by Sarah Hawke
Once the male spilled inside her, he paused a moment to catch his breath before he stumbled off to the side and slumped back on his haunches. The second male swiftly took his place and thrust back into the female as their human owners looked on. Just from reading their expressions, I could tell that most of them were caught somewhere between amusement and titillation. None of them showed even the slightest hint of remorse.
I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised, given everything I’d seen since moving to Sanctum. But somehow, I still was. And for perhaps the first in my life, I was actually disgusted as well.
“Kristoff has kept you ripe, I noticed,” Darkstone said, placing his hand against my bare belly. “He must intend to breed you someday.”
“Yes, my lord,” I confirmed.
“Are you excited by the prospect of becoming a mother?”
“I…have not given the matter much thought.”
“Well, I’m sure you won’t have to worry about it for some time yet. Gabriel would be a fool to retire you so young.”
I smiled politely and brought my hand up to idly stroke the back of his hair. I belatedly realized that he still hadn’t eaten anything, and when the servants retrieved the first round of dishes and set out another, they didn’t set anything in front of him. I wondered if this was normal behavior for a host in the Vale.
Once the third faeyn male mounted the female, Baron Ornosa glanced back over his shoulder to the throne and flashed Darkstone a smile. “You know, I should probably be insulted that your wife picked my breeder last. But she’s so gorgeous I can hardly be upset.”
Cassandra chuckled as she speared a piece of venison off her plate. “He’s clearly sturdy and patient—perhaps his seed will win the day.”
“Perhaps,” Ornosa replied. “Regardless, my wife probably has a few uses for him.”
“Not the stallion you used to be?” the Duchess teased.
“We hardly even see each other these days, to be honest. She’s been on holiday overseas for the past two months. I had to bring Isela here just to keep me company.”
He gestured towards one of the faeyn servants currently refilling the drinks at another table. She was probably a hundred years older than the rest of us, though she could have easily passed for a forty-something human woman. She was draped in a surprisingly elegant, floor-length gown, and she wasn’t wearing a collar or any other restraints that I could see.
“You still keep her in service after all these years?” Darkstone asked. “I thought you put her in charge of your whole estate.”
“I did, but that’s not what I meant.” Ornosa grunted and took another sip of his wine. “She’s actually quite the conversationalist, if you can believe it. I think I have more in common with her than my wife…”
“Don’t let an Inquisitor hear you say that,” Cassandra chided. “They’d be irritated enough that you taught her to read.”
“Yes, well—”
“Who is she?” Lord Varyl interjected. His eyes were locked onto the woman as she flitted between tables.
“Erm,” Ornosa stammered. “Isela’s been in my family for over eighty years.”
The corner of Varyl’s lip twitched in amusement. “Really?”
“She was actually a gift from my father on my sixteenth birthday, if you can believe it. I still remember returning to my room after the party. There she was, tired up in the center of my bed.” Ornosa smiled wistfully. “You have no idea how many times I took her those first few weeks. Young men and their insatiable desires…”
Cassandra chuckled. “My husband tried with that Varyl, but apparently one slave wasn’t enough. Perhaps after he’s properly married…”
Varyl didn’t even seem to hear her. His eyes remained fixated on Isela. “Why did you keep her so long?”
Ornosa shrugged. “Loyalty, I suppose. After serving three generations of Ornosa men, she knows what she’s doing.” He waved a hand. “Once I grew tired of her, I bred her for a few years. Three children, all of which fetched a high price at market. She’s since been branded, of course, so now I allow her to manage the house and keep any new stock in line. Honestly, at this point I don’t think I’d trade her for anything.”
“A hundred years old, and she barely looks a day over thirty,” Cassandra muttered. “Why the gods blessed them with such longevity is beyond me.”
“All the better to serve us, my dear,” Ornosa said, patting her on the leg.
“I want her,” Varyl declared.
The baron raised an eyebrow. “She’s…been retired for years, boy. And look around—there are plenty of others to—”
“I want her,” Varyl repeated more firmly. “Right now.”
Ornosa glanced back towards Darkstone. “Aemond?”
“The heart wants what it wants,” the Grand Duke said with a smirk. “So does the cock, as it turns out.”
The other nearby guests chuckled, though Ornosa didn’t seem nearly as amused. He paused for a minute before waving the woman over. “As your guest for the evening, I suppose it would be rude to refuse such a simple request.”
“Do you need something, my lord?” Isela asked.
“Yes, in fact,” Ornosa said. “It would seem that the young Lord Darkstone has taken a liking to you. He wishes to—”
“Bend over,” Varyl interrupted, standing. When the woman blinked in confusion, he placed a hand on the small of her back and shoved her down atop the table. She gasped in surprise, and the young man glanced over to the Duchess. “Mother?”
Sighing, Cassandra patted her mouth with a napkin before she reached over and helped him unfasten his trousers. If anyone was surprised to see Darkstone’s twenty-year old wife freeing the cock of his nineteen year-old son, their expressions didn’t show it. Even Larric managed to keep the disgust off his face.
“Whatever are we going to do with you?” Cassandra asked as she stroked his cock with one hand and pushed aside Isela’s gown with the other. “Take her cunt, at least. There’s no reason to give the good baron a heart attack.”
Varyl smiled as he thrust into the woman, and Cassandra merely chuckled and returned to her food. All the guests seemed content to continue eating dispute the banging silverware and grunts of exertion. Once he spilled inside her a dozen thrusts later, her slapped her buttocks and signaled for one of the guards.
“Take her back to my room,” he instructed. “Clean her up and tie her to the bed. I want her ready for me when I’m bored with the party.”
For a moment, Baron Ornosa looked like he might actually protest. But he must have thought the better of challenging the Grand Duke’s son, and so instead he remained silent. Isela glanced over to him pleadingly, but he merely sipped at his drink and avoided her eyes.
“You should feel blessed, my dear,” Darkstone whispered into my ear. “She may have just spared you a night with my son.”
I smiled faintly but didn’t reply. At this point, a part of me actually wanted to be alone with Lord Varyl. Not to satisfy any his perverse pleasures, but to pierce his mind and humiliate him…
“I hope the food is to your liking, Captain Aresi,” Darkstone said, raising his voice enough that Larric could hear him. “I’ve always found Veshari cuisine somewhat bland, but Gabriel believes we’re spoiled by foreign spices.”
Larric glanced back over his shoulder and smiled. “The venison is perfectly cooked. And whoever decided to add Ikaran feska root is brilliant.”
“The body of a warrior, but the tastes of an artisan,” Duchess Cassandra said, squeezing Larric’s arm and grinning. “You really are a fascinating man, Captain.”
He returned her smile, but I could see his legs twitch in discomfort. “I was stationed at a port in eastern Glorinfel for almost a year. Several of the taverns bought huge stocks of feska every season, and I haven’t been able to get any since.”
“You can thank Baron Ornosa’s trade contracts for that,” Darkstone said, nodding to his friend. “Eat up, but save some space for desert. Onc
e you’re finished, my wife has arranged a special performance for us.” He smiled widely and ran his leg up my thigh again. “I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”
Chapter Five: The Vale’s Court
The faeyn “breeders” had finished their performance by the time dessert arrived, and I could feel the room’s tension level swell with each passing second. The guests were clearly anticipating something special. Similar parties in Sanctum typically ended with some kind of sprawling orgy involving dozens of slaves and myriad partner swaps, but I suspected that Duke Darkstone wouldn’t be content with anything so “mundane.” There also weren’t nearly enough slaves present to satisfy all the guests, and there was no way in the void they would be content to fuck their own spouses. Imperial nobles simply didn’t behave that way.
It wasn’t until after desert that Darkstone finally revealed his plan.
“Now that everyone’s had a bite of cake, I believe it’s time for the main course,” he announced, drawing amused snickers across the room. “I will note in advance that all of this was my lovely wife’s idea. Sometimes her youthful perspective can be quite refreshing.”
Cassandra smiled and curled her arm around Larric’s once again. She had spent at least three-quarters of her time this evening chatting with him, usually in a soft enough voice that I hadn’t been able to make out her words. Not that I needed to—the hunger in her blue eyes was so palpable I was surprised she hadn’t mounted him halfway through dinner.
“I knew everyone would be on edge after spending so much time speaking with the vaeyn savages up close,” she told him. “Consider this your well-earned release.”
She gestured towards the guard by the western exit. He opened the large double door, and a moment later a parade-style line of eight faeyn slaves—four males and eight females—sauntered into the room. Under normal circumstances, their entry wouldn’t have been particularly impressive. I had witnessed plenty of more ostentatious processions at other estates, after all, even considering the fact that all of them were stark naked. But it wasn’t their glimmering collars or wrist shackles or nudity that was unique—it was the fact their skin had been painted a familiar shade of gray-blue.
“If the Legion had won even a single victory recently, I would have paid handsomely for real vaeyn prisoners,” Darkstone commented, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smile. “But in the interim, this will have to do.”
My mouth dropped open in surprise. I had attended plenty of masked balls and costumed galas, but usually the nobles were the ones who dressed up. I could scarcely imagine how much work and preparation had gone into preparing these slaves while keeping them hidden from a palace full of guests…
“My husband said you had worked with Lady Karethys before,” the Duchess whispered into Larric’s ear. Her voice was practically giddy with delight. “You might as well fess up—did you ever fantasize about putting that vaeyn cunt in her place? “
Larric returned her smile. “On occasion.”
“There’s no need to be coy,” Cassandra teased. Her left hand, notably, began crawling across his lap until it settled upon the bulge in his trousers. “You’re a soldier of the Empire and a trusted advisor to one of the Grand Dukes. That bitch should have been down on her knees begging to please you.”
The slaves continued filing around the table. Apparently they had each been assigned to a particular guest in advance, and one of the females stopped in front of Larric. She was tall and surprisingly athletic; I had a feeling that was precisely why she had been selected for him. Her hair had been dyed silver and styled into a ponytail, but unlike most of the others there was no brand on her belly. Evidently she was young and still ripe.
“Like my husband said, I wish we could offer you the real thing,” Cassandra said, patting Larric’s bulge a few more times before she uncrossed her legs and stood. She sauntered around the faeyn girl and smiled wickedly. “But I suppose this cunt will have to do.”
After squeezing the slave’s back and buttocks several times, she held out a hand and beckoned to her servants. One of the men rushed over and handed her a black whip. The Duchess wasted no time in uncoiling her toy and then cracking it across the slave’s back.
“On your knees!” she hissed. “Now!”
The slave closed her eyes and sank down in front of Larric. I could see the internal battle raging behind his eyes. Considering what I’d learned about him these past few days, he almost certainly didn’t want to be here. But it wasn’t as though he could refuse Darkstone’s gift outright, not if he wanted to maintain his cover. Especially not in such a public setting…
I swallowed heavily and glanced around room. The other guests had essentially broken into small groups with their own slaves. Most were still prodding or otherwise tormenting their gifts, but some weren’t so patient. One of the male faeyn already had his head forcibly buried beneath the skirts of a noblewoman, and one of the females was already down on all fours with a cock in her mouth and another in her ass.
“I’m certain you are more skilled than any of them, my dear,” Darkstone whispered into my ear as he watched the proceedings with amusement. “Kristoff’s father always had a keen eye for talent. I’ve no doubt his son is just as discerning.”
“Do you wish to have me now, my lord?” I asked.
“Soon enough,” he said, sipping at his drink. “But I wouldn’t be much of a husband if I didn’t allow my wife to enjoy herself first, would I?”
I glanced back to Duchess Cassandra as she lashed the kneeling faeyn slave one more time. The whip’s enchantment prevented it from breaking skin or even leaving lasting marks, but the girl’s back and buttocks still glowed bright red beneath her body paint.
The first thing these savages need to learn is how to properly worship their betters,” Cassandra said, extending her foot in front of slave. The girl obediently leaned down and kissed her toes. “Wouldn’t you agree, Captain?”
“It’s a lesson they’ll learn quickly, I’m sure,” Larric said, his eyes flicking about the room. “You don’t have your own slave, my lady?”
Cassandra grinned. “I told my husband that I wanted to share this one with you. I hope that’s not a problem.”
Larric glanced back to Darkstone briefly then returned his eyes to the Duchess. “Of course not, my lady.”
“Please, call me ‘Cassandra,’” she replied, sliding down into his lap. Her left knee slowly nudged his legs apart and then pressed against his manhood. “You’re our guest of honor. I want to make certain you enjoy yourself.”
She leaned in closer to him, her smile widening as her right hand slowly began fiddling with the buttons of his tunic. After she’d opened a few, she leaned in to kiss him….at which point he abruptly recoiled and grabbed her wrist.
“My lady—”
“My husband doesn’t mind, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said, winking back at Duke Darkstone. We had a perfect view from his throne—there were only three or four yards away from us. “In fact, he’s been looking forward to this nearly as much as I have…”
Larric smiled awkwardly. “I see.”
Cassandra chuckled as she leaned in and kissed him. He responded in kind, though it looked more like he was merely trying to survive rather than reciprocate. Left alone for a few minutes, she probably would have devoured him right then and there.
Eventually she pulled away and helped him to his feet. Her hand opened the front of his trousers as she nibbled at his chin. “I’ve never seen a warrior’s cock before,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m sure it’s every bit as marvelous as I’d hoped…”
She gasped in delight when his semi-erect manhood finally sprung free. Her fingers delicately worked at the shaft, and as her eyes widened in delight I wondered if she might drop to her knees and swallow him right then and there. But apparently she wasn’t willing to debase herself in public just yet. Instead she grabbed the faeyn slave’s leash and tugged the other woman forward.
“Tast
e him, cunt,” she ordered. “You should feel honored to feast on such a magnificent cock…”
The faeyn leaned forward and obeyed her mistress. She swallowed Larric’s cock to the hilt, and Cassandra grabbed the base of the other woman’s skull and forced her to remain still. The Duchess grinned sadistically.
“If only I could fed you to Karethys during the negotiations,” she mused, half-giggling. “Her lips would have been far more useful wrapped around your cock than spouting useless drek…”
After a few more seconds Cassandra finally granted the faeyn a brief reprieve to catch her breath, but shortly thereafter she shoved Larric’s cock back down the slave’s throat. Soon he was openly face-fucking the girl while the Duchess egged him on. She clawed open his tunic and scratched at his finely chiseled chest, and the more aggressive she became, the wider her husband smiled.
With my legs hanging across his lap, I could feel Darkstone’s cock swelling beneath his trousers. Cuckolding was as a practice was widespread throughout the Imperial Court, but I had never witnessed anything so dramatic in person. I wondered idly how long the Duke had been planning this encounter. His wife had been leering at Larric from the first moment he’d walked up the palace steps…
On impulse, I slid my hand across his trousers and began unfastening his belt. When he didn’t stop me, I freed his now swollen cock and slowly began stroking him as watched the nearby show. Larric was rapidly approaching a climax, but when he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, Cassandra abruptly released her grip on the slave’s head and shoved her down to the floor.
“She is unworthy of your seed,” the Duchess said, grinning hungrily as she twisted Larric around and backed up against the table. “Give it me. Now!”
This time, Larric didn’t hesitate. In a single, smooth motion he hoisted Cassandra up onto the table, tore open her gown, and placed his cock at her smoldering entrance. She screamed so loudly when he thrust inside that half the room turned to look…which was, I imagined, the whole point.