Terrielle, Hayll
He felt sick. Hopefully Marian would understand. "I'll submit."
"Good and just so you know if you don't do what I tell you to then you will be entertaining my first circle until you die."
"I understand." He swallowed hard. He knew what was coming and hated it.
"Good then let me go get my sister. She's nice and ripe to catch your seed. And you will give it to her."
No. She may make him bed a bitch but she would never force him to give a seed to anyone other than his wife. Hell he had been married nearly 11 years before Marian had convinced him to give her a child.
Moments later another woman came up to him. I was too dark to take in all of her features but he saw enough that she had long hair and decent curves. She was hesitant which was something he didn't expect. Then he caught her scent… Hearth witch…a purple dusk hearth witch.
He wanted to curse. Someone had been finding out things about him… and when he found out how… oh the blood would run. Even If that meant purging Ebon Rih to do it.
Slowly she undid her dress and let it fall to the ground. She didn't mount him like he had expected instead… her mouth closed around his organ. If Marian had done this he might find it pleasing for her to be doing it… his blood boiled.
"I thought men liked being licked."
Her voice was like a gentle breeze. Damn her for that. "Only by my wife."
Her lips came close to his ear. "Forget about her prince… My sister will kill her if you keep fighting this."
She would have to get past Daemon and the High Lord plus his demon dead family first. In a whisper he said, "She will never get near her."
"She got you didn't she?"
She had only gotten to him because he was a fool to leave the Hall without a member of his family. He didn't want to talk. "Just get this over with."
"Have it your way." She pressed a drink to his lips. "It's not saffermate."
No it wasn't but it was something. "What is it?"
She held his nose shut until he swallowed the drink then waited before she said, "It will make you lose your seed."
"You bitch." He tried again to free his hands… intent on killing her.
Her hand came down hard across his face. "You don't have a say in this."
Red haze covered his eyes. She was marked for death. The bitch could hide and he would find her… oh yes he would.
When she finally mounted him he was already swelled and barely able to hold himself back. After a few thrust no matter what he did he couldn't hold back.
Over the next several hours he was given the drink four more times. Each time it worked faster. Each time he became so sensitive that just being mounted had him letting go of what he held most dear. By the fourth time she no longer had to milk him to have all of him.
"Was he pleasurable sister?" Claira came into the room as her sister had just finished dressing.
"Pleasurable hardly. But he was willing to let his seed rest inside me. Perhaps you'll get more excitement out of him."
"What do you say Prince… are you going to give me pleasure?"
He didn't want this. Submit or be cut up and dead before Daemon found him. "It will be hard to pleasure you while I'm tied." Band if she let him go her and her sister's blood would run.
"You'll manage."
Men in Terreille had a saying there were men who were ridden and men who were ridden to hard… and he had just been ridden too hard. Lucivar turned his head to the side and let the tears fall. The physical pain didn't bother him. The fact that Marian would never look at him again in the same way didn't bother him… the fact that he would never see his son grow up did.
"I think my first circle would enjoy you."
That snapped his attention. "You said…"
Claira gave him a sweet smile, "I said if you did what I told you to that I wouldn't butcher you." Then she whispered in his ear. "I lied."
"You whore." He saw her pick something up from the table. "No… don't…" He felt the sharp point between his legs. "Please." He tried to struggle. Tried to free himself. Tried to let the child go in order to save himself… and could do nothing.
He didn't know how long he laid there after she had cut into him but now a fire was burning a braiser. A metal rod was glowing red. They had planned on cauterizing the fresh wound before the males had their fun.
Already his body was going into shock. He would be dead by morning… of that he was sure.
Lucivar faded in and out of consciousness as the male pumped inside of him. It didn't matter what he did… the pain was all the same. This was the third male that was set to use him… the third out of twelve.
Another male voice. Young this time. "It's my turn."
"He needs the rod again… bleeding. Don't want to soil yourself." Words jumbled together. If the young man answered he didn't hear.
Burning pain once again… that made his brain work.
The young man clamped his hand down over his mouth. "Don't scream."
Breathing heavily he only nodded.
The man looked apologetic, "This is going to hurt but will help so you don't have to be burned again."
"Why are you helping me?" his voice came out as a pain filled mumble.
"Because I don't want to be doing this."
That simple… of course it wasn't, "Then why are you?"
He ignored the question and started to explain. "The Queen will check you make sure I'm… doing what they want me to do… but I'll come up with a reason to stay here a while longer."
"Why?" Lucivar almost laughed bitterly.
The man hissed, "Because they have my wife and daughter… my little queen. And you are the only one that can help me."
And that was enough reason for any man to fight back… If he could he would halp him because the daughter might be a queen… be he couldn't. "In case you haven't noticed I'm not well."
"No, but I can send a post quietly." His eyes held the same mischievous grin that Jaenelle always had just before she said, "I have a wonder idea."
"And that helps you? Are you insane? When my brother comes looking for me…"
Time was running out…"I don't care if he kills me. I want my daughter safe. Do we have a deal?"
Who could he trust? "Yeah… fine… deal."
"Good now hold still and don't make a sound."
The hot iron didn't hurt this badly but he didn't make a sound… then again his body wouldn't allow him to stay awake either.
When Lucivar came back around the male was pumping inside him. The Queen was having him whipped until he was giving her a good show. A metal bit was now in his mouth pressing on his tongue so he couldn't scream… couldn't talk.
"Make him arch his back." Claira told the male.
He had to do what his captors wanted…The male placed his hands under Lucivar's hips and pulled up. Bones snapped as the queen laughed.
The male groaned and stopped. "Lady if I may stop and play with him more later?"
"Oh very well. After all there are others who want to put him through his paces."
"Very well. I'll get him ready for his next mount."
"15 minutes. Or you'll be next to be under a male."
He waited till he heard the door shut then worked quickly. "You're not bleeding which is good." Carefully he untied the bit. "Where should I send the post?"
"The Hall. Kealeer."
"Too far. What's closer?"
"Dhemlan. The High Lord."
"Done." The man paused, "My name in Anton. The medicine will make you num. As long as they don't use anything other than themselves you'll be no worse than you are right now. But don't fight them. Submit."
"I don't submit very well."
"If you want to live then you very well will." He put the bit back. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Then his hand drifted back to the wound and something cold was pressed inside. "Medicine. When it warms it will enhance the male pleasure but numb you to the pain." He saw the questions in Lucivar's eyes. "Not all of the first circle enjoy this kind of pleasure. You even might find one or two that will only pretend."
