Chapter 5 #2
My knees pressed into one of the pillows towards the front of the room, right where he expected me, ignoring the glances from the other females.
I used to try to befriend them all, but much like Camilla, after a while, when he started making it clear in front of the others that I was his favorite, they started distancing themselves from me.
The ones who loved Keres saw me as competition, and the ones who were like me—who were taken—thought staying away from me would keep him from garnering too much attention on them.
I understood both outlooks, and I didn’t take it personally after all of these years stuck in this castle.
I didn’t want to try and judge who I may be able to trust and who I couldn’t, and it was easier on me anyway if I didn’t notice when some of them periodically disappeared.
It was easier if I didn’t ask questions or notice things I shouldn’t have noticed. At least out loud.
The room was filling up in a hurry while we all knelt, waiting for our master to arrive and grace us with his splendid cock.
He was never with everyone that arrived, of course, normally there were between thirty to forty of us, and he picked around ten that we all had to sit there and watch him fuck until he was satisfied that enough of his seed had been spread around.
Some days it went by quickly. Other days the sun would begin to rise, forcing us to another room of the castle that was protected.
I’d been in this castle for the last four hundred and seven years.
Silvana saved me for many of those years from being used in this room, but eventually even her influence only went so far.
In the beginning… in the beginning I thought I loved him.
I thought he loved me. But that love only went so far in a place where power was the only thing someone reached for on the horizon.
A subtle shift in the air around us announced his arrival.
Whispered voices dropped off, leaving the room with an utter sense of quiet it lacked when he wasn’t around.
We all stared at the floor, anxiously waiting for our turn to be picked, or not picked.
I knew where he’d start, where he always started.
He proclaimed that he saved the first batch for me because it would always be the strongest. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean, and honestly I wasn’t sure he did either.
After so many years and so many failed attempts, part of me wondered if the lack of achievement had Keres going even more out of his mind.
His feet slid into my line of sight. I made no sound when his black boots stopped in front of my knees. “Come, my little dove,” he said.
I rose to my feet. The golden floor cool beneath them as I kept my gaze down.
Focused purely on keeping my breathing techniques in check.
I didn’t need to respond because he only wanted a response if he asked for it—otherwise, we’re to remain quiet.
He sat down on the chaise lounge, his feet still planted on the floor and his legs wide. It was always the same.
He didn’t need to utter any direction, we’d all been here before, and if you hadn’t you went through his lessons with one of the other females.
I fought my body not to tremble. Thoroughly burying the feelings of disgust and hatred I’d grown to feel for this male over the last two hundred years or so.
I tried to remind myself that I did used to love him, how he treated me, and spoke words of affirmation to me when the sun peaked in the sky and no one else was around to witness the words to a shy girl who knew little of the world.
At least, that’s what I told myself. It was becoming harder and harder to remember.
No, I didn’t show any of those things. Instead, I knelt between his thighs, pulled out his semi-hard cock, and wrapped my lips around it until it was fully erect.
Years ago, just walking into this room with everyone kneeling at his feet got him off.
But that was before Silvana left, before I sent away his real little silver dove. Now it took… more.
It was so much easier when I wasn’t in his presence to remember who I was and what I was capable of. But when I was here, under his watchful gaze, I was that scared little girl who’d only seen nine winters and just needed to be back with her sister again.
No matter the cost.
Once he was finally ready, he tapped the side of my face, which was my tell to climb onto the back of the chaise.
With my forearms on the back of the chair and my knees spread apart, I arched my lower back.
He slowly parted the panels of my gown and ran his hands over my backside.
I tried to think of anything that would bring me some sort of arousal right now.
Anything that would make this less uncomfortable.
Sadly the only thing that came to mind were a certain pair of dark brown eyes with small gold flecks.
I tried to think of anything else, but that was all that would pop into my head.
I tried not to give in to those thoughts, but before I could bury them down deep where the rest of my emotions were being stored, they consumed my mind.
They were all I could think about—those deep brown eyes that reminded me of the bonfires I loved as a child.
It was his rough callused hands sliding over my hips.
It was his hands pushing my dress out of the way.
It was his cock running over my now wet core and pushing himself inside of me.
It was his cock that thrust in and out of my cunt bringing a small moan from my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut as my brain switched between the present and my imagination.
When he finally finished, I wasn’t sure if I was closer to tears or orgasm. This had never happened before. Normally I shut down and simply sat here. I’d never… almost…
“My perfect little dove,” Keres whispered from behind me.
That was all it took to bring it all crashing back down to reality.
I’d actually almost finished on his… He tapped my side, which was my cue to flip around so my feet were up over the back of the chair.
I found myself moving on habit alone. Not even sure what was going on in the rest of the hall today.
I was to lie here while he fucked the others around the room, and once he was finished I was permitted to leave the hall and relax for the rest of the day.
I slowly rotated my body until I was in position and closed my eyes, trying to blink back all the emotions that were running rampant through my body and mind.
Normally I was only worried that this time would finally be the time I was forced to carry his child, but now I was more worried about what this meant for my mental well-being. What it meant that he was there at the forefront of my mind.
All I knew was that it couldn’t change anything. I wouldn’t let it.
I had one job: retrieve information from him, no matter the cost.