Page 2 of A Siren of Beasts

My brows knitted together. “The trade agreement for that new mineral to make weapons out of?”

“Yes, that’s the one,” he answered, flashing a smile at me. “I knew you’d remember even though we talked about it months ago. Part of the agreement was that in a show of good faith there would be an exchange of princes. Their youngest will come here to learn about working with merchants, being a port town, and one of the highest agricultural countries. Their land can’t support farms and grazing fields like ours can. On the reverse, they are masters of weapons making and mining the materials needed to produce those weapons.”

“How do you feel about leaving?” I asked, covering his hand still on my cheek with my own. “I was the one who wanted to explore, then I’d come back to tell you about it.”

Not that I would ever really come back here if I got the chance to leave this place. Barnaby was decent enough, but he hated change and lacked anything resembling motivation. Could this be a way for his parents to get rid of the son who would never amount to anything in their eyes? They had three other sons and two daughters ahead of him so the throne would never be an option. Possibly, this was how they found a way to get something of value out of him.

His smile faltered, and I could tell he was putting on a face for the party. “It’s going to be a change but I won’t be doing it alone. You and Finn are coming with me to Gusnia, so we get to do this adventure together.”

Shock must have shown on my face the way he chuckled and dropped his hand from my face. “I thought you’d be surprised. There was no way I could leave you behind, Kezia, what would I do without my only friend?”

“How?” Was the only thing I got my muddled brain to ask.

He rolled his hips, slowly fucking me, as I felt his cock soften. I clenched to help get him to stiffen up, making him moan as he tilted his head back. “Fuck, I love when you do that, it’s like you’re massaging my cock with your body.”

Bending over, I set my goblet down and let my hands rest on his chest as I worked my hips. Knowing he wanted to last until we were done talking I kept it slow and consistent, feeling him swell inside me. When it seemed like he might almost come I stopped and waited a moment to make sure I didn’t take it too far before sitting back up.

“I told Father that if he wanted me to do this willingly, then he had to let me bring all of you,” Barnaby shared, answering the question I’d almost forgotten I’d asked. “He just laughed and told me I couldn’t bring all fifteen of you but I could take two.”

“Why Finn? I know you enjoy him but out of the males you have Antony is your first choice,” I commented.

“Yes, well, it might be petty, but Finn is actually one of my father’s favorites. He’s always asking me if he can have him permanently and taking him with me will give me a small sense of joy,” he answered with a smirk.

I let out a snort as I tried to cover up my laughter. King Gareth was almost as big of a sex addict as his son. It was really a wonder that the queen wasn’t pregnant all the time, but I supposed at this point she preferred him to stick his cock elsewhere. They gave all of us female whores tonics that prevent births, especially being here in the castle with many powerful men. A child in the wrong hands could end in disaster for many men, including the king.

“That is incredibly devious,” I teased, then the smile fell from my lips as I processed what this meant for me.

“Kezia, please don’t be upset with me,” Barnaby pleaded. “You know I hate it when you’re not happy. I’ve always tried to make up for not releasing you, but I can’t lose you. I need you, especially if I’m going to a whole new country.”

This was the side of Barnaby that made me wonder if he might have more feelings for me than he let on. Of course, there was no way a prince could marry his whore or even have a child with them. If they discovered that happened they would kill me along with the child, unborn or alive. Being able to live in the palace was everyone’s dream but there were strict rules to follow, even if I was a whore for a prince.

“I’m not upset, it’s just a lot to take in,” I assured him. “Seven days isn’t much time for you to prepare.”

“No, it’s not, but I think that’s to ensure I don’t get any wild ideas about how to get out of doing this. My other option was to marry Jasper’s older sister Winifred but if I did that, then I would have to give all of you up. The Merchants’ Guild doesn’t allow any of their members to own whores,” Barnaby grumbled.

Sometimes I had to bite my tongue when he talked about us like we weren’t real people and more like toys for him to play with. In the castle it was as common as breathing to own slaves of various kinds, most saw it as a gift to have such an owner. Never had I been in control of my life, but instead of becoming jaded and angry like so many, I used the advantages it gave me. Such as, I was probably one of the most educated women in the country. I was incredibly aware of politics and understood the world. Even if I were to find myself free of Barnaby, the only skill that I knew would work anywhere, anytime, was using my body. For a fee, of course. Plus, it was also a way to gather information, people never censored themselves around a whore. We were the best at gathering secrets and other tidbits from the people who fucked us. All I had to do was to search out their biggest competition, offer what I knew and tell them I’d give them everything they needed to take down the other. It could be quite a solid business.

“We’ll have to take one of these days before we leave to do a little research,” I suggested. “I think it would make me feel more at ease if I could learn a little more about our new home.”

This seemed to bring the smile back to his face. “That’s the spirit, Kezia.”

Draining his goblet of wine he set it on the floor then flipped us over, hoisting my leg over his shoulder. He pulled the fabric away from my breasts, freeing them so he could capture one in his mouth and knead the other. His hips picked up a steady pace as he took his fill of my body. Sitting back, he hugged my legs to his chest and fucked me in earnest. The sound of skin slapping and my soft moans filled the air.

“Kezia, there will never be someone I love fucking as much as I do you,” he said, his breathing labored with the speed and intensity that he moved. “Gods, your pussy is what they write songs about, so warm, wet, and the way it clings to me milking my cock of every ounce of cum.”

I lifted a hand to run it down his arm as I let out a mewling cry when he slammed home spurting his cum inside me. When he released my legs, they fell open, and he lowered his body to cover mine, nuzzling into my neck. I let out a gasp when he latched onto my skin, sucking on it hard in an attempt to leave a mark. We both knew it never was going to happen. I’d never had a bruise of any kind on my fair skin. If I was cut, I’d bleed and the skin would be red, but it would be healed in a day or two like nothing ever happened.

Barnaby hated he couldn’t mark me the way he did all his other whores, but he certainly enjoyed trying. When he finally gave up, he pulled out of me, and stood with a satisfied look at my disheveled appearance on his favorite chair.

“You look the most beautiful after I’ve had my way with you, Kezzy,” he commented, using the endearment he typically saved for when we were alone. “I think you need some extra attention tonight for being such a good girl.”

As if knowing he was needed, Roddy appeared at Barnaby’s side. “Can I be of service, Master?”

“It appears that Kezia, is in need of some cleaning up, be a good lad and take care of that will you?” Barnaby instructed as he grabbed my goblet still full of wine and poured it over my breasts and between my legs. “Just a little something extra for you.”

Where I was concerned that Barnaby might have feelings for me past being a friend and whore to service him, I knew Roddy was in love with me. Any chance he got to get his hands on my body he used it to its utmost. The gift that Barnaby had just given him was clear in his expression as he crawled up my body.

“Thank you, Master, for the honor of taking care of Kezia,” Roddy said, his voice deep with lust as he bent his head letting his tongue run over my body. “I’ll make sure to take the best care of her.”