LOGINShe stilled instantly, her breathing erratic, her heart in her throat. She couldn't see a thing. When he flipped her over with her back on the bed, she cried out frightened. But, he merely laid atop her and pushed inside her hurting warm body again. Lyra was overwhelmed, she doesn't know this position. He came down on top of her, she felt his clothed body blanketing her. No, his body wasn't clothed anymore, Lyra noted instantly as her finger met his naked skin. He has removed his clothing and her searching finger met the hard rough surface of his stomach. Scars. With that three seconds flex of her finger, she felt them. So many scars. Then, his hands took hers and raised it high above her head. He resumes thrusting into her body, his body large and heavy on top of hers. She whimpered with each thrust. She was surrounded by him. Tears filled her eyes, it is too much for her. Her weak body trembled. All she could feel is him: the things he was doing to her. The back-and-forth mo
Lyra climbed the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back as usual, her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in between them. She tried not to think about what’s about to happen. She tried not to think about what has happened. She tried not to think about the Royal Court. She tried not to think about Emily’s condition. Instead, she squeezed her eyes tight, hearing the ruffle of clothings behind her. He’d said he wouldn’t hold back. And while that warning scared the living daylight out of her, she wanted it. She needed it. The bed digged and King Ryker came up behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. She spread her thighs wider, as wide as she could, readying herself to take the full length and girth of him. But he withdrew, instead, he pressed his hand pushing and pulling. "I don't think you know what you're asking for, Lyra." He groaned at last. Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she really doesn't...but she still needed it. She pushed back against him. "
maga started whipping his bloody back again. He gave no reaction, but he could feel his own skin at his back ripping open with each stroke of the whip at the bleeding wound. Then, he felt a weight on top of him. Ronald had fallen on him, shielding his body with his. Ronald is twenty two, when he was twenty-one. Ronald, who's always been 'the pretty boy' as the guards like to call him. They like to pick on him, but Ryker always shielded and protected him. No matter what he had to do to protect him. Ryker had a lot of weaknesses back in captivity because he cared about all his people, but Ronald was his greatest weakness. Maga was furious, he started whipping Ronald instead. Ronald's hoarse shouts filled the air with each stroke of the whip but he never got up. Ryker had tried to move...to protect Ronald, but he couldn't move his body. Ryker always tries to protect Ronald just as much as Ronald always tries to protect him. Ronald is no slave, he can't take intense torture. Ryke
The medicine man came several minutes afterwards and forced down more sleeping portions down her throat. He also gave her portions for her fever and headache too. "How is she?" Bami asked. The old man hesitated. "She's holding out barely. Her body is healing and I hope to heavens, her mind is too. It still isn't assured if she will get through this... You all have to be prepared for the wors---" Lyra snapped her head up so fiercely, "She'll survive! Don't say that, doctor! She'll be fine! E-Emily is a fighter.... My Emily is a fighter.... s-she will be fine! She will be....!" She cried so hard. Bami grabbed her and hugged her to her chest impulsively. Lyra is breaking apart right in front of her eyes. Sobs after sobs racked her throat as she burrowed deeper into Bami. Time passed. The medicine man finally left after giving out instructions. He'd said that the portions will keep Emily deeply asleep until morning or even on the noon. Bami finally said goodnight again, and it's o
In the comfort of his room, King Ryker wrote notes on the financial status of the lower market of Bloodmoon and its improvements. Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he'd instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it's a good way to exhaust the body. Who knows, he might sleep relatively well tonight. He considered going to Scarlett's room. Then, he'd put out the consideration; the financial books do need updating. As he wrote, the girl's screams came banging at the back of his head. With each scribble, her agonizing scream rose in his head. And then, he'd seen Lyra. Today, he saw a different Lyra. He saw the princess, and he saw the slave. He didn't see Valen's daughter. As he wrote, her face stood at the back of his mind. Her pain as her former personal maid screamed behind the door. Why did the sight of it affect him so much? Maybe, it's because he looked at her and saw himself. Each pain on her face mirrored his
King Ryker stared at the scroll in front of him. He was seated behind his desk, his head nursed a huge headache. The open window oversaw the night sky. It's almost the middle of the night. The meeting in court had taken so much longer. The scroll held two signed signatures on it. King Ethan and King Dominic had signed the petition. King Zayden wants to sleep over it. King Thomas and Marcus had outrightly refused. "Why would we want to eradicate the law of introduction? Why would we enforce a law for unjust killing of slaves?" Thomas had been angry, "There is no unjust killing when it comes to slaves. They are dirt. Garbage. There is no unjust way of getting rid of garbage." King Ryker rubbed his aching head, his eyes darkening in anger and hurtful memories. Thomas has always been an animal. He can never forget.... what that man did to him when he was still Valen's Slave. Fortunately, Ethan and Dominic had disagreed with him and signed the petition. The door opened and Bami ent
Emily has gone to the mines too. Left alone, Lyra needed some fresh air outdoor. She got up and slipped her legs into her sandals. She looked around. Her room looks beautiful because of the way Emily decorated it. She smiled taking in the new features. The fresh flowers. The lightbulbs. The new
Emily has gone to the mines too. Left alone, Lyra needed some fresh air outdoor. She got up and slipped her legs into her sandals. She looked around. Her room looks beautiful because of the way Emily decorated it. She smiled taking in the new features. The fresh flowers. The lightbulbs. The new
Emily started ahead too, even as she still talked. "That's the Rose?" "That's the Rose." "Oh, it's so beautiful, my princess!" She skidded aside and gently plucked the flowers out. Two long beautiful and fresh looking Rose flowers. She perforated her hair with the piece of flower and clicked up
"There are rumors that the King punished the wicked mistress Scarlett for whipping you," Emily whispered. That was... shocking. The most shocking she's heard. "What?" Emily pulled back and continued in a whisper. "There's a rumor that the king placed her under house arrest for three noon days."






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