Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Danika swiveled her head and stared at her. “You placed your foot in the path,” she told her bluntly.
Danika’s head whipped back at the force of the slap, but Vetta yanked her hair, forcing her head back to where she wanted it.
“You have no right to talk back to me! And you have no right to make such unfounded accusations!” she hissed.
Danika stared at the woman holding her hair. Her fingers itched to slap her back. The king’s mistress. How could she forget this woman? She hadn’t.
When Danika’s eyes held hers defiantly, Vetta tightened her grip on Danika’s hair. “Do well to avoid my path, Slave. The next time, I’m going to whip you!”
She released Danika’s hair, straightened to her full height, and walked away.
Danika watched her leave. She took deep breaths to calm the anger coursing through her.
It was the middle of the night, and Lucien was sleeping, but he woke to pleasure. He let out a low groan, his body hyper-tuned. A hot mouth sucked on his cock, licking hungrily at the seams of his scars, sending little electric sensations through him.
Lucien wanted to believe that it was Vetta pleasuring him in the middle of the night, but he knew it wasn’t her. He opened his eyes on the verge of release and saw Chad’s head bobbing up and down.
“Chad-” Lucien tried to dislodge the man, even as he tried to wake up from sleep completely.
Chad’s mouth let go of him with a pop, and he stared at him dreamily. “Lucien.” Then he lowered his head again and applied pressure that left Lucien on the very edge of climax.
Sleep fled Lucien’s eyes, and he pushed away from Chad-carefully, but firmly. He stared at the man who’d been with him through thick and thin-mostly thin.
Even when it was becoming too much for him and Lucien had wanted to give up, he would remember those two men first, then his dead family and then his people.
Lucien palmed his face. “We’re no longer in captivity, Chad. We are free. You’re no longer a slave,” he reminded him slowly, like he always did.
But Chad wasn’t there. Whenever he was like that, he was never mentally there.
Seeing the familiar dilated faraway look in Chad’s eyes, a mixture of lust and sleep, Lucien tugged his penis back into his pajamas and rose from the bed. “Come on, big guy.”
He urged him toward the bathroom and poured a full pail of cold water over Chad’s head. Chad sputtered and gasped and rubbed the water from his face.
His eyes widened. “My king!”
Lucien started for his bedroom in measured strides, leaving Chad to follow. Arousal beat hard at him, but he tried to push it to the back of his mind. He got to the bed and stared back at Chad again, who looked so horrified that he’d paled.
“I did it again, didn’t I?” Chad groaned miserably.
“You did.”
His knees hit the ground, and he lowered his head. “I’m so sorry, my ki-“
“Stop with the ‘my king,’ Chad. It’s the middle of the night and just us in here.”
Chad nodded once and swallowed guiltily. “I’m so sorry, Lucien.”
Lucien took a deep breath, staring at this man who’d been through hell with him, then he patted Chad’s shoulder. “Rise. Go back to your quarters and try to sleep. The doctor promised to get you the best medicine for this ailment. You will be fine again.”
Chad looked doubtful, but relieved. He rose and walked out of the room, apologizing once again.
Minutes later, Lucien went back to bed and tried to get the sleep that eluded him. He hadn’t slept well in the past fifteen years. Ever.
And now, arousal beat at him so hard, it was painful.
Lucien was having nightmares again. He frequently had nightmares, recalling those days in hell.
Tonight, though, the nightmare was about his second introduction as the king’s slave. Cone had so many personal slaves from both genders, but he took special interest in Lucien. Cone always made sure his treatment was different.
As a male, Cone fucked female slaves. That was the rule. It was entertainment. Then the men fucked the women while the kings ate and laughed… unless they wanted to fuck-introduce
-a female slave.
While they pumped the males with herbal drugs that made them take as many females as possible, it wasn’t enough for Cone.
Cone had tossed Lucien a small bottle. “I want you to fuck him,” he’d ordered.
Even in his dream, Lucien could still remember vividly checking the bottle and discovering a lubricant. He stared at Cone again.
Cone nodded. “I want you to fuck his ass, Slave-right here. Right now.”
Lucien stared at the ‘him’ in question, and it was Chad.
His second introduction was very traumatic because he’d been forced to fuck his servant, who had been with him since he was a boy. But Lucien did it, right there in front of everyone. They laughed and cheered and giggled whenever Chad cried out in pain. Lucien did his best not to make it hurt…at least right there.
It was just a nightmare. It’s just the past. The past can no longer harm me. I am free. I am a king now, not a slave.
Lucien recited that in his mind the exact way the mind healer told him to. He found himself calming down, coming back to himself.
He didn’t need a seer to tell him why his nightmare tonight featured his second introduction. It was because of hisinteraction with Chad. His second introduction had been the most traumatic for him-for Chad, too.
Only, he hadn’t known that Cone was just beginning.
After that horrible experience in the royal court, the order came more frequently for over eight years. It would be Chad, or any other male Cone wanted. Even after Cone had scarred Lucien’s phallus severely, he had still ordered it.
Those experiences affected him badly-made him the colder and harder man he was today. But for Chad, the experience scarred him more… mentally.
They trained slaves to get used to what they couldn’t change. Chad got used to it. He started craving it. His body got addicted to it-tohim. The best medicine man of the kingdom examined him and diagnosed him with a particular sleep disorder called Sexsomnia. According to the medicine man, it explained why Chad acted out sexual behavior even while he was still asleep. He said that Chad’s mind kept replaying experiences that were most traumatic for him; hence, he displayed them in his subconscious, his mind trapped in the past.
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