Page 4 of A Siren of Beasts

Pussy-licker pulled out and shook his cock at me making sure all the cum splattered on my legs before heading off to find something else to do until his cock worked again. Ass-man nuzzled into my neck enjoying his moment to the fullest. “If I could buy you from that useless prince I would. Make you stop taking those tonics and fill your belly with a baby so I could drink your milk.”

“Your words humble me, sir,” I murmured, letting my fingers brush his arm. “It will be a tremendous loss for me as well never to experience that with you.”

“I knew you’d feel the same way, Courtney,” he said with a sigh as he pulled himself from my ass, making my groan at the fact he didn’t even know my name. “I’ll remember this moment and each time I fuck another whore I’ll be dreaming of you.”

Sulking like a child whose favorite toy was taken from them, Ass-man walked away to the wine table and gulped down a full goblet before refilling and doing it again. Tonight was going to have many moments like this and I was already exhausted. Maybe being on a boat for that long will be a pleasant reprieve to all this chaos—a girl can dream.

True to how I expected this night would go, the sun was peeking over the horizon by the time they brought the party to an end. Palace guards came in with various slaves and servants to place each of the party guests in rooms to sleep off whatever they were dealing with. Finn and I left to clean up after having every person at that party use us at least once through the night.

At one point I’d been suspended, and lost track of who was where or how many at a time were using me. Letting out a little sigh I sank into the steaming water of the bathing pool. My muscles were sore from all the odd positions I’d been forced into and Finn seemed to feel the same way.

“Gods, I don’t remember a party ever being that brutal before,” he mumbled as he grabbed a rag to wash with. “I swear, it’s like someone put a drug in the wine that gave endless hardons for the men and instant rejuvenation for the women.”

Humming my agreement I dipped under the water to get my hair wet before scrubbing it. “I was regaled with so many propositions if only our master would sell me to them. Right now, getting on a ship and sailing away sounds rather perfect.”

“Pretty sure the king was ready to murder his son when he announced he was taking me along with him. He’s ordered me to his bed every night this week, taking his fill that I’m more than sure will cover the next five years. Fuck, I’ve never wished for a pussy with self-lubrication before, but I’m pretty sure my ass is fucked raw,” Finn whined as he made his way over to the chamber pot. “At this rate I’m considering not eating anything solid that I have to shit out.”

Laughing, I splashed water at him. “Finn, I know there aren’t many boundaries between us whores but the last thing I want to hear about is your bowel movements. As we tell our guests, let’s leave some things mysteries.”

Finn chuckled but dropped the topic just as the rest of those who’d served the party joined us. Many of the men and women gave me hugs and well wishes before I got out of the pool. I’d been here the longest besides Roddy, who came two years later. While we’d all lived and worked together, I can’t say I had a friendship with any of them. Roddy I knew better than most, as for a time it had just been the two of us. Finn was just the type that didn’t know a stranger and became your friend whether or not you wanted him to.

Stepping out of the water feeling refreshed and a hell of a lot cleaner, I came face to face with Roddy. He had a pained look on his face setting me on edge. “Are you alright?” I asked, resting a hand on his arm. “Did someone do something at the party?”

He shook his head then took my hand and tugged me to follow him out into the small garden outside the bathing room. “Kezia, I know this is awful timing and I should have brought this up to you sooner, but I didn’t know how to.”

I cocked my head confused, not having a clue what he was talking about. “I don’t—”

My words were cut off as he cupped my face and kissed me. Shocked, I froze at the contact but he didn’t seem to notice as he stepped closer letting his body press to mine, trying to deepen the kiss. Everything in me revolted at this contact, it was wrong, and he needed to stop. Using my true strength I shoved him back so hard he stumbled a few steps, his face totally shocked at my reaction.

“Kezia.”

“No,” I snapped, holding up a hand to stop him as he tried to come closer. “Please don’t touch me right now.”

My words hit him like a slap and the hurt expression made me feel a little bad for the reaction, but I didn’t appreciate him taking liberties. I might give my body to those who I was required to, but my lips and the emotions he was forcing on me were not something he could just take or expect in return.

“Roddy,” I started, then paused, trying desperately not to wipe my lips on the back of my hand. “The feelings you have towards me, or what you believe they might be, I can’t reciprocate them.”

“Can’t or won’t,” Roddy demanded bitterly. “Is it Barnaby? Have you actually fallen for the man who’s been using you since you were sixteen? Letting people have their way with you and then trying to make it better by pretending to be your friend. Leading you on, giving you hope of something that is the most forbidden thing in our country.”

The sound of water dripping from my hair echoed in the silence that followed his declaration. Anger unlike anything I’d felt before burned in my stomach. How dare he say those things to me? I wasn’t some child, nor was I ignorant of the world like many in our position. If anything, the world had slapped me in the face with just how fucked up the whole thing was.

“The fact that you could even say that shit to me, Roddy, shows me that whatever feelings you have for me do not differ from those who fucked me all night. You want to keep me, use me as you see fit, and mold me into the perfect idea you have of me,” I seethed, making his eyes widen. “How fucking dare you kiss me when you know that is the one thing I let no one do. Even Barnaby has the decency to allow me that one thing, which you have so callously disregarded for your own needs. I’m going to leave now and you’re going to forget whatever delusions you have about me. It. Will. Never. Happen.”

Turning on my heel I swiftly walked through the bathing room, grabbed a towel, and left to get dressed and gather my possessions. Tears burned my eyes and I couldn’t understand where these emotions were coming from. Only once had I cried before and it had been when the master of the whore house killed the puppy I was trying to heal after a horse had run it over. He told me it was kinder to put it out of his misery quickly and we didn’t have food to spare for an animal.

It was just the first of many things that taught me this world didn’t give a shit about the people in it. Now I was going to get on a ship, sail to another country, and possibly see if the world had something else to show me. A whisper in my mind told me that Gusnia wasn’t where I was going to get my answers, but what I was looking for was out there somewhere. The question was, would I ever find it?

three

We’d been sailing for a week and I’d loved every second, while Barnaby and Finn had not. Both of them battled with horrible seasickness for days before they could manage to eat something and not throw it back up. For me, this meant I got six days of not having to cater to Barnaby’s needs and got to enjoy ship life. I took full advantage of learning everything I could. The sailors were more than willing when their payment was getting their own personal whore to fuck as they traveled.

While that part might become slightly more challenging once Barnaby was back on his feet, I was sure I’d still find time to fuck some lessons out of them. I’d taken to practicing sailor’s knots, repairing old sails, climbing the rigging, and learning all the parts of a ship. The joy of having new knowledge to gobble up was thrilling. There were so many things I’d read about in books but getting to experience them was so much better.

Even though I was shit at cooking, or so the mistress of the whore house told me, I managed to be quite skilled at peeling potatoes and gutting fish they caught as we traveled. Finn recovered faster but found nothing that I was doing interesting and just wanted to stay in his cabin reading. I couldn’t understand why he would find reading better than experiencing. He also stayed as far away from the sailors as possible, but since they had me they didn’t really pay him any mind. Seemed their preference veered towards women and only fucked each other when there wasn’t another option handy.

“Kezia, where are you?” Barnaby called from the deck below where I was in the rigging.

Swiftly, I maneuvered down and dropped to land right in front of him.