Page 7 of The Stolen Throne

I hiss as my limbs are stretched out as far as possible, giving him access to every inch of my body. He taps the tip of the knife to his lips while his eyes roam over my body. When his eyes meet mine again, they seem to ripple with power. “I do hope I can make you scream.”

Before I can reply, I feel his knife slice my thigh. I bite my lip to keep the screams inside as he continues to make small cuts down my thighs. A tentacle slides between my legs as the others caress and massage my body. The tip slides between my folds, pressing softly on the sensitive, peaked flesh. I feel a gush between my legs when the tentacle presses hard on my sensitive nub. My lips are split and bleeding from me biting them so hard. But no matter how hard I try to keep the tears in, they fall anyways. I hate that my body betrays me like this. That I somehow find pleasure from this torture.

I feel him looming over me as his tongue laps the side of my face. “I do love the taste of your tears, Little Snowflake. Like the sweetest of tarts. Your pain is so delicious.” He pulls back, and I allow my eyes to open just enough to see him licking my blood off the knife. His eyes roll back, and he groans. “Your blood tastes exquisite. I can’t imagine anything tasting as heavenly as you. My own personal dessert. I am going to miss our sessions together.”

My eyes widen at his words, and he laughs. “I did promise to give you to my son. I am a man of my word, after all. I do hope he enjoys you as much as I have.”

Panic bubbles up in my chest. No. No. No, no, no, no! I’d rather stay with the villain I know than be handed off to a male I know nothing about. His son could be worse for all I know. He must see the panic in my eyes because his smile grows wider. “He does make me proud. He rules Wylan for me while I am here. I’m sure you will enjoy your new home.”

He snaps his fingers, and one of his favorite guards comes around the corner. “I know you love your sessions with me, but I figure it's only fair to let your favorite guard have one last taste as well.”

Shit. Shit! Go to your happy place! I hear the click of the door, signaling it’s unlocked before it clicks closed again. I feel his disgusting eyes roam over my bloodied and bruised skin. I flinch when I feel his fingers slide over my thighs.

I hear the shifting of clothes, and I can’t stop the images of having to watch his pants drop to the floor before each session. I hold myself back from saying how I wish the tentacles would stay between my legs instead of this horrid man. At least with the tentacles I can pretend they don’t matter, that it doesn’t mean anything. I bite my lip again, feeling the guard's thumb circling my entrance before pressing inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter when I hear another set of clothes hit the floor.

The tentacles slither up my body to caress and play with my breasts as the guard grunts. He continues to slide his thumb in and out of me. “She is just as tight as yesterday, My King. Always so tight.”

“Fuck her already before my son gets here. I wish to come before I must greet him,” the king says and grunts.

I feel the guard's cock press against my entrance, and I know he will be just as rough as he was yesterday. Like he is every day. I also know that the tentacles are going to pleasure me until I come, whether I want to or not. It’s as if the tentacles know I need to be wet enough to handle the guard’s rough fucking.

He slams into me with a satisfied grunt and begins to fuck me fast and hard. I hear his panting and grunting as his grip on my thighs tightens.

The tentacles cup my breasts while another slides between my legs to play with my sensitive nub. I feel my body betraying me; I never want to come for this man, for these disgusting tentacles. I can’t stop my body from begging for satisfaction, though. Begging to find that release, which allows me to slip away from this horrid place for a few blissful moments. It makes me want to vomit each time.

He growls as he continues to thrust into me, then suddenly pulls out and comes all over the lower half of my body. A tentacle slides in to replace him, humming inside of me as its slick surface strokes in and out. I grit my teeth as it hits just the right spot, and I come. I hold back a whimper as it slides out of me, circling my sensitive nub once before all the tentacles retract.

The guard groans. “It’s a pity you agreed to give her to your son. She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

The king shouts, and I feel his hot release coat my chest. He pants as he replies, “If the others do not satisfy me the way she does, I will steal her back.” He chuckles as they get dressed. “You look so good covered in our release, Snowflake. Best clean you up before my son sees, though.”

He and the guard chuckle before I hear the clank signaling that the door is opening and closing. I watch the tentacles slither up the wall and slip back into the mirror above me. I wait until I hear the outside door close behind them before I let a sob slip out, biting my lip to suppress any others from escaping. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, tears streaming down my face, covered in blood and cum. I can’t even wash it off because the king didn’t release my wrists.

Please… someone… anyone. Please save me from this hell.

5

The feel of clothes against my skin is odd, considering I haven’t worn any in so long. Feeling clean is another oddity, but the king didn’t want me covered in crusted cum and dirt when he presented me to his son. I shuffle my way down the hallway of the prison that has been my home for the last few years. I never thought I would be free of this place. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I thought of escaping, though. Gifted to the king’s son like I’m an object to be possessed.

I squint as I leave the dark hallway and step out into bright sunlight. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust, having been kept in the dark for so long. The guards tug me along as I try to make out my surroundings. Everywhere I look it’s a blackened wasteland. So it wasn’t a dream. My chest tightens at the thought. What once was the lush greenery of Arcelia is now withered and gone. Staring down at the ground, lost in my thoughts, I’m suddenly jerked to a halt.

Still looking down, I see the hooves of a horse enter my immediate view. I slowly peer up to find a man staring down at me with arched brows. He surveys me as if accessing my value. I bristle under his gaze but refuse to say anything with the king watching.

“You didn’t tell me I would receive a raven, Father.”

The king chuckles and replies, “She’s more like a snowflake. She’s delicate and melts so prettily for me.”

A male behind the prince laughs and speaks up. “She seems more like a fearful Snow Bunny, Your Highness.”

I see the quirk of his lips before the prince scowls. “Yes. Well, all I see is a raven. Though I think she’s forgotten how to fly.”

The king chuckles darkly again. “I’ve made sure to clip her wings. I can't imagine her flying anytime soon.”

The prince tilts his head as he continues to stare at me. “Shame. I think the chase would be fun.” He looks over his shoulder, then calls out, “Branimir, ensure the carriage is ready. We leave immediately for Wylan.”

The king bristles and frowns at his son. “You brought a carriage for her?”

The prince shrugs. “I have to make sure my little raven isn’t taken from me. Would be a shame to lose her after you so graciously gifted her to me.”