Chapter 9 The Generous Lord

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Hours and hours had gone by and their journey took no name to end. Renai sighed loudly as her back started to hurt by sitting in a single position. She rounded her neck and squared her shoulders to unload the aches brewed in them. It was strange that the carriage was awfully quiet. No one had initiated a conversation in such a long while. She was waiting for someone to speak so that she could talk to them and feel less bored, but all of them were painfully silent and their faces were curled down as if they were going against their will.

How could they be thankless for such an opportunity? These women were going to be taught skills that would help them in future. Either they were slackers or their parents forcefully sent them. She took another long sigh and closed her eyes.

Ten minutes later, the carriage finally came to halt, prompting her to open her eyes. She bit her lip as excitement to see the workshop coursed inside her. She rubbed the palms of her hands together and pulled a smile. Her ears perked up on hearing the sliding of doors outside the carriage. Her heart jackhammered as her subconscious did a backflip in her mind.

Suddenly, a roar of applause surged around the air. She blinked nervously as she wanted to poke her head out and see what this celebration was about. Her head spun the other way when the sobs of one of the women broke in her senses. She frowned and put a hand on her back.

"What happened, young lady?" She asked with all the honesty in her. The girl's sobs got louder as if Renai triggered her. Renai blinked dumbfoundedly at her while running a hand over her back.

"You must be missing your family," She threw a rhetorical question. The girl lifted her gaze. Call her crazy or whatever but she felt all of the ladies had some kind of resemblance with each other. They all were brunettes, they all were petite in figures, and their noses were button-like. This was absurd.

She nodded at Renai and lowered her eyes again, causing a tear to drop on her pale wrist that she noticed was bruised. Her brows cocked, Was she in some kind of trouble. Maybe her family was toxic. They must have traumatised her which could explain the reason why she was all tears.

Renai's heart contorted thinking that.

Out of pity, she pulled her closer to her chest and side-hugged her. She was an empathetic person by nature. If she ever sees anyone crying, she might end up crying more than the person. She just couldn't bear someone's pain. Her heart was too innocent to understand how cruel the world was.

The girl gripped the collar of her gown in a tight grasp and let out her sorrows on her chest. All of the women watched her, some with pity, some with infuriated expressions. Renai buried her fingers in her scalp and massaged her head ever so softly like she was Rimmel. The girl snivelled and within seconds, her sobs subdued into hiccups. She pulled back and gave her a woeful smile which Renai answered with a sympathetic one.

Renai grabbed her hand and slightly pressed it. "I don't know what scares you but I can tell you have me to share your pain, I'll listen to you," She told her in an assuring way. The girl's cracked smile morphed into a half-hearted one.

"I..I fear for my future," She muffled brokenly, her voice barely reaching Renai's ears but she read her lips. Renai caressed her thumb over her hand's skin.

"But why? We shall be learning lots of house-craft. It will be so much fun. My God, I can't wait. And besides...you will also be there, we will be friends on this journey. I'm already so excited for our first day," Renai beamed like a child, oblivious to the hateful gazes everyone passed her.

The girl looked at her as if she had grown two heads. What was she talking about? Nothing made sense to her. "Wh..what are you trying to say? What learning? What journey?" She asked.

Renai's smile chopped down a little. She couldn't decipher whether she was unaware of the facts or this girl. "I'm talking about the training, we are going for a training, right?" It took everything in her to say it. Anxiety and apprehension were killing her inwardly.

"Have you gone mad, you tiny slut? What are you talking about?" This time, the reply didn't come out of the girl's mouth, it was prompted by the woman who was giving her stingy eye from the beginning of the ride. Renai blinked at her, not knowing what to ask as her heart lurched in her throat. Fear crawled over her skin. Her words reminded her of her aunt. She called her slut.

"Leave her alone, Aketa. She is crazy," Another woman sitting beside her coaxed the fuming lady. Renai lowered her eyes as humiliation filled her chest. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

The next moment, the carriage halted. There was a vague melody of drum beating coming from miles away. The dutch door barged open. Officer Larford stepped aside and silently asked all of them to step down. Renai was first to take the lead. Her movement wasn't as reluctant as the rests. Others took longer than a sleeping turtle in stepping out.

A powerful gust of wind hit her face, flying her hair in the air. She closed her eyes and pulled a long breath. She was here. Finally, her life had gotten better. She leisurely opened her eyes and looked around. She could see a huge gate miles away from here. Their carriage dropped them at a backside of a huge government property. This had to be a government property as no commoner could afford it singlehandedly. She craned her neck to see the building towering enough to shake hands with the light blue sky.

Her heart raced in ecstasy. This was her new home, at least for a few weeks.

Again, a snivel crossed her ear. This time, she found someone else weeping. Her brow creased a big frown. What was wrong with them?

Everybody was entering the building in a queue. Officer Larford turned around and beckoned to step in. She hauled down her head and jogged inside. Stepping down, she realised it was a basement where they were headed. She flinched hearing Officer Larford locking the door. Her heart rate accelerated. Something her guts indicated wasn't going right. She took some heavy breaths and shook her head, calling it a devil whisper.

Climbing down, her eyes first noticed sconces were holding candles on the wall. She reached two corridors, one on her right and the other led to the straight path. There were no signs of her escorts down here, as if they disappeared in thin air. Only she had to follow her guts which advised her to take the straight walk. She sighed loudly and chose to listen to her intuition.

There was a door at the end of the corridor. She curled her hands into fists as she strode closer to the door. Her throat perched due to anxiety but she held her hopes high. Nothing would happen to her. Officer Larford ensured her that it was a safe and family-friendly institution, and also, Madrix was the one who helped her find this opportunity. If he had sensed fraudulence, he would have never let her come here. This was a safe and authentic place. She needed to stay optimistic. Renai kept consoling her trembling heart who had other opinions.

She halted before the shut door. With a bated breath, she raised her shaky hand and feebly pushed the door to open. The door widened with a creaking sound. She stepped in with quivering steps. Her vision blinded due to zero beam of light present behind the door.

"H..Hello?" Her quivering voice echoed in the place. Terror crawled from her toes to the pit of her stomach. She gulped, her chin wobbling.

"Ladies...are you there?" She meekly whispered and stepped ahead, going further into the dark. The hair on her nape erected creepily. Her heart was on the verge of giving up due to the wit-scaring aura around her.

"God, have mercy on me," She looked up, in anticipation of finding a lantern or something. The blinding darkness was the root cause of her scared heart. Moreover, she was afraid of darkness when it'd get quiet.

Just as she moved two steps away, a loud thud rived her eardrums and made her jump off the ground. She turned around and found the door shut. It was completely dark now. No ounce of light from anywhere. Her heart sprung into her mouth as she sightlessly dashed in the direction of the door. She slammed the door as loudly as she could.

"Please open the door. I'm inside here. please..please...please!!" Her voice came out as screech as she continued to slam the door.

"Help! Anyone..I'm here! Please, open the door!" Tears streamed down her eyes as desperation to break free from here drove her to the worst point. She slammed her fists and thud the door with all the power she had.

"Please, open it! I'm scared!" Her sobs cracked out. She continued to beat the strength out of the door but nobody came for her recovery. The darkness was eating her insides and she knew if this door wouldn't open in a minute or two, she would collapse out of fear. Her sobs were echoing in the dark hall, she slumped abasing the door and huddled, constantly pleading the door to open.

Why did fate hate her so much? First, her mother died, her father never cared for her, she lost her best friend and went to a totally different state as someone's slave as her punishment. Why did fate choose this life for her? Did God not love her? Was he upset with her? she tried to make up to him then why wasn't He forgiving her? She had always been a staunch devotee. She had always believed in him no matter what. Then why was he making her go through it? She grumbled mouthlessly while weeping.

Tears had surged down for didn't know how long. She kept mumbling to let her go and just like that, hours went by. Her head was too heavy to stay awake due to crying and stress. She rested her head against the door and shut her eyes.

Even if she had her eyes open, she felt like sleeping in a grave.

Her lips curled into a rueful smile. Maybe, this was really her grave. Maybe, she had really stepped into the pit of hell.

A playful chuckle left her mouth and with that, her head gave in to sleep.

***

It was time when the King had to take the princess to his room. For she was his concubine and it was a tradition to consummate the bride and show her virgin blood to the elders of their royal family to prove the innocence of the princess. The priest ended the sacred prayer and graced the couple with his blessing. Arlet was now sitting beside the king, who was now her husband.

Deep down, she knew he would be her first one but she would be among one of the countless ones. For the king could have common women to seek mental pleasure from but a true princess shall keep her virtue safe for her husband, and that's what princess Arlet tried to do. She tried to keep her innocence for the one man who could have anyone he desired and marry many women of his choice. And no questions would be asked because he was the powerful and mighty king.

The thought of sharing him killed her merriment a little.

"I shall command you to take your pure wife and seek pleasure out of her as a reward of this sacred union," The Priest permitted in his powerful tone. The king and his concubine stood and curtsied before the father.

"I shall waste no more time to pursue the convention," The king mumbled while still in bowing position.

"Very well, my Lord, you shall rise," The father replied and both of them complied.

He looked at his mother who passed him a smile. He stepped toward her and gripped her hand, bringing it closer to his mouth. Meriall smiled beautifully and ran a hand over his face.

Wordlessly, he retreated and went back to grab Arlet's hand. He led the way out of the hall while everyone clapped. For they knew tonight was going to be the night of celebration for the whole kingdom.

Zebian was walking steps-to-steps inside the hall but as soon as the door behind them closed. His grip on her hand tightened and with no precaution, he started dragging her to somewhere with heavy, long steps. Arlet, who was feeling all flowers and blooms, voluntarily gaped at his back but didn't dare to make a sound. Maybe, he was in a rush to consummate the marriage.

They stormed past the royal guards and reached a chamber, which was apparently not his. No, not at all.

It was a common harem which was also in use by royal guards and servants. She frowned, realising he was actually taking her in one of the rooms of this harem. Blinking horrifyingly, her tongue couldn't hold back a question.

"Why are we headed here, your majesty?" She mumbled as softly as she could, whereas he continued to drag her until they reached the last room of the corridor.

He slammed open the door and took her inside, slamming it shut behind her. It was a cosy room but not as huge as a royal room. And besides, she was to have her room decorated for her first night but here, only two mere candles were lit on each nightstand and moonlight graced their eyes with some light to adjust.

"Y..your majesty, we were to..."

"Step near the footboard and kneel," He cut her short by commanding in a cold tone. She gulped as a chill coursed down her spine. She was stunned to her spot.

Zebian walked ahead while taking off his cape and royal garment, leaving himself shirtless and only in pants. Arlet's eyes snapped at his flexible back. Each muscle flexed as he made a mere movement. She gulped again, this time in the taste of lust.

Her feet, of their own accord, charged closer to the footboard. Zebian turned around and saw her kneel all the while staring into her blue eyes. Her flared gown billowed out around her like a cage. He kept staring at her with a blank face.

"Strip," That single word induced a smile on her lips. It was enough to make her submit to himself. She meekly turned down her gaze while pulling her sleeves below her chest. Just as the cloth shed from her skin, his eyes plopped on her creamy-white breasts that puckered out in desperation to be held.

She skilfully freed herself from the layers of clothes and tossed it away. Kneeling before him, under his mercy. Her hands rested on her thigh as she hopelessly waited for his touch. Zebian puffed his chest with air and stepped toward her in all his glory. His hand inclined toward her face as he softly grazed his fingers on her cheek. Her eyelids surrendered and she let out a shaky breath. Going crazily desperate to have him.

His eyes zeroed in on her parted mouth. He trailed down his index finger and shoved it in her mouth. She closed her warm mouth around his finger and greedily sucked it like a candy. Her eyes were closed as if she was living up to this moment. Her tongue skilfully wandered around his digit. He pulled it out with a plop. She bit ger lip as she started missing him already. Zebian clutched her jaw firmly, making her shoot her eyes up. Lust was written all over her face. His jaw clenched. Such a fucking desperate whore that she was.

"What shall you desire, my concubine?" He asked gently but his tone gave away some roughness that he could hardly control back.

"It is you that I shall desire, my lord," She whispered sensually, her chin quivering either from desire or fear.

"Are you eager to please your lord?" He tilted her chin to scrutinise her eyes.

"How could I not for this honour?" She replied. Without seeking his permission, she lifted her hands and took them to his pants' zip. He didn't complain either. A smirk tried to leak from the outer of his lips but he concealed it. This was too soon to let her know.

She raised her gaze from her pants to him, requesting him to permit her. "Take it down with your teeth," She blinked at him, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"It is my command," He asserted. She nodded a single time and stood on her knees to lean her face and grip the waistband with her teeth and slid it down. Just as she did, his semi-erect cock sprung out. She gaped at it and felt water filling her gums.

"Work your hand on it," He commanded again. She lifted her hand and wrapped it around his thick and huge length, even when it was not hardened. She was aware he would be big. This man stood six feet four or five inches tall. His weight was no less than a giant's, then what did she expect? He had to be big but it was more than she expected.

Her hand stroked against his shaft in an up-and-down motion. He gulped as his eyes closed. He imagined her in the place of this whore. Her laughter broke down in his mind. She was running and he was chasing her. This was his memory of them. A smile hit his lips. He fisted his hand. His mind pictured them huddled against the tree as he rubbed his groin on her clothed cunt.

She was gasping, her head was tipped back while he looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Ah..yes...yes...yess," He groaned, feeling millions of sensations building down his lower area.

Arlet looked at him and smiled triumphantly, he was liking it. She sped up and he squeezed his eyes, imagining her hand massaging his cock. "Oh yeah, yes...just like that," He bit his lip as his shaft now stood erect in its wake.

Arlet licked her lips and stopped her hands. She glanced at the lost man and moved closer to take his mushroom tip inside her mouth. She took the crown in and sucked it. Zebian gasped a breath and tossed his head back, heaving a groan. His rose was kneeling before him and giving him what he crazily, urgently, intensely needed.

Arlet slid the whole length inside her warm cavity and let her tongue dance on his veiny boner. He stifled a growl at the back of his throat as she heavily sucked it, taking the life out of his thing. He looked in pain but didn't say anything to her as it was his rose's first time pleasuring him. He would take it slow with her.

"Slow it down, rose. Give it gentle strokes...love it like it's your baby, show me how much you love me, rose." He guided her as he held the back of her head and bobbed her head smoothly. Arlet let him do whatever he wanted. In the next moment, he moved his hips against her mouth and slammed till she was overly full. Her saliva leaked from the edges of her stuffed mouth. His legs trembled every time his tip hit her jiggly vocal cord. Her gags were turning him on.

He violently thrust inside her sweet mouth until he reached his high and shot a cum down her throat. Arlet was desperate for oxygen but he cum choked her. Swallowing it in, she pulled it out of her mouth and bore a hysteria of coughs. Her mouth greedily gulped the bulks of air.

Meanwhile, Zebian was still flying in his high, in his mind. He looked down at his rose who had his semen leaking out from the edge of her mouth. He cleaned it with his thumb and shoved the thumb inside her mouth.

"I want you to take every drop of me," He sensually mumbled while intoxicatedly staring into her innocent eyes. She faintly nodded her head and sucked his thumb, bursting open the doors of utopia for him.

Arlet gazed up and still found his eyes closed. Her smile forgot to behave as she felt victorious. After all, she pleased the king it seemed.

"My lord, should you crave more, I shall present my services to you," Arlet stood up on her knees and heatedly gazed at him. Zebian's eyes snapped open with her voice. The curtain of indifference unveiled when he discovered himself in the room with his concubine kneeling and panting. He looked down and a sudden rush of rage coursed down his face.

Just as she was about to grip his shaft to pump him. He hoisted his leg on her chest and shoved her to lay on the ground. She, who least expected it, gaped at him with astonished eyes.

"My lord," She whispered horrifiedly.

"Keep your hands to yourself, you maiden. You shall seek my permission before you touch me," he growled and pressed his foot against her heart. The pressure was crushing her.

"M..my l..lord...p..please,"

"Do you desire this marriage to be consummated?" He asked, not withdrawing his foot.

Arlet had no clue what to answer. So she just said what came to her mind. "My d..desires are your servant, it..is you who...who shall decide," She spoke with great difficulty as her heart rate madly jackhammered against his foot.

Zebian smirked. "Very well." He replied and lifted his foot while pulling his pants up.

"Then, I would love to see my concubine exploring her carnal depth," He said as he leaned against the wall, shirtless and muscular as merciless hell.

Arlet gulped, looking at the muse of perfection grinning at her. His one move and she was swept off her feet. "Yes, my majesty, I shall love to," She retorted, her hands supporting her weight as she rested on them.

He cocked his head and pouted mischievously. "Kolton!" He shouted, flinching Arlet and making her wide eyed. With one command, Kolton stormed inside the room and bowed.

"Your majesty," He stood behind Arlet whose rear was under his gaze's radar but he shall not dare to look at her. For she was Majesty's concubine.

"Lift my concubine and hurl her on the bed," He commanded supremely with his hands clasped behind his back. Kolton lifted his eyes in shock and looked at him. Zebian raised his right brow.

"Kolton, lift her up," He growled lowly.

Kolton gulped and gave a faint nod before walking closer to Arlet. She was staring at the king in disbelief when Kolton came to lift her up. His clothes arm beneath her the skin of the naked thigh woke her from the trance. She stirred in his hold and instantly cupped her breasts.

"No..please..don't," She pleaded weakly. Zebian smirked, enjoying her discomfort.

Kolton took her to the bed and hurled her as he was ordered. Arlet bounced on the bed twice before looking at them.

"Strip, Kolton," Zebian commanded again. Kolton silently took a deep breath. He realised where this was going. Without giving him a chance to repeat, he started taking off his clothes while Arlet stared at him in utter denial.

"No...no...no...my lord...not this," She crawled back on the bed and pinned herself against the headboard.

"But you said you wanted it," Zebian feigned concern. She shook her head in shock.

"Not anymore?" He put on a sardonic pout. Tears streamed down her eyes and fed his sadistic side. He needed to see this. He needed to see more of it, along with her screams.

Kolton was naked when he turned to her. "Get in the bed," Kolton obeyed and climbed in, scaring Arlet to no end. She was shivering violently. This happened when someone tried to outplay the ruler. She thought he didn't know she was here with the intention of getting impregnated so that her father could kill him in a few months and conquer his throne. He wasn't unaware of this, but he could make her pregnancy wish come true.

"Get closer to her," Kolton crawled closer. Arlet sobbed helplessly.

"Kiss her," Kolton heaved a sigh and leaned forward to her trembling lips. She moved her head aside, making the moment difficult.

"Forcefully kiss her until her lips bleed," He shouted, flinching her more. Kolton waited no more and attacked his lips on her and mauled hers until she bled. Arlet sobbed in his mouth.

Kolton snaked his hand behind her back and made her lay on the bed with a push. "Get on top of her," Zebian walked freely around the footboard, watching the show with pride. Kolton mounted on top of her as commanded.

Zebian smirked wider. "Now, fuck her still she collapses," This took Arlet's breath away. There was no way she was safe anymore. Kolton gulped down the lump of his throat and looked at her, who fell into mind-numbing shock.

With that said, he leaned closer to her body and adjusted himself outside her entrance. Zebian spared them a last look and walked away, smirking like a king who conquered Azura. Just as Kolton invaded her cunt, she let out a scream, fuelling Zebian's happiness.