Chapter 4 Vortania

Marice's POV

I stepped out of Gavin's workplace. The buzzing streets were noisy. Market sellers were lousy around.

For a kingdom like Vortania, sex was one of the most common activities that even young ones were engaged in. There was no such thing as morality.

With the scarcity of women, sex hungry men would insert their cock in anything that looks close to a woman's private part.

Sex toys were one of the most lucrative markets in Vortania.

Some men had taken time to please each other, so that they no longer needed women or toys.

On the downside of Baron Hills Street, I made a swift turn into the buzzing market environment, and my gaze fell on the ugly scene.

A woman, a dirty woman, was chained to the wall, stripped naked, and two men were taking turns on her in the broad daylight.

Passers-by went on with their daily lives as if it weren't a big deal. Seeing the tears of the woman, I just imagined how exhausted she could be.

"Please, sir...I can't...Ahh!!" Her cries and whimpers rang aloud, but the men had gone deaf to her plea. I felt the urge to intervene, but I couldn't.

I can't be seen here. I clenched my fists. If I were a known woman and not of royal blood, this would've been my fate. Tears filled my eyes.

I closed my eyes and took the sharp, narrow path, abandoning the woman to her fate. There was nothing I could do for her now.

As I plodded through the narrow way, I heard a sharp cry. A manly voice. Then came a thrusting sound, a sharp sound of two surfaces.

I paused and looked into the corner, and I saw them.

A giant man, bent facing the wall, his back facing my direction, and a much smaller man behind him, pants down, hands on the bigger man's waist as he was pounding deep into his ass.

I swallowed hard. I could hear the whimpers and cries of the giant man, and I needed no one to tell me that he was in tears.

The brutal sound of the smaller man's thrust filled the aisle. "Please, Jethro! I've had enough! Ahhhh! Fuck!!!" The man cried, but his abuser wasn't stopping.

I held onto my sword, staring at the scene with satisfaction, and I felt no pain. I felt no anger. It was a man on the receiving end.

I stayed quiet, and I watched the smaller man drag the giant man away from the wall, and the man fell flat on the ground. His knees had gone weak.

The smaller man wasn't satisfied. He knelt between his legs and began to fuck deeper into his ass. I stayed for minutes, and the giant man's cries had turned to feminine moans.

He had lost it. When the smaller man finally growled facing the sky and took out his cock, I was dumbfounded.

That was the biggest monster cock I had ever seen. It was four times the size of the giant man's. I swallowed. That explains it.

He spilled his white semen all over the body of the giant man, and then I watched him raise his pants and turn around.

That moment, our gaze met, and he stuttered. "My prince?" He called with shock evident in his face.

I smiled and adjusted, giving him the chance to walk past. Without a word, he quickly rushed out of the vicinity.

I walked to the spot where the giant man lay. His eyes were closed, his heart beating hard.

His legs were trembling, and fresh tears were rolling down his face. I could hear his whimpers, and he was barely conscious. I smiled and turned, leaving him in his dreaded state.