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Dampness pricked the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let it fall. I'd not give my "loving" husband the satisfaction of victory over me now. How I thought he had a heart, I didn't know.
"Bring her to me," Necros demanded, his focus on Mira.
The shorter of the two pulled out of my lady's maid, his cock covered in blood.
Maximus stepped in and pulled Mira up by her long hair. She was covered in bruises, bites, and unspeakable fluids. Her eyes full of tears, my fun-loving maid was seemingly replaced by a woman longing for death.
"Please," I whimpered, hoping to change my husband's mind from whatever he was going to do even though I knew it was futile.
"It seems my wife hasn't learned enough yet to believe my intentions are for her benefit," Necros explained to the observing crowd. "Perhaps a demonstration will help?"
Approval radiated through the air, the roughened fighters on the floor gleaming up at the king with deep appreciation. These were the men he'd chosen for me, all of them brutes and covered in warrior wounds. Two of them were already dead. But I couldn't pay them much mind, not with Maximus pushing Mira to the ground before us.
Oh God… Please no...
Necros removed his member from his pants. Maximus then held Mira's mouth open while my husband forced his dick inside it.
I fell to my knees next to my maid, the only person in this land who'd ever shown me kindness. I needed to save her from any more suffering.
"Please, she's had enough. I'll do it instead. Here, in front of everyone." I waved my arm around, showing off the assembled crowd.
Necros shoved himself down her throat, suffocating my maid, and paused, calculating his next move.
"All right." He withdrew from Mira's mouth and shifted in front of me. I opened my mouth wide and shut my eyes. "No, keep your gaze on me."
I opened them again and looked up at him. "My Lord."
Maximus dropped Mira, half-unconscious, onto the floor of the ballroom and came to stand behind me. Necros thrust into my mouth at the same time as Maximus secured my head. I was nothing but a toy to my husband now, taking everything he gave me.
"Thomas, Demetrius, you can take the maid back and finish what you started," my husband announced at the same time as he thrust deep, halting my ability to breathe. "To the remaining fourteen, continue. Unless you no longer find my errant wife worthy."
He withdrew and sheathed himself in my mouth again, causing me to gag as the men chuckled at his crude words.
Mira yelped and my focus shifted toward her, earning me a slap against my cheek. "Eyes on me, little whore," Necros ordered, and I flicked them back up. I didn't want to watch him, but I knew I had no choice.
He pumped his hips into me like a wild animal. Rough, hard, and with no thought for the fact that every time he pistoned forward, I coughed and choked around him. He was too busy watching the chaos below where the men fought for a chance to fuck me.
Bile rose in my throat, forced back down by the impact of his cock.
I wanted to scream, to bite, to hurt.History of Ancient EgyptKhafre Statue of
But I could do nothing other than accept his filthy torment.
It didn't take him long to bury himself deep in the back of my mouth and eject his venomous lust down my throat, spurt after spurt of hot and salty cum that left me retching. Eventually he withdrew and tucked himself back in his pants.
Necros shook his head, disdain coloring his features. "Pitiful and exactly why I require help in your training. You couldn't even swallow properly."
I yelped as he pushed me to the floor, Maximus's fingers still twined in my hair. Wincing, I glared up at them both, unable to speak beyond the throbbing in my throat.
"Remain there where you belong," Necros demanded, retaking his throne.
My husband was sick.
He was worse than Lucifer himself.
I wanted him dead, and one day I'd be the one to do it. One does not require power, only the right opportunity to take it.
Wrapping my skirt around my hand, I used it to wipe my face of saliva and the evidence of my husband's assault.
I would not let them break me.