Page 128 of Plug and Tame

There was something methodical about his assault. The way he fucked her for mere sport. He seemed in no hurry to finish, as if he was intent on drawing this out for as long as possible.

He certainly wasn’t trying to give her any pleasure.

Suddenly, she understood where Nathaniel had learnt it all from. This was not the first public demonstration his father had held—the crowd’s eager reaction as they watched her assault unfold had all but confirmed that. But unlike his father, Nathaniel had never done this to her before: subjected her to forced sex for the entertainment of others.

That’s what Henrikk was doing. Making an example of her. He moved in and out of her swiftly, pounding deep into her cunt, the crowd gasping with delight each time she yelped or shrieked. To her dismay, she spotted the tally a guard was keeping on a chalkboard. She counted thirteen tally marks.

Thirteen.

Had she truly cried out that many times?

She’d tried so hard to be quiet…

Time passed slowly, the sunset basking the hall with golden light. And then the hall was dark, the flicker of candles casting an eerie glow, distorting the gleeful expressions of the guests.

Henrikk changed his pace, taking her slowly and deeply, one hand supporting his weight on the ground as he leant to the side so he could peer at her. He was gauging her expression, his thin lips curved in a cold smile as he watched her response to every inch of flesh he gave her.

“Yesss,” he hissed, pushing his thick member deeper into her cunt until he bottomed out and held her there. “Take it, slut. Feel my cock. Remember this night. Remember how everyone watched you fall.”

His caustic words burnt through her like acid, eating every hope and dream in their wake. Soon, all that would be left of her was an empty shell. How fitting, that if Nathaniel ever killed his father, she would be just as lost as he would from the curse. That was how she felt. The fight had left her, and if this continued, she wasn’t sure if there’d be anything of her left to salvage.

Her one attempt to fight Henrikk had ended with a sharp backhand to her face, and she’d been compliant ever since.

Please, make it stop.

“It would have been a shame for you to miss the wedding,” Henrikk said conversationally, his voice raised so that the nobles could hear. “I had you brought in at the perfect moment. Gloria had just said ‘I do’…and Nathaniel had been on the cusp of saying it too.” He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at Nathaniel, who was staring at his father with icy rage in his eyes, his mouth gagged and lips split, his hair dishevelled and falling across his forehead, and his face covered in bruises. “See how he stands by and does nothing. He is an attentive student, a grown man…but he can still learn a thing or two from his father, can’t he, slut?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her words barely audible.

“Have no fear. I will ensure you have the best seat in the room when the moment comes for him to say his wedding vows—I will sit upon the throne, and you will be on my lap, with my cock stretching every inch of your tight cunt.”

Nathaniel lunged, and Kira squeezed her eyes shut as a guard punched him in the throat, leaving him wheezing and spluttering.

Several long, endless minutes passed during which Henrikk moved inside her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and always, always reminding her that he was there.

Suddenly, he dragged her up by the hair so she was upright on her knees, her back against his chest. He fondled her breasts with his other hand as he hissed quietly in her ear.

“You might be half vampire, Kira, but make no mistake, you are completely and undeniably a wolf, and little more than a whore for breeding. Once you have provided me with gifted offspring who share your talents, that is how I shall use you—”

He moved his cock in and out, “—Every night, and every day.”

He thrust hard. “Because that is all you are good for, slut. Taking your master’s cock.”

He released her hair, pushing her back forward so her palms hit the floor. He rammed into her. “And once I have grown bored of you, I will give you to my guards. Let them take from you what they will.”

Tears flowed freely down her face.

“Do you know how many guards there are in Wintermaw Keep, slut?”

“No, sir,” she whispered as she took another rough thrust.

“Over four hundred.”

She whimpered.

“Oh, yes. Some of them are made vampires who helped me seize the Keep. Their lust is insatiable, and they never tire of fucking—they are not truly alive, as you surely know. By the time they have all had a turn, you will be spent. In fact…you will not survive the night. Do you know how I know?”

Kira shook her head. Her ‘no sir’ was inaudible, but Henrikk did not reprimand her.