A big purple one is wedged up half against my face, and I shove it away. I’m frustrated, full of pent-up aggression—but why? I shift, trying to pull myself upright, and the stabbing twinge goes from my groin all the way up to my chest. My abs are sore. My thighs are sore.Iam sore.
The memories return like a bucket of ice cold water being chucked over my head.
Aurus.
The sex.
Oh, god, the sex.
I’ve never known anything like it. The way he kissed me, stroked me… fucked me. Just the memory is enough to make my clit pulse sharply. I begged for his cock… My face flames but so help me, if last night was repeated, I’d beg again.
Where is he? I manage to struggle into a sitting position on my second attempt, letting out a little groan of dismay as I see the state I’m in. Naked, with livid handprints still on my thighs from where he slapped me, red, raw nipples which will probably never go back down, and… dried cum. It’s everywhere, a sticky white residue coating my poon, the insides of my thighs, and god knows where else.
Ugh.
I really need a shower.And something to eat, I add mentally as my tummy makes a desperate gurgling noise.
As if they’d heard it, three women appear from some hidden doorway—why are no doors actually obvious in this place?—and glide towards me. I recognize Juno, but not the two others who are standing a little ways behind her. While they’ve seen me naked before, they haven’t seen me so sexed up, and stained with dried cum. I hurriedly snatch up a few of those stupid cushions in a pathetic attempt to cover myself.
“How are you feeling?” Juno inquires, a little wrinkle of concern marring her otherwise perfect forehead. If the state of me shocks her, she doesn’t show it.
“Like shit,” I groan. I try to run a hand through my hair but it’s matted from sleep. “I’m starving. And I need a bath. Where’s Aurus?”
She gives a little laugh. “I have no idea. I’m not privy to his Majesty’s comings and goings. But he’s always busy. He has a kingdom to run.”
Ignoring the tiny twist of disappointment her words engender deep in my chest, I push my hair off my face and lift my chin. It’s probably better that he’s not here, anyway. Something about him makes me lose absolute control of my faculties. I turn into a raging, desperate nympho.
Fuck my libido. Fuck Goldprick with his giant, awesome… golden prick.
“Here.” Juno takes a length of what looks like silk from one of the girls behind her, and hands it to me. “A robe. If you come with us, we will get you bathed and fed.”
I slip the robe on, tugging it around myself. The material is soft and a deep, verdant green. “Thank you,” I say. My throat is dry. Hoarse from screaming.
I didn’t know it was possible to come so hard.
“I need something to drink,” I say aloud, pushing the erotic memories away. “Please.” With Aurus out of the way, I can concentrate. So I’m going to bathe, eat, and escape. In that order.
“Of course. Everything is waiting for you in our chambers.”
The two women behind Juno move forward to help me up, and I snap that I’m perfectly fine getting out of bed on my own. I’m not an invalid.
Humiliatingly, once my feet hit the ground and I stand up, my knees buckle, and I stagger. How long was I in bed with him for, anyway? It’s like I’ve forgotten how to walk.
“Please let us help you,” Juno says quietly. “If anything should happen to you, it is we who would pay the price.”
“That’s outrageous!”
Ignoring me, she turns, and I allow the other two to walk alongside me as I follow her. Each has a steadying hand on one of my elbows. I don’t like being treated like a helpless maiden but these women have done nothing wrong. I’m unwilling to get them into trouble.
My robe swishes around my ankles in clinging folds. At the same time, it’s almost transparent, revealing my shape instead of concealing it. I’m not liking how it feels. When I do get my strength back, I want to be able to run. To move.
After all, I’m supposed to be planning my escape.
A huge selection of weapons adorns the wall beside one of the hidden doors. All kinds of swords and long knives, some curved, some straight. I realize they’re the same ones I spotted on my way in. When the harem ladies brought me to meet Goldprick. Before… I close my eyes and swallow hard, fighting off the wave of lust the memories bring. “What are those for?”
“Mostly decoration,” Juno says with a little shrug. “But his Majesty is skilled in the use of all of them. He likes to always have weapons nearby, should he need to defend himself. Or us.”
“Has he taught you how to use them?” I keep my tone deceptively casual. Something in me wants to run to the wall and examine the weapons further.
