She blinks back as the light floods her vision. Calder’s massive form blocks her view of their unwelcome, albeit eerily silent, audience.
“You are mine.” He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Say it for me, baby girl!”
“I am yours.” She presses her back into the soft fur pelts of the throne as her heart thunders. Tension lingers in the air, and she is terrified of what will transpire when it snaps.
His fingers deftly untie his trousers, and her gaze flicks back to his stoic face as he removes his hardened cock. She swallows back the uncertainty of his girth and length, hating that her first time experiencing him will be before these assholes.
“Calder?” she questions, only for his thumb to slip into her mouth, pressing down onto her tongue, coaxing her mouth open. She relaxes her jaw muscles, eying the tip of his cock pushing between her lips.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she focuses on calming her nerves as he strikes the back of her throat. Aura gags violently, sputtering against him.
“That’s a good girl.” He brushes aside her curls as he thrusts in and out of her mouth, cautious of only giving her what she can take.
“Eyes on me, Princess.” He commands, and she flicks her teary gaze to his icy one.
Pride fills his features as he looks down upon her helpless form.
After several moments, he finally withdraws, and his hand jerks his shaft with an angry ferocity.
He grasps the front of her dress and rips it down the middle. Cold air creeps along her exposed skin, leaving her with goosebumps.
Clutching her hair roughly, he tilts her head back until she thunks against the back of the throne. Before she can process his intentions, he unloads his hot seed all over her face and bare chest.
His cum leaves her a sticky shivering mess.
Of all people to do such a thing, why did it have to be him? His action leaves her dirty and demeaned.
But, as he stuffs away his cock and faces the crowd, she realizes his intentions.
The Drengr ownership mark…
If it got back to her father…
She shakes her head, not entertaining that thought. Besides, none of those men are Drengr.
Then why would he paint me with his seed here and now?
She cannot decide if she is unsettled or aroused beyond imagining. She wipes away the cum near her eyes in time to see Calder thump down off of the raised dais.
She sucks in a gulp of air at the grisly scene laid out amongst the long tables.
Blood and gore pervade much of her life with the Drengr Army. Yet, Calder’s disturbed power never ceases to force her to question everything.
The dozen men and Lord Harvart sit in various poses, all bearing the same incapacitated, horrified expression. She glances around, realizing jagged ice shards burst from the floor and ceiling.
Only the throne remains untouched by the frost.
The Iss Drengr paces through the long tables amidst an eeriesilence. Frost covers the lips and limbs of Harvart’s thugs, reducing their movements to their twitchy eyes.
“Before I send each of you wastes of skin to the Abyss.” His voice booms through the longhouse. “I have a message you sorry lot will deliver to your god.” He pauses next to a man whose fingers he casually snaps off. Even from the throne, she can hear a slight, muffled scream.
“Tell the God of Power.” He strides beside another man and slams his fist against this frozen body, shattering it into pieces. Only a bloodied neck and head are left rolling across the slick floor. “That Princess Aura belongs to me.”
He kicks a third man onto his back. Muffled wails echo off the walls.
“If Makt thinks he can use her for his despicable plans, I will storm the Abyss and slay him myself.”
Once at the front of the stage, he raises his right hand and slowly closes it into a fist. The sound of ice cracking echoes in the longhouse as he banishes each soul to the Abyss.
