***TRIGGER WARNING***
(Some may find this Chapter unsettling)
Quick to obey, she climbed onto the bed, heavily aware of the multitude of eyes on her. She could hear the women shuffling out of the chambers as the prince began to disrobe. She looked over at him, her eyes darting away in shock as his large, engorged member sprang forward from his pants. Her cheeks burned at the sight and her whole body was covered in a feint blush as her heart picked up its furious pace. She nervously wrapped her arms around her knees and brought them to her chest, Trying to bury her face in her arms.
Amora felt as if she couldn't breath when she felt his weight shift onto the bed, then move forward and come to rest in front of her. "Look at me, pet." His voice was gentle yet demanding. As her heart pounded in her ears She peered up at him, her face stained with tears, and her lips quivering. Studying her face for a moment, He grabbed her arms and placed them around the nape of his neck. His touch sending warm tingles up her arms. He then wrapped her legs around his waist as his hand lifted her so he could move her higher up onto the bed. As he moved, she could feel the tip of his shaft prodding near her entrance…she couldn't help but hold her breath, as if that would prevent him from taking her at that very second.
He laid her so her head rested on the pillows, her scent enveloped him in soft lavender and Neroli, as he settled between her tense spread thighs. He could feel her heartbeat pounding throughout her body beneath him as she grabbed the sheets for dear life, she was visibly shaking…fear and humiliation painted on her face. Her fiery eyes were lacking the lively spirit she had once shown him. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, matting the stray golden hairs of her scalp to her face. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward close to her face.
He gritted his teeth angrily…her eyes were tightly shut, and her hands fisted the sheets below. Something about her sheer terror turned his stomach.
Relaxing his jaw, conceding to her silent plea, he made a decision. "Amora…" He whispered in her ear…her breath hitched in response…her eyes looking up at him "Breath easy my pet, I will not take you in front of them." Confusion crossed her face. "Make no mistake…I still plan to make you mine tonight." She looked at him worrying her lip.
"I don't understand." She choked out.
A devious smiled crossed his face. "We are gonna fake it for them." He whispered.
"Huh-?" Suddenly, Godwynn crushed her mouth with his, she squealed and recoiled at first, startled by the onslaught. He pulled his mouth back, "Work with me here…" gentler this time the dark prince licked her lower lip, Amora stared at him for a moment before parting her lip for his…he suckled her lower lip, before prodding his tongue into her mouth…she responded, hesitantly meeting his tongue with her own. Godwynn couldn't help but smile against her mouth.
Godwynn made a show of changing his position, between her legs, she could feel the head of him between her slick folds, and the waves of pleasure it caused her to be touched there, but he never entered. His breathing hitched in her ear as felt how slick she was, but he remained certain he was only gonna take her, on his terms.
Amora let out a small whimper when he palmed her breast he played with it gently, before squeezing it firmly, she let out a loud wail. "Ow!" As he bucked his hips, in time with her moan as if he was just now taking her. He made a show for the spectators, thrusting his hips, his member rubbing the sensitive little nub between her beautiful pussy lips. The sensation was even giving him an unexpected amount of pleasure. Perhaps the possibility of getting caught threatening them, made the experience all the more intense. "Good girl" He whispered into her ear.
Amora visibly relaxed when she realized he wasn't going to subject her to losing her true innocence in front of everyone…but she was still nervous all the same. She wasn't sure what game the Dark Prince was playing, by not taking her now…maybe he had more vile plans in store for her later. But for now she was thankful he was putting on a show giving her this temporary asylum.
However, the growing heat in her lower abdomen and the sensation that his cock was giving her between her legs was starting to grow. She felt her entire body becoming hot, and a deep pressure she has never experienced before is beginning to build…she started to pant into his ear, and unconsciously ground her hips to his thrusts.
As if sensing her impending orgasm, Godwynn slowed and changed his pace. Burying his face in her neck he spoke to her, his voice possessive.… "If you unravel in front of them, I will take you in front of them. Control yourself, little princess." The deep timbre of his voice startled her…the warning shooting down her spine… "y-yes your majesty" she pouted, suddenly becoming more aware of the room, no longer enjoying her body, she realized half of the men in the room had moved closer, including the king and were breathing heavily.
It seemed Godwynn had realized the same thing. Deciding to bring this whole charade to an end he grunted loudly and froze before sitting up. And looking down at her swollen womanhood her arousal dripping onto the bed. He inwardly smiled to himself, as she responded to his body the same way she had before.
Godwynn brought the show to an end, acting as if he was taking a break before leaving her to clean up, the prince reached down, and using the sharp point of one of his many rings, he smoothly sliced a thin slit an inch above his shaft. He let the blood trickle down onto her slickened womanhood, looking up his eyes met hers. Shock written all over her face…he stared at her as he rubbed his own blood along his shaft, and the rubbed it on her, before making a show of helping her clean up by wiping her juices and the blood onto the sheets. Looking down, proud of his work…it indeed looked as if he just taken her innocence, looking back at her he winked as he moved off the bed to stand in front of it.
She looked as all of the members of the elder council seemed pleased to see the blood on the prince's manhood, and came closer to inspect the sheets beneath her, self consciously she closed her legs and covered her breasts, trying to hide them from the wandering eyes of the Council. Drogath had left as soon as he had seen his son stand covered in blood. Yet the others took their time, ogling her body.
"A-hem!" Godwynn motioned to the door…the Elders picked up the hint and finished their inspection, leaving hurriedly not wanting to get on the bad side of the future king. After the Council left, the prince turned towards a red-faced Amora as he dressed. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes… "I will see you tonight, and we will do this properly." He stated matter-of-factly again, being void of any emotion. He tossed the white silk robe at her before striding out of the room donning his own.
Immediately the women who were charged with caring for her, filled into the room. Arda following behind. "Take her to the bath chambers, I'm sure she would want to clean up" The young women helped Amora down from the bed, helping her to slide on the silk robe.
Before she knew it they had whisked her away to her own chamber, and her hair taken down, the bath hall smelled of burning incense and she could see bath oils were being poured for her. However as soon as she entered the women all left…leaving her to bathe.
She mused to herself….that's right…the kitchen incident…no one is permitted to touch her at this point. After toileting, Amora shirked the silk robe off, before stepping down into the gentle whirlpool. The bubbles surrounded her as she sank down to her neck.
She stayed in the water till her fingers shriveled on their ends…finally deciding to wrap up she washed her hair and scrubbed her body before stepping out. She dried herself down and stepped out of the bathing room to see a simple day dress laid out for her, this one was a little more ornate than the one she had worn yesterday….probably because she is now bound to their prince. And would one day be the Queen here…the A Slave queen…but a Queen, nonetheless.