Page 46 of A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment

“Your Majesty, if I may be so bold.” I lift my skirts beneath the table and turn slightly, displaying my bare body beneath. “Half of your court would do anything to have this.”

The king’s hot gaze is fixed on the ring poking out between my labia. He takes a long breath. “You are bold. I enjoy that.”

I lick my bottom lip.

“I enjoy breaking bold creatures who reach above their station.” He sweeps the food and dishes near us onto the floor. Hidden among the crystal goblets and bowls of fruit are another set of shackles, these on thick chains.

The sylphs are upon me before I have a chance to react, but I wouldn’t have fought them, anyway. I gasp as they lift me up and toss me onto the table, but I don’t struggle, reaching my arms out helpfully so they can lock me into place. I am laid out before the king like a banquet, skirt tossed up, ass on the edge of the table and my cunt on offer to him.

He leans forward and takes a long, appreciative sniff. “You do bring a treasure with you. But be warned, you’re not the only human who has ever come here believing that their sexual value will keep them safe. I can do exactly as I wish to you, and your mate cannot protect you.”

I moan. “Yes, Your Majesty!”

He flicks my clit hard, and I can’t help my gasp of pain. I writhe my hips as the pain fades into hunger for more sensation.

That earns me a sharp slap across my mound. He spreads my labia wide and slaps me again, directly on my burning clit. I whimper, “Oh, yes. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“You’re either a talented liar or a true deviant, like your mate.” He pushes his chair back. “We’ll soon find out. Bring him.”

Chained as I am, I can’t see what enters the room. I hear scraping and shuffling, then a deep, lowing sound like a groan of approval.

“Welcome, old friend.” The king claps one hand on whatever has entered. “Look at what I have for you.”

“Arcus, you shouldn’t have.” The voice is so low, it sounds distorted and far away, though I hear the creature breathing like a bellows. It uses the king’s name, so “old friend” wasn’t a kindly exaggeration. I tip my head back to try and catch a glimpse of the stranger, but they’re already walking around the other end of the table.

“Have you had a human before? They are so small and so tight. She might squeeze your cock right off,” the king says, and finally, the two of them walk into view.

My heart freezes. It’s a minotaur. He towers over the king, easily twice as tall as myself, and as broad as the table. There is a huge golden ring looping through his bovine septum, and his horns gleam with golden points. At the end of his neck, which is as wide as his head, is a body similar to that of a human, but more densely muscled than any I’ve ever seen. He wears a long robe open to the waist, and when he sheds it, I see that his legs are the same russet-and-white piebald as his head. Between them…

His head is not the only thing that resembles a bull.

Arcus leans against the minotaur and strokes the creature’s chest. “You may have her, and then we may both take her at once.”

The minotaur chuckles. “I would rather have her, then take you.”

“You may have me any time.” Arcus places a kiss on one of the creature’s human-like nipples; they’re both pierced, like the creature’s nose.

And, I see as he lifts his long, heavy cock in his hand, so is the tip of that.

Arcus picks up a knife and plays with it as he walks to my head. “Are you afraid?”

I hold his gaze. “Do you want me to be, Your Majesty?”

He brings the blade to my throat.

I do not blink. I do not waver. I gaze into the cruel darkness of his eyes, and I do not back away from it.

He takes the knife away and brings it between my breasts, slicing the cords that hold my dress together.

The minotaur makes a snort of appreciation and reaches out to cup both of my breasts. “I can see why you like her. She’s beautiful. And I know what you like to do with beautiful things.” The minotaur squeezes my flesh until I can’t help but cry out. He grabs my dress and rends the skirt in half, leaving me exposed in the ruin of fabric.

I’m in danger, with someone I don’t trust the way I trust Luthian. Why does it excite me so?

Luthian promised me that no harm would come to me. He knows Arcus, likely knew that such a scenario was possible, or worse. Luthian would not have made such a promise if he didn’t know he could keep it.

“Do I want you to be scared?” Arcus repeats my question with a happy little sigh. “I think you will be. I think you should be. But if you’re not, if you do truly enjoy what we do to you tonight… then I believe you’re the perfect mate for Luthian. And the perfect concubine for me.”

I smile serenely at him. “Well, then. Let’s put me to the test.”

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