Trigger Warning: The latter part of this chapter includes a scene of coerced sexual activity. Please proceed with caution or skip if needed.
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"What's the meaning of this?" Caius asked darkly. "You dare block my path, peasant!"
Caius adjusted on the horse. His erection was discomforting, and the reason why he was hard was even more disturbing. The culprit was right in front of him, her head bowed to the dirt, but it wasn't her appearance that made him want to splay her on the streets—it was her actions. To ride through the trees was not only dangerous but unexpected, and she had done three unexpected things now. There was no way he would be satisfied with just one go. Caius had a better idea.
"Speak!" he thundered, moving his horse closer.
"Yer majesty, 'ave mercy. Mi father 'as nothin' to do wit' this. It's mi fault alone. Please punish me instead."
"What are you talking about?" Caius asked. "I have nothing to do with your father."
"Mi father is about to be killed. 'E trespassed, disobeyin' yer orders."
"A just cause, wouldn't you agree? Trespassers should be punished, shouldn't they?"
"Not 'im, it was mi fault 'e set out this mornin'. Mine! 'Ave me 'ead instead."
"Lift your head," Caius said.
Rose slowly raised her head. Her hair was windblown, and strands stuck out awkwardly. Leaves and sticks were tangled in her frizzy hair. Her face was red and splattered with tears. Bloody scratches marked both sides of her cheeks. Snot ran down her nose, but Rose didn't bother to wipe it away.
"Stand up," Caius ordered.
Rose moved with the stiffness of a wooden puppet. Her body obeyed, but it didn't feel like it belonged to her. Her father's life hung on this prince's whim, and she couldn't risk angering him. She had to follow his every command.
"Come closer."
Rose did as he requested, walking forward until she stood in front of his stallion. The white horse had a mane long enough to rival her hair. The horse wore leather armor around its face and neck. It was taller than she was, intimidating, but the man atop it was even more fearsome.
Rose watched him glide off the horse and land in front of her. Instinctively, she took a step back, her head bowed. She had almost dropped to the ground but then remembered he ordered her to stand.
"I don't want your head," he said, his voice deeper. "I might consider if…" Caius let his words trail off.
"Yes, I'll spread mi legs for ye," Rose blurted without hesitation. Her father's life was on the line. If she had to spread her legs for a thousand men to save him, she would do so without a second thought. Thankfully, it was just one shameless prince.
Caius threw his head back and laughed as though she had said something hilarious. "But I'm afraid it's no longer a one-time deal. That offer is off the table. I want something else."
Rose's eyes widened in horror. What could this prince want? She could already tell it would be to her detriment. "Please tell me, yer majesty. I'll do everythin' in me power to fulfill it."
Caius smiled. "That's what I like to hear. You will go to the capital with me, and you will spread your legs any time I want. You won't leave until I decide you can."
Rose clenched her jaw as she listened to the prince. He truly was shameless. He didn't care about her father; he was willing to kill an innocent man over something like this. He could have anyone he wanted—why was he so determined to make her life miserable? Was it because she had said no?
"I-if I agree, would ye pardon mi father?" That was all that mattered.
"As quickly as this," Caius said, snapping his fingers.
Rose found it hard to believe his words. "We're far from Edenville, yer majesty. Mi father's about to be beheaded. Even if ye head back now, ye couldn't possibly stop it in time."
Caius's eyes narrowed. "Do you doubt me? I keep my word," he said simply. "If you agree to my terms, not a hair on your father's head will be harmed."
"How would I know this?"
"I'll get you whatever proof you want," he said with a smile.
Rose was surprised he was willing to let her make demands, but she knew there was no way to avoid this. She would have to agree to his terms. She grabbed the necklace around her neck, thinking of her fiancé.
"Would ye at least let me say goodbye?"
"Absolutely not! I've been lenient enough, wouldn't you agree?"
"Aye, I agree to yer terms," Rose nodded. "In exchange for mi father's life, I'll be yer whore."
Caius grinned. "Get on your knees," he ordered.
Rose tasted bile. Right here, right now. In front of all his men. He was going to make her… Rose couldn't complete the thought.
"Or would you rather spread your legs here and now? I don't mind. I've always liked to fuck outdoors," Caius sneered.
Rose dropped to her knees slowly. Her legs felt heavier than ever, and they hit the ground like stones dropped into water. Suddenly, she felt pressure on the top of her head as he pushed her face against his groin. Something hard pressed against her face. She shut her eyes tightly as he slowly released her head.
"Take it out yourself."
Rose's throat went dry as she opened her eyes. She glanced around, catching glimpses of his men on all sides.
"Don't worry, they wouldn't dare look," Caius said with a smile.
She lifted her hands to his waist. They were shaking. Rose bit the inside of her cheeks to steady herself. She felt the skin tear but didn't feel the pain.
"Tch!" she heard the prince say as he smacked her hands away. He undid his pants himself, just enough for the largest member she had ever seen to spring free.
It bumped against her forehead, and Rose couldn't hide her shock. Caius seemed to take delight in her expression, smiling as she recoiled. She instinctively moved her head back, but it didn't shrink with distance—it was still as enormous as ever.
"Open up," he said.
Rose was horrified. He intended to put that in her mouth. There was no way it would fit. This couldn't be normal, could it? It was an illness, surely. It certainly explained why the prince was acting the way he was. Walking around with the equivalent of her arm between his legs—no wonder he was so insufferable.
"Don't waste my time," he said, his voice darkening. "Staring at it isn't what I asked for."
Rose nodded and slowly opened her mouth. She didn't even get to open it fully before he shoved it right to the entrance. "If I feel teeth," he said, his cock at the edge of her lips, "your father will lose a few."