by Renard, Loki
“Very well.” I lower my head. “I accept your punishment.”
“Good girl,” Mattias says. “This time it will be you and me.”
“You... and I?”
“I am capable, girl. The implant has been removed. We have waited a long time to have our moment together. It should come before the people.”
I glance over at the others, my three mercenaries. Will they be jealous?
They don’t seem to be. They seem to be satisfied. Oren in particular is sternly impressed with Mattias’ ruling. Alexios is harder to read, but Silver is clearly at ease with it.
“You should be more possessive,” I tell them.
“Hard to be possessive with a pregnant wench who runs off even when she’s told not to,” Oren growls. “Hard to find you in order to be possessive with you.”
“And yet, you found me, because I’m exactly where I said I’d be. And I was safe. Alexios gave me weapons...”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I see Alexios roll his eyes in disbelief as Oren and Silver turn to him.
“You did what?” Oren asks, dumbfounded.
“She was going to do what she was going to do. I wanted her to be safe. We know she can handle a weapon.”
“We should be the ones handling the weapons, not encouraging her to run off into war zones by herself!”
Suddenly, Alexios tips me off his lap and they’re on their feet. Oren looks like he’s about to hit Alexios, and not in a sexy way.
“Either we put her on a leash, or we work with the temperament she has. She’s going to be punished for her disobedience, so what’s the difference?” Alexios argues.
“The difference is days without guard. Days alone across predator-infested countryside, to come to this city. How dare you give her weapons!”
“You might own her, Oren. But you don’t own me,” Alexios reminds him.
A fight seems almost inevitable. Pharaoh is a little taller than Alexios, but Alexios has a lot of combat experience. I don’t know who I would put my money on if they were to fight.
“Enough,” Mattias intervenes. “There is no need to take your aggression and concern out on each other. Put it where it belongs. On Trissa.”
“Hey!” I exclaim in protest.
Mattias lifts a brow at me. “You are under my command too, girl. I own you as much as they do. And I tell you now, your disobedience will not be permitted. You chose to return here—and as I have already said, that also meant choosing to accept the consequences. Stop stirring up trouble among your men and make a proper apology.”
It was different before. When they spanked me, fucked me, lectured me, it was easy to be sorry then. But am I sorry now? I don’t know anymore. Seems to me I did the right thing, even though I was doing the wrong thing. If I hadn’t killed the sheriff, nobody would have died. But if nobody had died, Dallas wouldn’t be free, Mattias would still be a eunuch slave, and I would be an object to be sold and used. I sinned again when I set out for Dallas the second time, but in the process I brought us together. Mattias is a good king, but he will be a better protected one with my mercenaries around him. And my child will grow up in a city of opportunity, in a world that is changing for the better, not roaming a desolate wasteland learning the wrong words for things.
Oren won’t understand my defiance. Mattias won’t appreciate it. Alexios and Silver might be more sympathetic, but who are they against a pharaoh and a king?
I lift my chin and shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Don’t worry,” Mattias smiles patiently. “I will have you in a much more sorry mood soon enough.”
Chapter Fifteen
Three days later...
For the second time in my life, I am to be publicly fucked.
This time, Mattias will take me. The man who once cared for me tenderly, unable to do more than stroke me to pleasure, is going to push himself inside me and claim me as I should be claimed.
There is a crew on hand, three men with cameras ready to catch every intimate angle of the proceedings. Throughout the city, I am told men are celebrating, waiting to see my defilement.
“Are you ready, Trissa?”
“No,” I whimper.
There is no way out of this, and I know I deserve it. I braved danger and I brought others into it. There was no way to know Mattias had seized power; in all likelihood, my mad dash for power should have ended badly.
“You are,” he says, taking my chin between his thumb and his forefinger. “You need this. I need this. The city needs this.”
He disrobes, bares the body he never showed me before, and I see him in his full glory. He is muscled to perfection, his abdomen a series of washboard abdominals, his thighs powerful and long, and his cock a thick rigid rod at the apex of them. He is already erect, his expression lustful.
Mattias has shown me the most kindness and gentleness of all the men I have known, but he is also the one who makes me tremble. There is a capacity in him that few men have, the ability to survive as a neutered slave and yet emerge a virile king.
He kisses me and I melt into it.
“You look... very good,” I stammer, my words not matching my sentiment in the slightest.
“So do you,” he says, his large hands slipping over my body, stripping the slivers of clothing from my frame. There will be no modesty now, no secrets, not from him, and not from the tens of thousands of men watching his feed, which I have heard whispers of being exported to other cities in the country.
I lose myself in his caresses, feeling his tenderness and his care. I have missed him, some core part of me knowing that his loss was perhaps the greatest of them all. Mattias looked after me even when there was nothing in it for him. He could have been cruel. He could have been negligent. He could have taken his pain out on me. Instead he guided me as best he could, and in my absence he made a safe home to come to.
I owe this man my life. I owe this man my future.
“You are my princess,” he says, stroking my cheek, his voice soft, but clearly audible even over the roaring of the gathered crowd. “You are Daddy’s girl. I am going to look after you. I am going to guard you. I am going to do my best to curb those wild instincts of yours.”
“The ones that got us all here?”
“Yes. You are a beautiful little agent of chaos, but all chaos needs to be tamed eventually.”
My mercenaries are watching. Their eyes are hungry and lit with desire for justice. We have been here before. Last time, Tore was with us. And the others.
It is strange, but I almost feel as though they are with us again. There is something in the moment, in the erotic trepidation, in the lust-baying of the crowd. We did this. Not just those of us who are still alive, standing here, but those who passed in the effort. This is their act of triumph, as much as it is ours.
There are happy tears in my eyes as Mattias takes me in his arms and kisses me. Nude before the city, displayed to all who wish to see, we show our passion and our love. The king about to take the princess in a way no princess has ever been taken on broadcast before.
He bends me forward, over the balcony and again I dangle toward the crowd, taking in the great view as strong hands hold me securely, part my legs and I feel the thick head of his cock find the seam of my lips.
Mattias holds himself there, and for a long moment, I feel as though we both must be thinking the same thing. How we met, he a slave, me a prisoner. How I drank the bathwater and refused all trappings of civilization. How he persisted with me, punished me, taught me, and loved me enough in the end to let me go.
I draw in a sobbing breath as my lower lips slowly spread around the head of his cock. He is thick and rampant, claiming me slowly for all to see. He fills me. Slowly. Completely. He spreads me open and he makes me stretch for him.
This is supposed to be punishment, but it is pure joy.
As I writhe around his cock, the cameras pan over my nude body, come in for a close-up on my naked cunt wrapped around Mattias’ h
uge dick. This time, there is more to see than before. This time, my belly is noticeably swelling in a way it was not the first. The crowds can see my fertility on display, and a great cheer goes up as they realize I was impregnated before their very eyes.
“They love you,” Mattias purrs as he pushes that big thick cock up inside my wet pussy. “And so do we, and that is why you are going to be fucked weekly, right here, where all can see this sweet belly grow, and this wet little cunt be used the way it should be.”
I blush at his words, and moan at his touch. We are sharing our desire and our love with the world. He makes love like a master, stoking my fire slowly, making me crave him more and more. The cameras catch my every begging motion, the rolling of my hips, the way my lips stretch and grip that hard cock.
Wriggling in his grasp, I have him turn me around so I can see him, look into his eyes as he takes me. I am connected to all my mercenaries, but Mattias is my king, and he takes me like one, his every motion made with perfection, his hips driving in to push his cock deep, then sliding out to the very tip so I and the citizenry alike can see my pussy spread anew time and time again.
“Mine,” he growls in my ear. “You were always mine. That’s why you came back to me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me thoroughly, surging inside me over and over until my orgasm draws the seed from his body, his cum filling my hole and spilling down my thighs.
He is panting as he pulls out of me, kisses me with fevered passion and turns to the others.
“Claim her!” he declares. “Show them how our princess is owned. Show them how their royal line will be bred strong!”
Oren surges forward, his cock finding my pussy first. After a few quick strokes, gathering the mixture of royal seed and my juices, he pulls out and goes lower, finding the tight little bud of my anus.
I shriek as he urges himself in there, his motion unhurried, but utterly unyielding. My head falls back, I am arched in erotic tension as my most stern mercenary takes the tightest little hole I have and makes it his own.
“I know you’re not sorry,” he rumbles as the head pops past the thick ridge of muscle. “I know you’ll never really be sorry.”
“I’m... ungghhh... sorry about some things!”
“Mhm,” he says, his golden eyes locked on mine as he pushes his cock in, impaling my ass on his rod. “That’s okay, princess. I’ll breed you all the same.”
He urges his cock in and out of my ass, short little strokes. The camera misses nothing, not the round ‘O’ my lips make, and not the way my bottom stretches for his dick.
“I’m going to breed this hot little ass,” he grunts, pushing in deeper, claiming that tight, tender spot.
“That’s not how...” I gasp and moan.
“You’ll take my cum here. You’ll take it in your ass, and in your mouth, and in your cunt. You’ll wear it as a badge of honor, and you’ll learn in time, princess, you’ll learn it’s better to obey me than it is to defy me.”
Oren is not done punishing me. Maybe he never will be, but that doesn’t change what matters: he loves me.
Alexios and Silver waste no time vying for my mouth as I am laid back, one cock sliding from the left, the other from the right. They take turns slipping inside my lips, fucking my mouth, going all the way deep and then pulling out to let me breathe before plunging back in again.
The sexual spectacle is like no other. The crowd is going wild with lust as I am fucked and dominated just as I deserve to be, my love-filled pussy dripping cum down into my cock-stuffed ass, my mouth stretched wide with the dicks of those who own me.
My future is as fate decreed. I will bear Tore’s offspring, and Mattias’ and Alexios’ and Pharaoh’s and Silver’s. All these men will seed me time and time again, giving new blood to the world, and I will be the willing bearer of those fruits, because it is as Mattias told me: this is what I was made for, and this is what I will do.
Is it what I choose? I don’t know if I believe in choice anymore. Fate seems to be the guiding force. Fate and fucking lust, the kind that makes my body wild for these men who now own the city—and me.
Oren pulls me against his cock and ruts me hard until he comes inside my bottom, then pulls out to let all see my two holes dripping with seed. A huge roar escapes the crowd who greet the double evidence of climax with cheers and shouts that echo through the city.
What started with purpose has become pure lust and visceral filth. There is nothing redeeming in this expression of our desire, and as Silver pushes his cock inside my pussy to use it for a second time, I wonder if there will ever be sense in the world again, or if I will forever be tumbled between them, a vessel to be filled and emptied over and over.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Silver whispers the question in my ear.
I squeeze my internal muscles around him, making cum ripple around his cock, and I see his eyes widen as he realizes what we all must know. I love this as much as they do. I am the center of their world, and they are the center of mine. When they take me, they make me complete.
But I will never learn my lesson. I will never be tamed. I am forever wild. I love these men, every one of them, and I will give myself to them without reservation or hesitation. I will submit not to rules, or limitations, but to the greater good. I will sacrifice all I have for what we have made between us—and as life after life grows inside me, I will protect it with all I am, and they will protect us with all they have.
We will suffer. We will sacrifice. We will fight. We will fuck. And all that will make us stronger than any king, and more dangerous than any army.
We are family. And we will go on forever.
The End
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