Page 1 of A Siren of Beasts

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No one ever grows up thinking they want to be a whore, but sometimes life just leaves you little choice in the matter. Let’s say, for example, that you were abandoned on the steps of a whorehouse as a baby. They take you in, raise you, and then to pay them back for their kindness, you sell your body to make them a profit.

Sounds like every girl’s dream, right?

My life as a whore hadn’t been all bad, it actually got better during my sixteenth year of living when the youngest prince of Estya found his way into my bed. He’d been out drinking and ended up in the red-light district, and they dared him to buy a night with a whore like the peasants do. Apparently, when you’re a prince, you tell your staff you need to stick your cock in someone’s wet hole and they just bring you a woman. Doing it this way he had to pick for himself, pay, and then lower his standards to spend the night in our hovel of a home. The other part of the deal was he couldn’t tell me who he was, so he was treated like any other person who paid for my services.

The next morning, I found my bed empty which wasn’t unusual at all. Many men had to get home before their wives woke up. What was strange was that an ornate carriage drawn by two white horses arrived at our door. A palace steward paid my debt to the woman who I owed my life to, and little else, then informed me Prince Barnaby had just bought me. They had taken me to the palace where I was scrubbed, groomed, and put in a ridiculous silk dress that didn’t really cover anything on my body. What it did was give the prince and his friends easy access to me whenever they wanted.

Over the next ten years I was kept in the castle’s wing with all the other whores. My life fell into a simple uneventful pattern, wandering the halls, reading in the library, and bathing in the scented pool they provided us. There was even a garden we could spend time in as long as we were under the shade. It wouldn’t do to blemish our skin with horrible burns from the sun, making us unsightly for those who wished to use us.

Seeing as I was Prince Barnaby’s personal whore, only those who he allowed the honor of fucking me could. While many of the other girls could be taken by whoever, wherever, however they liked. Now, that didn’t mean it didn’t happen to me occasionally but if they got caught, it would not bode well for them. Barnaby was as decent a man as they go, he was an idiot, and had a sex drive that I didn’t think would ever slow down. Because of that, I wasn’t the only whore he owned, but I was the first one he bought, and from the slums.

“Ke-zi-a,” Jasper called, drawing out my name in a sing-song voice as he walked up behind me. “Why are you all the way over here when the party is in the other room? Don’t tell me we wore you out already?”

Feeling the need to check for himself he slid his hand between my legs and shoved two fingers in my pussy. “No, you seem wet enough to me,” he whispered in my ear like he was telling me some secret.

Jasper was one of those men who thought they were the gods’ gift to all humanity. What none of us would tell him is that his dick wasn’t even long enough to get any of us off. Not that I’d ever experienced this mythical experience of an orgasm. Some of the other girls talked about it and I knew for a fact I’d never had a man who’d able to make me feel anything remotely close to an orgasm.

Pulling his fingers free from my pussy he undid the ties on his pants and pushed aside the black fabric covering my ass to jam his tiny cock inside me. Bracing my hands on the stone railing of the balcony where he’d found me, I let him have his fun. There was lots of grunting and carrying on behind me as I looked over the city below. The castle sat high on top of a hill, so that everyone below had to see where their rulers lived, no matter where they were. The streets were empty since it was so late but the moonlight cast a cool glow over the homes and stores making it easy to see. This was where I’d lived all my life, but when I got the chance to visit the large palace library, I loved looking at all the maps of places I could visit.

A swat on my ass told me I’d been too quiet, and I needed to make him believe I was enjoying myself. Pushing my ass back against him I tossed back my head and let out a moan. “Yes, please keep going, it feels so good,” I said in a breathy tone.

“That’s right, Kezia, no one can fuck you as well as I can,” he panted, his hands gripped my hips tightly. “This is why you hid out here, you just wanted me to fuck you where you didn’t have to worry about Barnaby seeing how much better I am at this.”

Rolling my eyes, I dragged my fingers through my inky black hair that fell all the way to my lower back. If I had any say in the matter I would have chopped it off, but Barnaby loved the feel of it bushing over his body so he forbid me from doing anything to it. When Jasper’s thrusts became more aggressive, I knew he was close, and I had to brace my hand more solidly on the railing. My pale skin glowed in the moonlight making it seem almost translucent in its light. No matter how long I let the sun’s rays linger on my skin it never changed color. I realized, seeing all the other women that this wasn’t normal, but neither was the fact that my eyes were a silver color rimmed with black, making them stand out.

When I was little, I used to hate how I looked since it wasn’t anything like the bronzed beauties with golden locks and eyes the color of the ocean or even the bright green of the summer grass. I looked as if I should be living in the shadows only awake at night, like the stories of vampires I heard from the sailors who travel all over the world. Never did I tell anyone that I could see better at night than I could during the day, not wanting them to believe I might be a monster. The fears I had as a child had kept me alive up to this point, but now I was just sick of it all.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Jasper asked as he draped himself over my back, letting his lips brush along my cheek.

Obviously, I couldn’t tell him I hadn’t even noticed he’d finished, so instead I let out a hum of pleasure and let my hand glide along his jaw. “I love you care if I enjoyed it, but you know my purpose is to ensure you’ve found pleasure in your release.”

“Filling you with my seed is always pleasurable,” he reminded me. “Should I have Roddy eat my seed out of you? That’s always a show we love to watch.”

Roddy was one of Barnaby’s male whores and one that everyone loved to pair me with. He was a massive man with bulging muscles and a cock that should’ve been meant for a horse. The one talent I discovered about myself being here in the castle, with all the strange things they wanted us to do for entertainment, was nothing was too big. I could take multiple dicks in either of my holes and feel no discomfort. They’d used various toys on me trying to see just how much I could take and I don’t think we’ve found something I can’t manage with enough lube. Others would talk about the pain of having their asses stuffed with two cocks, but I found no discomfort with such activities.

“I’m at your mercy, Lord Jasper,” I answered when he stepped back, and I adjusted my dress.

Snatching up my hand he dragged me back to the main room where Barnaby liked to host his orgies, which happened pretty much every night, if not days at a time. He’d been traveling with his father, the king, for the past week and had been forced to leave us all here. Typically, he would bring one or two of us along on every trip to meet his needs.

“Ah, Kezia, there you are,” Barnaby said as he rammed into Finn while Finn fucked Jocelyn, who was under him on her back. “I have something important to tell you.”

Pulling out of Finn he slapped him on the ass to make sure Finn continued as he walked over to me. Over the years, the love of food and not leaving his rooms much to do anything other than fuck his whores gave him a belly that jiggled with each step. He was still an attractive man with a kind face, light brown hair, and dark blue eyes. His hair had been cut short on his travels and was swept out of his face in a much more flattering style than the long hair that used to brush his shoulders. He was tall, like his father, and one thing he loved about me was that I was taller than the average Estyan woman.

He glared at Jasper, who released my hand and walked away with a glare of his own at Barnaby. Those two had been friends since childhood and secretly hated each other, but neither could afford to piss off the other’s family. Jasper’s father was the head of the Merchants’ Guild and King Gareth needed to keep him happy, meaning his son had to play nice. More than once I’d had to intervene and smooth things over, which was why Jasper believed I liked him more than Barnaby.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, Barnaby guided me to the other side of the room where the refreshments were. Letting go of me he poured a goblet of wine and handed it to me before pouring another for himself. He took a seat on his favorite chaise that instead of being flat, curved like an S making it much more comfortable with sex in mind. He patted his lap telling me exactly what he wanted, so I straddled him and slid down on his cock. This was one of his favorite things to do with me that came with ten years of learning each other’s bodies.

Even though I’ve never felt bliss or euphoric feelings while having sex, the sex I enjoyed the most was with Barnaby. We’d become friends over the years, and he’d taught me how to play chess, read, write, and used me as a sounding board when he was struggling with something—not that I ever gave him advice. Over the years I’d learned more than any woman I knew had the privilege to elsewhere in the country. If you didn’t have the money to send your child to school, then there was no need for them to learn. Barnaby didn’t see it that way when it came to any of us he owned. We were treated well enough, but they also knew I was the clear favorite. Little did they know when we spent a whole day together it wasn’t really about sex, it was that he needed a friend who wouldn’t stab him in the back.

Once we both got comfortable and he was seated snugly inside me he reached up and cupped my cheek. Kissing wasn’t something I did or really enjoyed from anyone, but on rare occasions that Barnaby kissed me I didn’t mind it so much. Possibly because I felt like he cared in his own way about me, and usually did it when he was so overwhelmed with emotions it just happened.

“You know how we talk about traveling and seeing the world outside of Estya?” he asked.

Nodding, I looked down at him confused. Why on earth was he talking about this?

“It’s been decided in seven days’ time that I will be sent to Gusnia where I will fulfill the new treaty my father made with them,” Barnaby informed me.