Necros snorted and released me harshly, sending me to the gravel at his feet. “Pathetic. You’ve only done two nights, and you’re already a whimpering mess. I should have had you properly trained befor
e our wedding night. That’s what I did wrong, Valora, and I take responsibility for that. So I’m making it up to you the only way I know how.”
That was what he felt bad about? That he didn’t have me properly trained before? And he thought this would make up for it?
What a sick and twisted outlook.
I wasn’t that unskilled in the bedroom. He only cared about his own pleasure. How the hell was I supposed to enjoy that and wantonly desire to reciprocate?
Bastard.
He snapped his fingers, calling the guards. Two of them approached, one of whom reached down to pull me up to my feet by my hair.
“Well, I suppose at least you’ll experience some rest tonight,” Necros muttered. “Garul isn’t exactly known for his stamina in the bedroom—a sad trait of his demon nature. Still, he’s known for his dark preferences, which will no doubt expand your horizons. Even beyond last night.” That last part was said with a wicked twinkle in his eye, one that bespoke of his approval regarding his favorite lieutenant’s treatment.
I’m glad I killed him, I thought. I only wish I could do it again.
Necros took his leave without another word, leaving me to be dragged by the guards up to the room of my partner tonight. My skull ached from the treatment of the one to my right while my arm bruised beneath the cement grip of the guard to my left. I was almost thankful when they dumped me unceremoniously into the new quarters.
The guards bowed at an older demon who sat reading in a comfortable chair in the corner. He finished his page before climbing to his feet, then waved the guards away.
“Valora. It’s a pleasure. My name is Garul.” He helped me to my feet. A kindness lurked at the forefront of his expression, but behind it lay the lust-filled mask all these men wore when in my presence.
Why wasn’t I born ugly?
Garul dropped his trousers and pulled out his cock, not wasting a second.
I stumbled back on instinct alone, trying to escape. No. Not again. Fuck!
“Don’t move,” he snapped, the kindness charade disappearing into an expression of stark need.
My feet wobbled as I forced myself to stand still, my heart beating a chaotic rhythm in my lungs.
I can’t do this again, I thought, breaking inside. I… I can’t.
Take control, Valora, a warm voice whispered. Exhaust him before he does the same to you.
Adrik?
Take control, Valora, he repeated.
Are you in here somewhere? I wanted to look around, but that would seem suspicious to the man who bore down on me, stroking his cock to full hardness.
“So pretty,” he mused, his licentious gaze roaming over my dress.
I gulped.
“Lower your top. I want to see your breasts.”
My hands shook as I lifted them to my shoulders where the material of my dress sat. A small tug and I’d expose my breasts to Garul.
Take control Valora, Adrik growled. You can do this.
I-I can’t. I don’t know how.
Garul glared at me. “I’m waiting, and I should warn you, I’m not a patient man.”
You’re stronger than the Queen of Noxia herself, Adrik said. Just give him what he wants. Exhaust him. Trust me.