Page 42 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

“Isn’t it a bit early to be waving swords around.” I stretch out my shoulder—they all take nervous steps back. “I haven’t even limbered up for battle. But if needs must…”

“The princess is having breakfast with her father,” the guard on the right says, before he sighs and sheaths his sword.

The other two cast nervous glances his way and then follow suit.

“I am Dick,” the one on the right says. He has a posh accent that seems odd for a guard. He is a tall, reed-thin beta with overly floppy dark hair that falls into his eyes. “This here is Wendle.” He indicates the fresh-faced middle man with curly red hair and then the stocky man on the left with a bald head and dark skin. “And Poach.”

“Dick? That is your name?”

“Yes, sir!”

“That must get very fucking confusing,” I mutter, deciding it must be a strange Hydornian custom. Maybe he has a big dick? Maybe it is small?

Wendle’s eyes bounce up and down between my cock and my face.

I scowl. “What the fuck is wrong with you all? Have you never seen a cock before?”

“It is a... not really a done thing for people to walk about the castle naked, Sir Alfred,” Dick says, his lips twitching like he is fighting a smile.

“So I’m getting the idea,” I say. “Also, last I checked, I was a barbarian king and nobody’s knight.”

“The king has decided to knight you,” Dick explains—he appears to be the one in charge of the trio, or is certainly the most vocal. “So that you have a suitable title.”

I scratch absently at my jaw. “This is a strange place,” I say before nodding at Dick. “Can you direct me to my mate?”

He snaps to attention. “Yes, sir. We will escort you there directly. But if I might implore you to put on some clothes first.”

“No,” I say firmly. “I do not have fucking time to go put on any clothes. Also, putting clothes on involves returning to the green room, and I cannot spend another moment there without puking up my guts.”

Wendle snickers—Poach thumps him on the shoulder.

“It is the king’s favored color,” Dick says, diplomatically.

“Well, it is not my favored fucking color. A man could lose his mind sleeping there of a night… Although I like that big fancy mirror for when you’re disciplining a lass… and the fucking that follows. Do you have any more in storage? I want to cover all the angles.”

Wendle makes a choking sound.

“It is not considered good form to discuss one’s conquest of a servant,” Dick says, lifting his nose in the air.

“Servant? What the fuck are you talking about? I never touched any servant: not to discipline and definitely not to rut.” I shudder. “I’m a mated barbarian. There’s only one lass I have eyes for, and that is Penelope.”

Wendle’s face has gone so pale that I worry he might faint dead away, and his eyes are once more bouncing between my face and my cock.

Poach pats the younger lad’s shoulder as though comforting him.

Dick grimaces. “One does not discuss one’s conquests of a, ah, princess.”

I scratch my jaw again, wondering how I will survive here with all these strange rules. “Fine. Take me to the lass… princess.” I gesture, and we start walking. “She is assuredly due another spanking for sneaking out of my room this morning. Do you know where I can get some cuffs and decent chains? I have a mind to secure her to the bed, tonight.”

Wendle groans as though in pain.

Dick coughs to clear his throat. “We shall, uh, see what we can find for you, Sir Alfred!”

We cross paths with yet more screaming servants and a couple of gasping nobles on our long walk before I am shown into a fancy dining room that, thankfully, is not decorated green.

Penelope and her father are sitting at the far end of a long gold-inlaid table that could hold twenty people.

Louie, being in the unfortunate stage of taking a sip of tea, spits it clear across the table at my entrance.

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