Page 3 of A Siren of Beasts

And he did for the next hour licking and sucking all over my body until I was clean of wine, cum, and sweat. Once he was done, I took my leave, knowing Barnaby didn’t expect me to see to anyone else’s needs after our moment together. I spent some time soaking in one of the pools in our wing enjoying the time alone as I processed the knowledge I was going to say goodbye to all of this in a week.

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Barnaby decided we had to have a farewell party the night before we were to leave. Personally, I thought this was a terrible idea since his parties had a habit of lasting all night with wine flowing like water. Although, if he wanted to start his journey hung over on a ship, then that’s what he was going to do. The man loved his parties almost as much as he loved sex, probably because they weren’t really parties so much as giant orgies.

Tonight, he adorned me in a dress made of gold chains and strings of pearls. It clasped around my neck and the chains draped along my skin, leaving my back bare until it came to the curve of my ass. The thicker anchor chain that made up the shape, if you will, ran along the swell as thinner chains and pearls draped, shaping the round of my ass perfectly. Each time I moved the dress moved and shifted, giving you a glimpse of everything underneath.

Finn had a similar outfit but his was just a skirt of chains hanging like a fringe, leaving his chest bare. They had given him new nipple jewelry, small gems hanging off the half circle glinting in the lantern light. Barnaby had one ballroom converted for his needs with a large area in the middle with lush, padded pallets of red velvet. There were couches, chaise lounges, a frame to tie someone to or suspend them, a swing that would hold the person you wanted to fuck, and various piles of pillows for people to enjoy themselves however they wanted.

Food was passed around on trays but a table had been set up with goblets and pitchers of wine that would never be empty. Normally, the king hated it when he did these parties, saying it was distasteful, even though I’d seen him sneak in wearing a mask to almost every party. This was the last one that would be thrown for the next five years that Barnaby would live in Gusnia. Of course, that meant I was to be there the same amount of time unless there was some reason I had to be sent back. All the other whores would be kept here, and while their master was away, they would be used like the rest of the castle whores by anyone who wanted them.

In a small way, going with Barnaby kept me from that fate and I got to see more of the world. The trip would take a fortnight to get to Gusnia then another four days by carriage to get to the capital city Verins. I’d been spending all my free time looking up everything I could about the country. There were worse places to be sent. Gusnia was structured fairly closely to Estya, only they had an entire race of people considered slaves. Here in Estya you only ended up as a slave if you were an orphan like myself, or were indebted to someone and you had to pay it back with your labor. Depending on the master you could work off your debt and be freed, while others were trapped for the rest of their life.

Once I thought Barnaby might free me, but after what he said when he told me about leaving I knew that would never be in the cards. Some tried to run but if they were caught, they’d be put to death publicly, unwilling to risk them running again, and to scare others into behaving. I’d heard more than once in conversations around the castle that they thought Estya had too many slaves and killing off a few would only help. It wouldn’t matter that I was the youngest prince’s favorite, if I ran, then killing me would be one less mouth for them to feed. This life might not be what people dreamed of, but it was the life I had. So many had it far worse I couldn’t justify complaining.

“Kezia, sing for us tonight,” Barnaby announced, clapping his hands for the musicians to play. “It’s a special occasion and a rare treat many don’t get to witness.”

His guests all murmured their agreement, and some clapped softly in encouragement. There was something about music that I just loved. It made my heart swell with joy, the only time I ever truly felt something to enjoy being alive. No matter what song was played I knew the words. It was almost as if the music begged me to give it a voice. Barnaby caught me singing four years ago as I was reading a sheet of music I’d found by the piano in his rooms. Since then he’d loved to listen to me, and always took such tender care of me after as he fucked me. During those moments I’d worried he’d fallen for me in a way he shouldn’t have.

The fact that he was having me sing tonight told me he wanted this party to get hot and heavy fast. It was an odd effect my voice had, but in some situations it helped ease everyone into the right spirit. These were people who’d been to many of his parties, so I wasn’t worried about them being nervous, instead tonight needed to be about rejoicing at the time together. Barnaby was putting on a brave face but I knew he was upset about leaving and had gotten more depressed as the day grew closer.

Walking over to the musicians I changed what they were playing. “Could you play ‘For Our Tomorrow’?”

They nodded and the man on the fiddle picked up the pace as the rest fell in step letting the opening cords flow. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let the words take on the life they begged to live. A smile tugged at my lips as I sang, feeling the rush through my body that only happened when I got to revel in moments like this. It was almost as if the music swirled around me like it was alive, cheeky, and playful like the song lent itself into being.

As the chorus climbed, my body wanted to move with it, so I let my body sway and move, making it a full body experience as I sang. This was what people talked about when they said they felt so alive they would nearly burst with feelings. When I let that ball of emotion out I threw my arms wide, opened my eyes, and belted out the final few notes. The room seemed to shake with the power of my voice but no one noticed as they pawed at each other.

They ripped clothes from bodies, while others didn’t bother as long as they freed their cock and shoved it in the closest body with a warm hole for them to put it in. When I looked down, there was a man on his knees and face in my pussy, eating me out like it was the only way for him to live. I’d been so utterly lost in my song that I hadn’t noticed when he’d arrived where he was. Seeming unable to get enough, he tugged one leg over his shoulder and groped my ass as he feasted on me.

Sliding my hand into his hair I gripped it tightly to keep from being knocked over by his force, while letting him believe it was because I was enjoying myself. A moan came from my lips when I felt his tongue snake inside and I thrust my hips as if I needed more. Another man came up behind me, running his hands down the bare skin of my back. He was completely naked, and I noticed he had a cocksleeve over his member to make it larger and had nubs all over it to give their partner more intense pleasure—at least, that’s what they told me its purpose was. He poured oil on it, rubbing it so that it coated the whole thing then used his oiled finger to probe my ass. Finding it didn’t resist his touch, he took it upon himself to thrust the whole thing in at once.

No matter how many times men, or women, experienced the fact I could adapt easily to anything at any size they were still amazed. Personally, the fuller I was gave me a new sensation to experience. Calling it pleasurable was a stretch, but it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest like some whores wailed about at the end of the night. I held onto the pussy licker’s hair to keep me from getting thrust right over his head as the man in my ass seemed determined to drill the thing through my body.

Sometimes I wondered who’d taught men that this was what a good fucking was supposed to be like? Was it comfortable for them to slam their cock around like that? Didn’t it just bruise the tip when they bashed it into women who might not take them as deeply as I could?

Truly, I could tell how someone fucked based on their personality. Those that believed they had power of some sort felt the need to exert it in all areas of their life. Men who were timid and soft-spoken went one of two ways. They either wanted to take their time enjoying every inch of my body making sure I was enjoying myself, wanting to serve me. On the other hand, they could be rougher than the power hungry and focused on spanking, choking, or tying me up so I was under their power.

The ones I enjoyed were the men who were looking to have a good time. Wanted to fondle my breasts, play with my pussy, then get down to fucking business. One downfall to these men was once was never enough, it was always a case of fucking as fast as they could get it up all night long. They had limited time and were going to use every moment they could. Many times, they had to come and remove me from their rooms, since Barnaby always put a time limit on sharing me with others.

Unless it was a party like this and every hole was fair game for as long as they remained in the room. Since they forbid us from leaving until Barnaby released us for the night, we whores barely got a break, unless a person liked to feed us as they fucked. Some enjoyed feeding us wine from their own mouths in a pretend kiss of sorts. Those were sneaky people to work around since there would be hell to pay if we upset the guests.

Pussy licker decided he’d had enough and stood to replace his tongue with his cock. For as slight his stature was, I had to admit he was working with a decent cock. The two men worked in tandem, grunting and rutting into me as the man in front latched on to my nipples. Ass-man grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so I arched my body in a way he believed would be a more intense angle. Doing my best to play my part I panted, moaned, and pleaded for them to let me come.

“That’s right, whore, beg,” Ass-man snarled as he cracked a hand on my ass. “Let me hear you nice and loud, begging for my cock to make you come.”

Suppressing an eye roll I did as he asked, begging him like my life depended on his gracious command for me to come. The simple part of this was I could come at any given moment they wanted me to, and they’d never know I was faking every fucking second of it.

Pussy-licker pinched my clit hard, making me cry out in pain at the sudden attack. Normally if they were going to get rough, I knew how to handle that but sometimes when it came out of nowhere like this they got a genuine reaction.

“Just like that, I want to hear you scream,” Pussy-licker said with a grin, cruelty rising in his eyes.

When people came down from the high of my song they either became languid and sleepy, returned to normal, or as it would seem in the case of this man, turned brutish. This man needed to come and get the fuck away from me because if he kept causing me actual pain then I was going to do something I’d regret. The one and only thing I’d never allow was for those filthy bastards who liked to beat on their whores until they are bleeding and broken to use me. There had only been two occasions that I’d ended up in that situation and thankfully it had been nights they had me to themselves. The one who‘d left that room bloody and broken wasn’t me.

It must have gotten through the grapevine that I wouldn’t tolerate that since no one had tried it ever again. While it surprised me they never took revenge on me, I wasn’t sure either of them wanted to admit a woman beat the shit out of them. I was far stronger than I looked but that was something I never showed, as I needed the world to believe I was simply a common whore, despite all the odd things about me I kept secret.

When Pussy-licker tried to do it again this time with my nipples. I grabbed his hand, pressing it to my flesh, and groaned. “Yes, I love it when you touch me like that,” as I spoke I clenched, squeezing his cock, using my muscles to double the sensation he was feeling.

Pussy-licker’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came, his cum shooting out just as I planned. Ass-man followed him a few strokes later, hugging me tightly as he ground his cock deep into my ass. “Ah, yes. Fucking love shooting my cum into whores knowing another man’s gonna be fucking it deeper into you. You’ll never be rid of me no matter if that idiot takes you to another country.”