His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.
View MoreFor centuries, Jean wandered the earth, his once clear purpose becoming a distant echo in his immortal existence. He walked through countless epochs, observed civilizations rise and fall, and saw the face of the world change in ways he could never have imagined. As the years turned into decades, and decades into centuries, the world around him became a blur. The faces, the names, the places - they all began to merge into one, an indistinguishable haze of experiences. The figure of Anna, the woman he had once loved so deeply, started to fade from his memory, her image distorted by the countless faces he had encountered. His mind, once sharp and focused, was now clouded with confusion. Memories of his past life seemed like fragments of a dream, disjointed and elusive. The love he had for Anna, the promise he had made to Thanaros, all were lost in his distorted mind. He lived among humans, but he was not one of them. He was an ageless being, trapped in a cycle of endless wandering and
Jean, feeling devastated, found himself burying Anna all by himself in the empty graveyard. The weight of sadness weighed heavily on his shoulders as he painfully dug into the ground, missing the presence of any helping hands. Eberfraid, his older brother, stood nearby with a stern look, making it clear that no one should offer assistance.After burying her, he solemnly said to Eberfraid that he would spend time by her grave."You can't fuck dead girl," Eberfraid uttered with disgust, spitting onto Anna's grave before departing, leaving Jean alone with her dead girl.Jean sat beside Anna's grave, the cold wind biting into his skin, seemingly mirroring the cold emptiness within him."My brown-eyed love," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "I did so many wrong things to you. I feel like this pain is enough to kill me so I can be reunited with you, my love. And God knows how I regret not confessing my love for you when I had the chance. I regret not fighting for our love, for letting
The dungeon was like a nightmare, where light ran away and sounds vanished. As Jean entered the suffocating darkness, a sense of dread gripped him. He followed Gregory, each step echoing on the cold ground.Finally, they arrived. The cell was an echo of despair, its iron bars a cruel barrier, separating its occupant from the world beyond.Jean, filled with determination, approached the iron door of the cell, the heavy metallic scent invading his senses. With a cold, heavy key that Gregory have him, he unlocked the door, the grating sound echoing through the silence. As he stepped inside, the gravity of the moment weighed heavily on his heart, he will soon reunite with the woman he loved with all his heart, Anna.And there, in the heart of this darkness, was Anna. She lay motionless on the cold stone floor, her once vibrant spirit extinguished. Her hair, once full of life, was now matted and lifeless. The clothes she wore were nothing more than tattered rags, a testament to her sufferi
"Where are you off to at this late hour, husband?" Lady Yessica, Jean's wife, exclaimed with a mix of curiosity and concern, squinting as she noticed Jean's surprisingly formal outfit. "Why did you get the carriage ready? Everyone in the castle is sound asleep."Jean paused, he carefully chose his words. "I... I need to visit my old friend, Lord Kingsley, Yessica," he finally replied."Or is it your old slave? Are you going to see her, Jean?" Yessica questioned sharply. Her gaze bore into Jean's, searching for any sign of deception.Jean feigned confusion as if he didn't understand Yessica at all. "Who... who are you referring to?""Anna. Don't think I haven't noticed," Yessica's voice trembled with hurt and accusation. "The way your eyes betray you when her name comes up? The way you've kept her picture all these years? I'm your wife, Jean, not a fool.""My lady..." Jean began, his voice tinged with guilt, struggling to find the right words to ease Yessica's pain.But Yessica cut him
Anna found herself alone once again. The icy restraints gripping her wrists offered some comfort in the gloomy dungeon. With a chilling finality, the stone door closed, plunging her into an endless darkness and loneliness. Deprived of even the most basic needs, food and water, the empty feeling in her stomach mirrored the void in her heart."My dear Master, even though my memory of you is lost, I still feel a deep love for you in my heart. I wonder, do you feel the same way about me? I often find myself yearning for your presence, longing to know what you are doing at this very moment. Please tell me, where are you? and I miss you more than words can express.In the deep dungeon abyss, Anna's life faded. Every breath became a battle, a desperate plea for life. Her once healthy body, is now fragile, tormented by starvation and dehydration. The cold touch of death drew nearer, tempting her to surrender. Yet, on the edge of oblivion, Anna held onto her love for Jean."I wanted to have m
In the suffocating depths of the dungeon, Anna's soul burned with an unquenchable fire. Tied to the icy stone wall, she endured agonizing captivity. Hungry and thirsty, all she could think about was Jean. His beautiful emerald eyes brought her comfort in the midst of despair. Even in the worst situations, Anna held onto the memory of Jean as her lifeline in the storm of loneliness.Days became a blur for Anna, each moment echoing in the empty dungeon.Suddenly, the loud clatter of keys on iron grated on her ears, pulling her out of her deep despair. Gilbert walked into the cell, his silhouette highlighted by the flickering torchlight, his expression determined. The sight of him gave Anna chills, yet a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes."Hey Anna," he started, his mighty voice echoing through the chilling, sending shivers down her spine. "I've come to find you," he continued, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, hard floor. "Hey, have you finally realized the consequen
Who is Jean Lyndhurst? His letter gives the sounds like we were once very close and he cares deeply about me."Consumed by overwhelming confusion, Anna desperately struggled to recollect memories of Jean. With closed eyes, her mind aimlessly wandered through her past, desperately grasping for any trace of Jean's presence, yet it yielded nothing. A wave of sickness washed over her, her heart heavy with a melancholic ache, and she yielded to unconsciousness.****Anna slowly opened her eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. As she turned her head, she saw Gilbert sit peacefully beside her in the bed, waiting for her to wake up. Concern etched on his face, he reached out to her and gently asked,"My darling, are you alright?""Jean, my lord," she replied in a hushed voice. "Who is he?"Anna, still feeling a sense of unease, handed Gilbert the crumpled letter she had found earlier. As Gilbert scanned its contents, his brow furrowed."So you read this letter?" he questi
Gilbert's hand, so strong yet gentle, came to rest on Anna's eyes"Close your eyes, Anna," he murmured with a commanding yet compassionate tone."Why?""I'll free you from the pain of losing love."His hand, a comforting presence against her tear-stained face. And then...the magic began. Her memories of Jean - his face, his touch, his voice - started to fade. Her past with him became blurry, indistinct, like an old, faded picture.The tears stopped. Anna's sobs stilled. The hurricane of her emotions was starting to calm. With a final sigh of release, Anna's memories of Jean were gone. Her heart, once a battlefield of love and loss, was now a clean slate, ready to write a new chapter of her life.In the stillness of the room, Gilbert removed his hand from her eyes. His voice, usually so stern and commanding, was soft as he said,"It is done, Anna. Jean...he's gone from your memory forever.""Who is Jean?"**As the days passed, Anna found herself captivated by Gilbert, a new beacon of
"So, darling, this is your private bedroom." Kingsley winked, turning the doorknob. As the door creaked open, Anna's eyes widened. Before her lay a room that was a far cry from her former shabby quarters in Jean Lyndhurst's castle. White golf furnishings, beautiful drapes, a canopy bed fit for a princess - it was a dream. Anna stumbled back, her heart pounding."This can't be right. I'm... I'm a slave.""Ah, my dear, you misunderstand," Kingsley said with a mischievous smile, leaning against the door frame. "Jean didn't send you here to dwell on your past. No, Anna, he had a different purpose in mind. You are not going to be a sex doll anymore. No, it's over.""But I am a slave. The coachman said Master Jean sent me as a gift for you. I thought I would become a part of your harem.""We don't have a harem here.""Then what use am I here?""You will live a privileged life as a lady. That's what Jean wants, and that's what I promised him.""A lady, huh?"****Living in Kingsley's castle
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