to breed.
I didn’t think anyone could force a king into anything.
The blue-skinned girl and her guardian leave, escorted by the guard, and I remain in the water, unsure of what to say or do. The king stays on the floor where he was fucked, his gaze turned towards me, but he's not truly looking.
“Did you enjoy that?” Doryn asks me at long last.
I huff an offended snort. “Why would I?”
“I make you fuck me. I figured you’d like it.”
Because I'm not the only one fucked without being asked whether I'd like it or not today.
