“And your niece?” the male asks.
“I’ve made our position clear, and she’s agreed, but maybe it’s time for her to go too. We could always blame it on the vermin.”
They get closer, and as I make out the Sovereign’s face, rage begins to percolate in my soul. She’s going to try to kill us regardless of what the tribunal decides. She unties her dress at her shoulders, and it falls to pool at her feet. She’s completely naked in the middle of a corridor where anyone could come across them. The male, who I don’t recognize, hums his appreciation and licks his lips.
“On your knees,” he commands her, and she titters out an annoying little giggle.
The Sovereign does as she’s told, and the male unties his pants. He starts stroking his cock as the Sovereign reaches between her thighs and starts playing with herself.
“Did I tell you to play with that filthy cunt of yours?” he asks her, annoyance ringing in his tone. “Move against the wall. I’m going to fuck your face. I want fingers in my ass at all times, do you understand?”
The Sovereign nods excitedly and opens her mouth. The male grumbles, “Good girl,” and then grabs her hair roughly and shoves his dick down her throat. I look away as she reaches around and shoves her hand between his cheeks. I look down the hall in the direction I just came from and wonder if I keep going, will I find my way out or just end up in a worse situation than listening to the Sovereign gag and moan around this guy’s dick?
I look back and cringe. He has a hold of her hair, and he’s slamming into her mouth so hard that I can hear his balls slap against her chin. It looks fucking painful, and I have no idea how she’s not puking with the amount of gagging she’s doing.
“Fuck my ass harder,” the male demands, and he pins the Sovereign against the wall and hammers into her mouth.
She must do what he says, because he starts moaning and talking about her tits and her dirty cunt and all the things he’s going to do to them later. He lasts for another minute, and then the telltale grunts that indicate he’s coming fill the hallway.
“Lick your fingers clean,” he tells her, and I have to fight to keep from gagging myself now. I look away, not wanting that image to be seared into my mind. Pretty sure this is going to haunt me regardless though.
“Phip and Lanis wake up in an hour,” I hear her tell him, and he scoffs.
“You want me or Thessa to make you scream before your Chosen wake up?”
“Both,” she cackles again, and he grabs her by the hair and starts dragging her down the hall.
“I’ll fuck your ass while she licks your cunt, and then…”
I don’t hear what he plans to do after that as I disconnect my runes. I’ve been traumatized enough for one night. I shudder as sounds and images I want to scrub from my brain replay. That female is fucked up. She’s going to take us all out for no reason other than she wants to. She cheats on her Chosen and would be the perfect candidate for the nextTwo Girls One Cupvideo.
Fucking hell.
Tok and Marn talked about corruption being an issue here, but seeing it right in my face like that is brutal. The fairy light disappears in the distance, and I count to twenty before slinking out of my shadow-dipped hiding spot and retracing my steps. I keep looking over my shoulder, worried that somehow someone will see me.
Hands reach out of a dark alcove and snatch me into it. I call on a knife and bite back a scream as a hand clamps over my mouth.
“It’s me, Vinna,” Enoch whispers in my ear.
I slam an elbow into his side, and he grunts and lets me go.
“What the fuck, Enoch, you scared the shit out of me!” I whisper screech at him.
He puts a finger to his lips, and I immediately rage at him more quietly.
“We’re not supposed to be in this part of the castle. If anyone catches us, we’ll be fucked,” he tells me.
“No shit. I was well on my way to getting the fuck away from here until you jumped me.”
Enoch snorts quietly and rolls his eyes. “I didn’t jump you, you big baby.”
I glare at him, suddenly remembering why I’m out roaming the halls at this time of night.
“Don’t look at me like that, Vinna. We both said some shit, and we’re both going to get over it, because that’s what real friends do.”
“Oh, so we’re friends? No more trying to kiss me or earn your place?” I angrily whisper back.
“Is that really what this is? You want me to want you?” he hisses back.
