CHAPTER SEVEN

In a room, large and spacious with high ceilings that are adorned with intricate carvings and frescoes. The walls are lined with gold and silver accents, and large windows let in plenty of natural light, casting a warm glow throughout the space. One would be struck by its grandeur and opulence, as soon as they stepped in.

Along the walls are elegant tapestries, depicting scenes of battles and triumphs, and tall candelabras that cast flickering shadows across the room. The floors are made of polished marble, gleaming in the light and reflecting the grandeur of the surroundings. This was the prince's room and only the royals in the palace had rooms, this big to themselves.

In the center of the room sits a massive, King sized bed, adorned with a velvet cover. Prince Rohan sat on the bed, bare-chested. His eyes surveyed the room, as he had just woken up.

Soon, a light knock came on the door and after he had granted access, it was pushed open and a servant walked in with a tray of food.

“Your highness." She greeted him as she inclined her head, after dropping his food on a table. She moved toward a corner and gulped, just as she did so.

This was what she was meant to do, as a servant here. They, the servants, were to take orders from their superiors and depending on their superiors, the rules applied differed.

Prince Rohan had more female servants than males and had ordered the females to take turns satisfying him in the morning as they brought breakfast to him and at night as well.

“Go, wash up." He said to her and she nodded but before she could go, he stopped her. “What's your name?" He asked her and she nervously turned to face him.

“Layla." She responded before he nodded but as she took a step, he stopped her again.

“Take off your clothes now." He ordered and she gawked at him for a while before she nodded and took off her clothes, piece by piece.

“Stare at the mirror." He ordered with a stern look on his face and she obliged without complaint, as she dragged her feet toward the mirror in the room and stared down.

When she looked up, she saw Rohan reflected in the mirror. He was naked, standing right behind her. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrists and twisted them harshly.

“Ouch!, Your highness it hurts." she gasped.

“Sshhh, don't struggle. Enjoy it," he whispered.

Layla tried to push the Prince over her, but he was much stronger than her. He simply pushed her toward the bed, holding her down with his body and pinning her arms above her head. With his one free hand, he began groping her breasts. Layla was too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe this was happening. She shrieked when Rohan spread her legs and pressed his hard cock against her pussy.

“No, wait!" she wailed.

This was going to be her first time with the prince and she was nervous as she had overheard the other servants, complaint about how rough he was.

Rohan began to circle the head of his dick around Layla's clit. The hairs of her bush tickled a bit but he could tell her cunt was getting moist from the attention it was getting. He wasn't going to wait any longer. With a rough push, he slammed himself deep inside her.

“Aaaaaah!" she gasped.

He'd done it. He was inside her now. He began to rock in and out, fucking her wet pussy. Layla whelped with each thrust, as her eyes filled with tears. Unrepentant, Rohan took one of her breasts and kneaded it roughly, sucking and biting on her nipple. He did not care if she was hurt, since she could simply just heal from whatever injuries he inflicted on her.

He briefly pulled out, then lifted Layla's legs onto his shoulders, and resumed fucking her. She tried to push him off of her again, but Rohan was too strong and did not relent. He pounded away, enjoying every second of his violation of her body. And so was she, no matter how much she would try to deny it, her body ached for the attention and gave in, despite Layla's protests.

“Please...no more..."

“You like it. Don't deny it, You bitch. Fuck!," He gasped.

Her breasts jiggled up and down with every thrust. She kept pleading for him to stop, but these became few in between as he went on. Once again, her body was reacting against her wishes. An orgasm was being built inside her. Her body was warm and drenched in the scent of lust, mingling with Kevin's scent. A primal urge had overtaken them both, and they enjoyed the fuck out of it.

“Fuck me, your pussy is so fucking wet," Rohan grunted.

“Please, don't do this..." she moaned.

“Why not? Don't you like it, you fucking whore?!"

Hesitation was written all over her face. She wasn't crying. She was looking him straight in the eye and grunted along. Her pussy clenched around his cock. Rohan laughed. He knew that look.

“You're loving this, aren't you? You love having your cunt pounded by me."

Layla squinted her eyes. Through gritted teeth, she admitted the shameful truth.

“Yes...yes, Goddammit. I love you fucking my pussy."

“Say it right. You love what in your where?"

“Your cock. I love your cock up my cunt."

“What is your cunt like?"

“Wet, sloppy, and horny for you. Please fuck me. Fuck me harder," she moaned.

Rohan did just that. He pounded away, spreading her legs as far as they could go. With her hand, Layla rubbed her clit. Her other hand pinched her nipples. Rohan fucked her roughly and vigorously. She was a whore. A whore for him, one he could fuck without repercussion. This thought turned him on even more.

Layla's body began to writhe. Her gasping became more paced. She moaned loudly with each thrust of Rohan's cock. To her shock, she was on the verge of orgasm. She could feel it rising. Her pussy was on fire! Her toes curled and nearly scratched Rohan's skin.

“Aaaah...no...I'm...I'm cummmiiiiing!!"

Layla gasped for air. It was the most intense orgasm her body ever went through. Luckily, she was also a vampire and so, her body was able to handle Rohan's roughness.

Rohan pushed his cock inside her as far as it could go. Layla was spent. Her whole body trembled from the euphoria of her orgasm. When she caught her breath, she tried to look away from her assailant. She felt humiliated, and to top it off, climaxed from being used. What was happening?

Rohan pulled himself from her wet pussy. He was far from done with her, though. He took Layla by the arm and pulled down the bed. She didn't struggle but didn't understand what was going on.

“What...why are you?"

“Sssh, quiet," he grunted. "On your knees."

She did as she was told. Within seconds, Rohan pushed his dick against her lips. She was going to suck him off. When she refused to comply, he pinched and twisted her earlobes.

“Open up!" he hissed.

She did. With little regard, Rohan jammed his cock deep into her throat. She gagged and slapped him on the hips, but nothing could deter him now. He thrust his cock back and forth, sliding it over the tongue. At some points, he would hold her head and push her onto his cock and hold it. She felt like she couldn't breathe. The pressure built up in Rohan's balls. That tingle. He couldn't hold back.

“Aaah, fuck," Rohan moaned. "I'm cumming. Aaah, you dirty slut!"

He pulled out from her mouth and aimed it right at Layla's face. An explosion of semen flung onto her face. She closed her eyes just in time, as his cum coated her face.

Taking what he wanted aroused him more than anything in his life. Watching his slave wince and sputter as he shot his load on her face was the greatest moment of his life.

She slid into the corner of the room holding herself. She inclined her head, feeling ashamed but still reeling from her orgasm.

“Clean yourself up. Now!" he hissed.

She rushed to the bathroom and soon, he could hear the water run. He never felt anything for any of his servants and their pleas for mercy were like the sound of sweet melodies in his ears. He would do anything to make them plead, even hurt them.

When she was done and had come out, he beckoned on her to come and as soon as she did, he leaned his face toward her neck. He opened his mouth and sank his fang into it, sucking her blood.

Vampires were not attracted to the blood of their kind, as it neither tasted very sweet nor made them stronger but the prince did not care.

Rohan couldn't deny the fact that human blood tasted sweeter than vampire blood but he was always attracted to the blood of the females, sweet or not.

“leave." He said as he moved his face, leaving a bloody mess on his mouth and her neck. He shut his eyes as he savored the taste of her blood.

The servant bowed as her eyes felt dizzy from almost being sucked dry and managed to walk out of the room after he had ordered her to call in a new servant to clean up the mess.

The prince walked toward the wardrobe and taking out a towel, he wrapped it around his waist. The door to his room opened and his eyes darted lazily toward the newcomer.

“What is it father?" He asked as he turned to stare at his father, who gave him a displeased look while he stood at the door's entrance.