Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Prince Hendren’s control began to slip as I worked him with desperate enthusiasm, my head bobbing as I took him deeper than ever before. The knowledge that hundreds of powerful men were watching me debase myself only intensified my arousal, my body responding to the public display of my submission with shameful eagerness.
“That’s enough,” he growled suddenly, his hands gripping my hair to still my movements. “Hold still while I fuck your face and then mark you as mine.”
Even those brutal words struck my ears as only what I deserved and what I needed. I held perfectly still as commanded, my lips stretched around his thick shaft, my eyes fixed on his face as he gripped my hair with both hands. The assembly watched in rapt silence as Prince Hendren’s control changed, his hips beginning to move with increasing urgency even as his hands on my head kept me precisely where he wanted me.
“Such a perfect little whore,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal as he drove deeper into my mouth. “Show them all what you’ve become.”
His thrusts grew more forceful, claiming my throat with the same ruthless precision he had always employed to claim my body. I could barely breathe as he used me, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to accommodate his brutal rhythm. The sounds of my submission—the wet, obscene noises of his possession—echoed through the vast hall.
“Yes,” he hissed, his grip tightening as his climax approached. “Take it all, my beautiful concubine. Let them see how perfectly you serve your master.”
With a final, devastating thrust, he withdrew completely, his hand working his shaft as he reached his peak. His release painted my face and bare breasts in thick streams, marking me as his property before the assembled elite. I held perfectly still, eyes closed, as his essence dripped down my skin in shameful evidence of my complete surrender.
The hall erupted in thunderous applause, the Euporian elite expressing their approval with genuine enthusiasm. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard voices calling out their admiration:
“Magnificent display!”
“Such perfect submission!”
“A true testament to proper training!”
Prince Hendren’s hand stroked my hair with possessive gentleness as the applause continued, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice carrying both satisfaction and genuine affection. “You’ve exceeded every expectation, my dear Viola.”
I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me with an expression I had never seen before—not just desire or ownership, but to my amazement something approaching love. Around us, the crowd began to disperse, their excitement over the evening’s unexpected drama finally beginning to fade.
“Your Royal Highness.” First Minister Havelorn approached, his earlier anger at Solamo’s disruption replaced by obvious admiration. “That was… extraordinary. Your concubine has demonstrated remarkable loyalty and intelligence.”
“Indeed she has,” Prince Hendren replied, helping me to my feet with careful hands. “The Federation is fortunate to have such a skilled negotiator in our service, above all in her new capacity, where our opponents will never see her coming.”
CHAPTER 21
Viola
The lights of a transport approached, their glare filtering in flashes through the Cultural Center’s windows and drawing our attention from the aftermath of the evening’s revelations. Through the tall windows, I could see the familiar Academy vehicle pulling into the circular drive, its sleek form the sign that our night of public display was coming to an end.
“Time to return to your studies, ladies,” First Minister Havelorn announced, his voice carrying across the hall as the other masters began bringing their newly claimed concubines to the exit. “The Academy transport has arrived.”
I felt Prince Hendren’s hand settle possessively on my lower back as he guided me toward the doors, his seed still drying on my skin beneath the hastily rearranged cloak. Around us, my former classmates moved alongside me, their own masters’ hands claiming ownership through casual touches and murmured commands.
“Remember to whom you belong, from tonight,” Master Nerbusson told Trellama as he handed her over to the Academy escort. “Be an obedient little fuck toy for your instructors. Your real training is just beginning.”
The crude words sent a familiar heat through my core, and I could see similar responses in my classmates’ faces as their own masters offered similar encouragement. Palla’s cheeks flushed crimson as Master Vance cupped her bottom possessively before releasing her to the transport.
“Learn to use that clever mouth well,” he murmured against her ear, loud enough for us all to hear. “Take what your Guardian taught you about pleasing a man properly and prepare yourself to give me my money’s worth.”
Prince Hendren’s fingers traced the edge of my collar as we reached the transport, his touch sending shivers through my sensitized skin. “You were magnificent tonight, Viola,” he said softly, his voice carrying both pride and unmistakable arousal. “Exposing Solamo’s deception and showing your submission—I couldn’t have asked for a better performance.”