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The Slave Queen Ivona punishment
"What do you have to say for yourself?" I ask her. The cold chambers of the dungeons are unsettling but I wouldn't have it any other way for the prisoners. I hold up the torch to peer at her through the bars.She's curled up in a ball on the ground, shivering and sobbing quietly. I glare at her, but I laugh at her pain. "So… how does it feel? Alone and powerless.""Fuck you," she manages to spit out at me through her hiccupping sobs. "I hate you. You're barbaric.""Well," I set the torch on the wall before curling my fingers around the bars of the dungeon cell. I give her a sinister smile. "I suppose I am barbaric. After all, I am the king of the barbarians."She sobs even louder because she knows that her beloved prince, my cousin brother, is gone now that I'd killed him. All chances that she had were completely wiped off of the board now that my cousin was permanently six feet under the earth."I wish you died," she wails. "It's not fair. You stole Red Fox's throne. It was his des
The Slave Queen The baby is born
She hands me a small mirror and I hold it up, looking at my hair. It's intricately braided, and wisps of my glossy chestnut curls hang out around my face. "I love it as well," I say with a small chuckle. "You should be named my personalbraider," I joke."Well," Evalyn says. "Anything's better than being a whore."She meant it as a joke, but I hear what she's saying. When I first came here, the men were so disrespectful towards me.Even though I no longer have to endure that kind of humiliation, my friends still have to."Once this war is resolved, I'm going to talk to Cesar about the harem," I say to her. Evalyn just laughs her tinkling laughter."And say what? Cesar, before he met you, was a lover of whores. He'd fuck every night. He took pride in his harem, holding beauties from far and wide." Evalyn tells me.This upsets me. "But to put you all on display for the eyes of cunt-hungry men…do you not find it shaming?""Of course I do," the pixie replies. "But think of Cesar will thin
The Slave Queen Holding baby for the first time
Cesar comes into the throne room after me, standing with his hands on his hips and looking at our thrones. "You have been in here for quite the long time," he whispers with a little quirk of his lips."Well, your son is quite captivated by it. Especially your throne," I comment, stroking Wolf Claw's soft black hair."Tell him he cannot have my throne quite yet," Cesar chuckles. "He has much to learn from his father."I smile at him. He says those words with such pride. "Would you like to hold him?" I ask. Cesar hasn't held our son since his birth. He turns to face me, looking down at the small child resting in my arms.I hand Wolf Claw up to Cesar. My husband looks completely shocked at how truly tiny our child is. Such a large, muscular beast of a man holding a sweet little baby is a sight to see. A weakness is Wolf Claw to Dances With Wolves.I walk behind him, my head coming up to the middle of his back. I kiss his scars, skirting my fingers across his hot, smooth skin. He turns hi
The Slave Queen Because you wanted me
"I'd stay with you in that position forever if we could, but we've got a shagali to host. We cannot keep our guests waiting for too much longer."So he sits on the bed, a sweaty, beautiful, muscular beast of a man and watches me dress. He licks his lips like an animal eyeing up his prey. I only laugh at him and continue to pin my silks in place.I bite one of the pins in my mouth and try to pin my top cloth to the bottom one but I'm not having much luck. I don't even have to ask him to help me because he's already by my side. He pins the silks in place, skirting his warm fingers across my skin.I pin up my curls into a thick twist and place my crystal crown overtop of my head. Cesar smiles at me. He then kisses the scar running across my back. "If you say this scar is part of you, then I will love every part of you."He makes me glow with every word he says. My blush spreads from my cheeks all the way up to the very tips of my ears. He gets dressed beside me, slipping on his red silk
The Slave Queen Marrying Iron Coyote
No, he seems to say. This is only the beginning.I know now that we can overcome any conflict. We'd just overcome the hardest one yet, and we'd still managed to hoist ourselves over those rocky cliffs of trouble, run across the dying badlands of war, and avoid the malicious grasp of Death.I look him in the eyes and he nods his head at me.Because even if the whole world was on fire, we'd just kiss in front of the flame.MRUDULA POVI am fully healed now thanks to Prince Iron Coyote. He hadn't left my sight since all this happened. He even refused to lead the troop so he could stay with me all the time.I went to Michelle and Elizabella sometimes to play with their cute newborns. After seeing them I too wish to feel this bond myself." What is consuming your thoughts, Princess?" He asked me while changing his Shagali dress into his comfortable woolen shirt and pants." Prince, I have been keeping it to myself for too long. I just can't fight it anymore. My mind is fighting with my bra
The Slave Queen Lucas
VIOLET-BLUE EYES watched the amber liquid swirl in the thick crystal glass. Now and then they shifted to the busy boulevard outside the limousine. He smiled to himself; it was a typical Friday night in Los Angeles everyone and their dog were out tonight. That's one of the reasons Lucas liked living here because the only difference between the night and day was the light. Then the crowds would shift from the streets to the clubs and provide him with the cover he needed. Lucas was on his way to a late gathering himself. He took a drink from the glass and shifted his gaze shifted to a group of four young men walking along the sidewalk, obviously with too much liquor in them by the way they clung to each other to keep themselves upright. He gave a faint smile at the lewd whoops and hollers they emitted as they passed by a group of young ladies. Physically Lucas looked about their age, when in fact he was much older. Usually, he liked to enjoy life the way they were, but unlike that
The Slave Queen Elsa-Part || of the story
The driver wasn't in that group; therefore, he would live this night. He would have used hisdriver, but this man insisted on sending his own. Lucas didn't want to lose the deal over such a petty thing and he was hungry, so he agreed. He figured it was just a control issue Michael Reese had. Suddenly, his thoughts were violently interrupted by a powerful alluring feeling that enraptured his whole body like an electrical current. He shot forward in his seat, “Pull over.” Hespoke calmly to the driver despite his inner turmoil.“But sir, Mr. Rease said to…” The driver began to politely protest while looking over his shoulder warily.“I advise you to listen.” Jason immediately warned followed by a chilling stare at the driver. Fool, he thought.Lucas knew from Jason's menacing protective behavior that he flashed his eyes from dark brown to their animalistic amber. It was confirmed by the man palings several shades and instantly complying without another protest followed by „yes sir‟ wit
The Slave Queen Typical friday night
Elsa blushed yet again, but managed to smile at Linda's tease, “How long have we lived together?”“Point taken.” She giggled. Elsa was right; she should know her well by now. As she looked at her, the twinge of jealousy that haunted Linda resurfaced again and she did her best to squash it. She wasn't prepared for what she created. Elsa was indeed a rare beauty. Her heart-shaped face was complimented by striking emerald eyes, thick lashes, full lips, and high cheekbones. Linda had always envied Elsa's soft pale skin and flawless complexion. She never wore or ever needed to wear any makeup. Linda watched her absently sweep her naturally curly, ebony hair out of her face and off her shoulders so it cascaded halfway down her back. She silently scolded herself for her recently jealous feeling when Elsa shot her a vulnerable look of apprehension. She deserved a night of fun. Anyway, Elsa will be back to her no-shape clothes by tomorrow and the male species would still be hers for the cho
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