Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Finally, Danika changed her clothes and said goodbye to them and walked to the royal court.
She arrived at the door, and the guards opened it for her. There were two kings and the ministers of Salem. They were deep in discussion, and none of them paid her any attention. She sighed in relief.
Danka entered with her head bowed and walked straight to the throne. She lowered herself to her usual position. The king didn’t spare her a glance, and focused on the conversation.
Being so close to him again, his garment brushing her body, the scent of him warped her mind. She breathed deeply, the scent which took her back to the night before. The way she’d held on to him. The things she’d demanded from him. Red flushed her cheeks, and she swallowed tightly when her body went hot all over. She did her best to keep her mind from venturing that way again.
The kings went from one topic to another. They went over every petition, from taxes to crops. They postponed hunting game to the following day. King Philip dismissed his messenger and left because he had an emergency in his kingdom. The other kings continued the meeting.
Danika’s eyes gazed at the slaves that attended court. Each one of them seemed to have fun sitting at the foot of their masters, and making them feel good.’ Two of them were caressing their master’s body. The masters seemed to enjoy themselves. One of them unbuckled his leather pants, and the slave took at as her cue. She got in between his legs. Taking her master’s phallus in her hand, she caressed it playfully. Danika’s cheeks heated; she felt embarrassed for the girl. The girl seemed to be really enjoying herself.
Having been a slave for a while, Danika already knew how it was supposed to be in the slave world. Amongst themselves, the highest class of slaves were the king’s slaves. The master’s slaveswere the slaves for the privileged men and ministers. Then the slaves that work in the royal palace. Then the slaves that work at the homes of privileged people.
The lowest of slaves were those that only worked in the mines. Every slave worked in the mines, but there were those who did nothing more than that. They were those slaves that lived and breathed mining.
Even in the slave world, there was competition. Every slave’s dream was to become a king’s slave or master’s slave because of the attention they would get-because of the relative luxury and it made them feel special that they’re wanted by people of the upper class.
As Danika watched two slaves fight for who would suck their master’s thick organ, she concluded she could never understand them, or this world she found herself in.
King Lucien occasionally shot glances at Danika, and she wondered what those glances were about. His eyes scrutinized her face, and she got lost in the look, the world around her disappearing. Then his brow would knit together in a frown, like he was doing something he was not supposed to. He’d look away. If she didn’t know better, Danka would think that he couldn’t keep his eyes off her-that he couldn’t keep from staring at her. But she knew better.
The last time he scowled and averted his eyes, Danika took a deep breath regretfully. Shaking the thought from her mind. She reminded herself that she knew better.
This was King Lucien, who hated her with every breath in his body.
Finally, the meeting ended, and the entertainment started. Cooks served foods and drinks. So much to eat. So much to drink.
As they all ate, some slaves got on top of the table, dancing and swinging their beaded waists. At the other side of the courtroom, a master was roughly fucking his slave against the wall. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and hot, breathy moans filled the air.
As the entertainment heated further, Danika realised every slave was sexually pleasing their masters. The atmosphere sizzled with eroticism and sex. Some were kissing. Some took their master’s organ into their mouths and were sucking them. Some only caressed their master’s cocks.
King Lucien had a small writing table brought for him, which was positioned beside him, and he twisted his body a little to the side to reach the peace treaty note he was signing. Danika saw how busy he was-obviously not the least affected or interested in the atmosphere. It relieved her.
The relief was short-lived when she saw the way King Pesih was staring at her with lustful eyes. Two of his slaves were sucking him, but his interest was in her. He looked ready to give her an order to come and pleasure him, too.
Panic replaced relief. That day in the king’s chambers, Chad explained to her that anything could happen in court. Kings could issue any order at all in court. That she had survived the introduction ordered by the kings didn’t mean that she had escaped other kinds of orders and compulsion from them.
She sneaked another peek at him, and his calculating eyes were still on her. She needed to keep occupied like the others so that the hateful king who almost killed Sally wouldn’t order her to do something to him. Or do something to her.
She didn’t give herself time to think about it-to think about how he didn’t like to be touched. To think about how this would be the first time she’d done something like this. To think about how he never wanted her to see any part of his body.
Danika straightened and crawled in between the king’s legs. When she put her hands on him and pushed aside his kingly garment, he stiffened at the contact. And when she opened the fly of his pants, his hand paused on the scroll.
He stared down at her.
HER TOUCH
Vetta glared at the maid who was pulling the stocking up her leg. “Is that how a stocking is supposed to be!?” she shouted angrily.
Uyah’s eyes widened in fear. “I-I’m so sorry, Mistress!” She pulled the stockings off and started afresh.
“Useless idiot. You can’t do anything right,” Vetta snapped angrily at her.
Uyah’s hands were shaking as she finished working the stockings up the mistress’s legs. She got up and walked behind the mistress to work on the fastening of her buttons. Uyah did her best to hold the corset together as she tied the lacing. She was almost done when the lacing unfastened, and the corset came loose again.
Vetta groaned angrily. She turned around and stuck Uyah across the face. “You can’t do a thing right!”
The girl’s eyes watered as her cheek stung, and she blinked rapidly. “I’m really sorry, m-Mistress.”
Uyah started working on the lacing again, while Vetta bloomed with anger. The thoughts of Danika infuriated her. It kept her in an awful mood.
That dirty slave spent the night with the king. Not once, but twice! She’d tried to punish her, and the king had intervened-just like he did that day in the dungeon.
The thoughts weren’t sitting well with Vetta. That bitch. She knew the king hated Danika, but she couldn’t help thinking that the bitch was a few steps away from finding favor with him. She’d tried to keep herself from thinking about the things that must have gone on in the nights the king spent in Danika’s arms. Vetta wondered if Danika slept on the bed or on the floor like a slave should. Did he take her on the table? Or in the bed?
Why did the king allow her to spend the night in his bedroom at all?
“All done, m-Mistress,” Uyah whispered finally, her voice trembling.
“Get out of my room,” Vetta said angrily. The girl disgusted her because she was not in her societal class. None of them were. And she wanted more prestige. She might have been born a slave, but she swore that she’d never be a slave again.
She was now a mistress to a king, which was one of the highest ranks any woman could wish for. But there was more. She wanted more. She could be more.
She could be queen.
She just had to gain more attention from the king. She had to get him completely focused on her and not the bitch, Cone’s daughter. It was time she paid a visit to the healer of fertility that lived outside town. She never wanted to have a child, but maybe it was okay to have one-if the child would be a means to having the king to herself.
She stared at herself in the mirror and smiled. If she could carry the king’s child, she could have Lucien completely. She knew this like she knew the back of her hand.
She would carry his child, she vowed.
King Lucien stared down at Danika. “What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, scowling.
“I-I…” Danika snapped her mouth closed, her eyes wide with panic and desperation. She looked behind her, her eyes landing on King Pesih, who was still watching her.
King Lucien’s eyes followed hers and he discovered what was happening. She stared up at him again, willing him to understand. He leaned back on his huge gold throne and his eyes watched her. The scowl was still on his face.
Danika was sure that he’d punish her for this later; she was very sure of that. But it didn’t matter. Whatever punishment he had for her was better that whatever was going through King Pesih’s head. The same king that cut Sally up like a chicken, thinking he was cutting her.
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