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"You lie!", Eloive shouts."Quiet!", Thjis barks. "Go on son"."I have my standards when it comes to women and since Cecilia didn't meet those standards, I turned blind to the suggestive stares she sent my way. The pressure was strong and I caved. I don't regret keeping my word. What I regret are the circumstances that came with keeping my word.""You knew a bond would have been formed but you still slept with her", an elder points out. "I was keeping my word", Massa defends."Keeping your word my fangs! Take a look at the girl Massa. She's not even eighteen! And by the humane law, you ought to be arrested", Rifera yells.Massa flashes her his pearly whites. "Well it's a good thing none of us are humans is it not?".Thjis turned to Cecilia. "Is it true?"."Yes my Lord".Eloive looks flabbergasted and I don't blame him. He laughs bitterly."So you lie against my uncle, pretend to be some kind of victim, and rope me into defending your lie?", Eloive yells at her.She looked away. "I k
Forty lashes down and I can't take it anymore. Eloive's back is severely bruised and lacerated. His skin is torn, and there are deep wounds where the spikes made contact. My wrist hurts like hell and the council doesn't seem to care that Eloive is slipping in and out of consciousness or that Massa is worn out. Rather they are busy enjoying the wine that some maid had brought in but nobody can convince me that Luwid is actually drinking wine. The whip fell to the ground with a thud. That got their attention "You're not done wolf, so pick up the whip and continue", Farouk said coolly. "No". "No?", he asks standing up. "You refuse to obey?". "Yes". "Jesus Stormie just stop being challenging", Massa says. "No, I won't. You all are being ridiculous. Eloive doesn't deserve this. Yes he committed a crime, but I'm pretty sure you all would have done the same if you were in his shoes". "Your point?", Luwid asks, bored. "Let him go". "Then you would have to take his place darling", Ri
"I knew you two were up to something when you didn't show up for lunch", Cocci said as he strolled into the room unannounced. Sia rolled his eyes as he rolled off me. I try not to stare at his engorged cock as he pulled the sheets over my naked frame. It amazes me that he can still be excited after a whooping six rounds. I'm sure we would have gone for another round if Cocci hadn't barged in when he did."Where's Massa?", I ask him."At the infirmary. Sia, dress up. You're needed outside"."Why? What's happened?", Sia asks. "It's Ruarc, He has gone wild again, and it's all your fault"."You can't blame me for his madness. It's not my fault that Raja gets a little jealous sometimes".Cocci glowered. "It's not funny Sia. He could do some serious damage. Elvis and Eleanor are trying their best to hold him back, and we both know how bad they are when it comes to dealing with Raja".Sia curses as he pulls on his boxers along with his pants. "Cocci, what exactly is happening? And who is
Sia hadn't been joking when he said he would no longer be there for me. Two days have passed since he left and he hasn't returned. Izal came in at times to apply some peppery ointment on my injured leg. It's healing nicely, he would say every time he comes, it would just leave a scar. Cocci comes in to change the pampers I've been forced to wear after yelling a string of curses. I haven't showered in two days and even though I'm dying in my filth, my heart still yearns for Sia. He didn't come but Ruarc did in his place. The Crown Prince lingered by the door, looking quite haggard. His hair is sticking up in odd places, his feet are bare and he has a bushy beard. We stared at each other for a good number of seconds before he broke the awkward silence. "You shouldn't have done that..slept with Sia I mean, but you did and it triggered the rabid side of me and here we are". "I slept with your brother, and I don't regret it. What I regret however is letting you go after you chopped off a
Grey eyes scanned the crowd of giggling young women. Not a single one called out to him. In fact, all of them reminded him of Cecilia. This was a bad idea. What was his grandfather thinking when he invited these lousy girls? Did he perhaps think that marriage is the only solution to his problem? He's only sixteen! Setting him up with daughters of rich and noble Icelanders couldn't be the only way to fix him. His uncles are absent so are his grandparents. The royal concubines walked around in their nightwear, some of them engaging in conversation with the young girls. Maybe he should send them all out. This was his side of the palace anyway, but Eloive thought against it. He would only get punished, and Eloive didn't want to get whipped again, so the annoying females have to stay. He thought of conversing with one. The thought didn't sound appealing. but he had to try. Swallowing his fears, Eloive adjusted his clothing, a fine tunic, and black pants. His boots were far too old and wor
Sex after sex, after sex.That's practically what the Shaming is. I know most people would like that-constant sex, but not me. The Shaming might have been wonderful if shamed right, if your pussy won't be overworked by a good number of men. The Shaming has caused wolves a lot. Broken bonds, broken homes, broken relationships, infertility, and in rare cases, infection. The Shaming simply means nonstop sex from dusk till dawn that leads to death.Nobody has ever survived the Shaming and I would be honored to be the first. The only advantage of such torturous punishment is that it makes people understand that there are men out there who can blindly fuck someone's mate for hours.I can still be saved, if Ruarc would just confess. He doesn't however, keeping his mouth shut as he waits for the drama to unfold. I know the process all too well. Once I have reached the men, I lie put and let them have their way with me, in the presence of so many people.I take a tentative step towards the men
Sia tried hard not to stare at the bruises on Crinka’s neck as she slept. He had done that to her. She had begged him not to do it, but he did it anyway. The council was watching, so he had to make sure that she was punished. He risked one look at her again, taking in her slightly parted lips, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the small blush on her cheeks from the midnight cold. Her shirt had slightly risen, revealing the fading scars from Ruarc’s violent grip. Sia gritted his teeth.“Awwn, is someone mad? That I left a mark on her body and he didn’t?”, Ruarc asked sweetly, his anger forgotten when he saw the one on Sia’s face. He breathed in, hating the scent of his brother’s room. The scents of two scents becoming one.Sia glared at his brother, before reaching for the chamomile tea he had prepared fr himself. He liked the tea because it helped him relax, and if Ruarc wanted to leave here alive, he needed to drink it fast. Carefully, he put the cup to his lips, held his brothe
When I wake up, Sia is nowhere to be found and that’s weird because I am certain we went to bed together. In his stead lay clean underwear and a nice frilly dress. There’s no way I am wearing that. I’m not some fucking princess. Huffing, I snatch the note taped to the dress. Written on it are instructions in Sia’s handwriting.Crinka,I want you to read this using my voice.I stop reading. Okay that’s easy. I continue reading.Done that? Good. Now I’m sure you you’ve seen the clothes I laid out for you. You are to wear them and come join us for breakfast. I know I haven’t given you a tour of the palace, so I am sending Ruarc t get you.I frown at that. Doesn’t he know how much I despise Ruarc or has Sia forgotten what his elder brother did to me? Sighing, I undress and take a shower. After toweling off, I put on the underwear, but I don’t touch the dress. What was Sia thinking when he got me these awful stilettos? I don’t even know how to walk in them. Heels yes, but not stilettos!I