Lienna.
“Lie on the bed.” The words reverberated through me like a command, leaving no room for disobedience. My heart began to pound in my chest, threatening to break free from its confines. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took in a deep breath and began to walk towards the bed, my legs trembling with each step.
As I approached the bed, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. I had been in this situation before, and it never ended well. I climbed onto the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to delay the inevitable. Once I was settled, I buried my face into the soft bedding, willing myself to calm down.
But it was no use. I was already growing tense, my muscles coiled with anticipation, expecting the worst to happen. It felt like a reoccurring nightmare that refused to abate, a never-ending cycle of fear and submission.
While I lay there, I could feel his eyes on me, boring into my skin, making my flesh both crawl and grow warm. I knew he was watching me, waiting for me to make a move, to show some sign of resistance. But I had none left. I was exhausted, drained of all my fight. All I could do was lie there, frozen in fear, and wait for whatever was to come.
For a long time, I didn’t hear anything, the silence stretching out like an eternity. I was suspended in a state of tense anticipation, my senses heightened, waiting for something, anything, to happen. And then, finally, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath his feet. My heart skipped a beat as the footsteps drew closer, pausing right behind me.
King Adonis’s presence surrounded me, his aura enveloping me like a shroud. I stiffened, every muscle in my body clenched tight, as if bracing for impact. My mind racing, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. I forced myself to breathe, trying to distract myself with the softness of the bed beneath me, the gentle give of the mattress, the smoothness of the sheets. But it wasn’t working, not really. My senses were on high alert, my body tense and ready to spring into action.
Finally, he placed his hands on my knees, spreading me apart and I yelped, the sound making it past my lips before I could stop myself. My face burned, shame rolling through me. It only seemed to worsen when I felt his fingers poke my intimate parts, pushing it’s way in. I gritted my teeth together, my body instinctively clamping down on him, trying to push him away.
“Stop tensing so hard.” He hissed, his voice coated in frustration.
“I’m sorry…” I blurted out, tears stinging my eyes but it was impossible. I couldn’t help but be afraid. He retrieved his fingers and only then did some of the tension ease away. My stomach had begun to hurt due to the anxiety flooding my veins.
“You’re just making this harder for yourself.” I heard him murmur and a whimper escaped my lips. He watched me for a while, studying me before letting out a weary sigh. “Turn around,” he said, his voice much softer now, almost gentle.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But something in his tone put me at ease, and I slowly turned around, facing him. He still had that scowl on his face, but his eyes were a mix of different emotions that I couldn’t quite make out. There was curiosity, concern, and something else… something I couldn’t quite name.
Under his intense gaze, I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to relax. But my heart was still pounding, my skin flushed with embarrassment. I felt like I was on display, like he could see right through me.
“Have you ever touched yourself before?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I flinched, my eyes widening in shock. Why was he asking that?! I felt a surge of shame and embarrassment, my cheeks burning with heat.
“No…” I finally whispered, my voice barely audible. I lowered my gaze, unable to meet his eyes. I felt like I was confessing a sin, like I was dirty and shameful.
“Been with a man before we purchased you?” He asked and my skin flushed even brighter. I shook my head, balling my fingers into fists.
“So that night was your first?” He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for my response. I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat as memories of that horrible night flooded me once more. “Yes, your Majesty,” I answered, my voice breaking as I struggled to hold back tears.
His eyes narrowed further, his expression incredulous. “How’s that even possible?” he asked, his voice tinged with surprise. I took a deep breath, trying to explain.
“I… I didn’t grow up as a slave,” I began, my voice barely audible. But I knew he heard me. “I was the adopted daughter of a werewolf lord before.” I revealed, my heart racing as I shared this part of my past.
Adonis’s eyes widened slightly, his expression changing from surprise to curiosity. “He raised you?” he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.
I nodded, a wave of bitterness flowing through me as I remembered all the things I had endured in his hands. They were nothing compared to what I was going through now, though. “Well… Yes. He thought I would bring him great fortune if he married me off,” I said, my voice laced with disgust.
Adonis’s expression turned skeptical. “Let me guess, that didn’t work out, did it?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I shook my head, feeling a pang of shame.
“So, he sold me off, and that’s how I ended up in the slave market,” I said, peeking a glance at him. He had an inscrutable expression on his face as he gazed at me for the longest time, his eyes searching for something.
Finally, he walked away, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. When he returned, he was holding up a small bottle. He stretched it towards me, prompting me to take it. I did so, wondering what the contents were.
“It’s an aphrodisiac,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “You’ll be drinking this till you get used to this because I have no intention of teaching you or being gentle either.” My heart dropped as I took a sniff of the bottle, the pungent aroma making my stomach turn. I pressed my lips together, trying to steel myself for what was to come.
Putting the bottle against my lips, I opened my mouth and downed the contents in one go. The liquid burned my throat, and I grimaced at the odd taste and smell, closing my eyes in distaste. I handed the bottle back to Adonis, who took it from me, his fingers brushing against mine. He dropped it on a nearby table, his eyes never leaving mine.
At first, I didn’t feel anything. But then, a warmth began to spread through my body, starting from my core and radiating outward. My nether regions came alive with desire, throbbing with a sudden, intense need. My breathing became rapid, and I started to feel itchy, my skin tingling with sensitivity.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to alleviate the growing discomfort. But it only seemed to get worse, my body burning with a fire that couldn’t be quenched. I felt my face flush, my cheeks burning with shame.
A hint of satisfaction crossed Adonis’s face, a small, triumphant smile playing on his lips. But he blinked, and it disappeared as soon as it came, replaced by his usual stoic expression.
“You’re getting aroused,” he stated, his voice flat, as if observing a scientific phenomenon. I felt a surge of embarrassment, my body betraying me in the most humiliating way possible.
“Your eyes are dilated with lust. ” He said. Moving closer, he ran his fingers down my face. I instinctively leaned in too his touch, immediately wanting more, the fire in my blood burning brighter. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. I couldn’t form words, my mind foggy with desire. All I could do was nod, my eyes fixed on Adonis’s, pleading for mercy. But he just gazed back at me, his expression unreadable.
“How does it feel when I touch you?” He asked, and I forced myself to form words. “I… I like it.” I stuttered, my voice breaking with need. What’s wrong with me!? I was fighting the need to try and touch myself but I didn’t know how Adonis would react. Already, I could feel myself, dripping, that part pulsing and throbbing, needing to be filled. I’ve heard quite a lot about carnal desires but this is the first time I’ll be feeling it even if it was with the help of an aphrodisiac. It was so intense, it was scary.
Adonis didn’t do anything, he waited till I started to whimper, my body moving on its own accord before ordering me to turn around. I immediately complied, pressing my face to the bed and presenting myself to him, my body burning with need. I heard him undress and my heart began to pound in excitement and I squeezed the bedsheets between my fists, my breathing heavy.
He climbed on the bed and it dipped with his weight as he came behind me, grabbing my waist as he pushed me closer to him. His cock brushed my opening and a moan escaped my lips, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Oh, fuck…