The King’s Lover

Trigger Warning: The first part of this chapter includes a scene of coerced sexual activity. Please proceed with caution or skip if needed.

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Rose winced. Her father's life depended on how well she could fellate the crown prince. Rose slowly nodded with his cock in her mouth. Just taking in the tip was a hassle, and the worst part was she didn't know what to do with it. Should she just cover it with her mouth? Suck on it? But how would she do that without teeth? She had never done this before. She had never had to with Ander—all he needed was a little fondling, and it certainly wasn't this huge. 

Rose yelped as Caius grabbed her hair. The sound was muffled. "Stick out your tongue, relax your lower jaw. If I leave it to you, we'd be here all day." 

While he uttered these orders, he didn't pull away. His thick member was right in her mouth. Rose swallowed, tasting something weird, but there was no time to think about it. She quickly did as he asked. She felt her tongue slide under his cock, and it felt like her mouth opened up wider. 

Rose saw it coming, but it didn't prepare her for the horror. The prince shoved himself deeper into her mouth, slamming against the back of her throat. He pulled out and repeated this. Rose couldn't breathe, and his grip on her hair prevented her from pulling away. 

She felt saliva pool in her mouth, and she had to fight the urge not to throw up. However, this only seemed to make his pull-and-push movements easier. The prince was relentless. She felt him slide down her throat, and Rose could feel her breakfast sliding up her throat. 

She dug her nails into her thighs, feeling her nails dig through the cloth. Rose scratched, anything to distract her from the feeling in her throat. She had only one job: to be a hole the prince could pummel into, and she would do her job right. Tears poured out of her eyes, and she could feel her vision blur. She wasn't getting any air, but she couldn't pass out—not until he emptied his loins, not until she was sure her father wouldn't be killed. But Rose didn't know how long she would last. 

Suddenly, the prince pushed deeper, burying himself all the way to the hilt. Rose's bloodshot eyes widened. He grunted, and she felt his cock pulsate in her throat, followed by a burst of warm liquid pouring down her throat. Rose instinctively tried to pull away, but the prince had her locked in place. 

"Ah," he groaned. "Don't even think about letting a drop out," he said and let go of Rose's hair. 

Rose fell backward, gasping for air. She rolled into a ball as she coughed. Her legs were numb, and her knees were bruised, but neither compared to her throat. Rose grabbed her throat; if it wasn't already so sore, she would have clawed at it in disgust. 

She looked up to see the prince staring down at her with a sneer. She hated that his semi-erect cock was still in view, the tip slick. His eyes followed her gaze, and his sneer deepened. 

"Don't look at me like that," he said, adjusting his pants. "If you're this much of a wreck after this, how would you manage? Not to mention that I did all the work." 

"Forgive me, yer highness. It won't happen again." It was hard to talk; her throat felt very bruised. Rose lifted herself and returned to kneeling. 

"It better not." 

"Mi fat'er, yer highness." Rose's eyes watered. It was way past noon at this point. Her father could be dead. 

Caius lifted his hand, and a guard moved toward them. In his hands was a tiny paper and a quill. Rose wondered what he intended to do with that. 

"What proof do you want?" Caius asked her. 

Rose blinked. It took her a second to realize that the prince was speaking to her. "Mi weddin' gift," Rose replied. 

It was something her father hadn't made yet. If he was dead, he couldn't, and there was no one's work she knew better than her father's. She would know instantly if it was fake. It was also a way to send a message to her father that she was fine. She couldn't see them before going, but at least she could leave some kind of message. 

Caius's eyes narrowed. "Your wedding gift? Do you not understand the situation you're in?" 

"I understand very much, yer highness. Please don't misunderstand. Tis simply somethin' that will assure me mi fat'er is alive." 

"Not my words." 

Rose was unsure how to respond to this. She didn't know if it was a statement or a question. She looked around helplessly while still on her knees. However, the prince didn't speak to her again. He turned his attention to the guard holding the quill. 

"Write to the baron that I have pardoned the execution," Caius said, then slowly turned his eyes to Rose, "and that the trespasser's wedding gift to his daughter should be sent to the royal palace. She will be having a different kind of ceremony." 

The guard nodded, and when he was done writing, he handed it to Caius, who pressed his ring against it before the paper was rolled up. A pigeon in a cage was brought up, and the letter was attached to its foot. The bird was set free, and it flew off in the opposite direction. 

"Get on your feet," Caius ordered. 

Rose struggled to stand, placing her palms on the floor, she pushed upward, using the momentum to stagger to her feet. Standing in front of the crown prince, she bent her head and stared at his feet. 

"It's a good thing you can ride. Get on your horse. We have a long way to go, and I've just spent time catering to your wants." 

"I apologize for wastin' yer time, yer Highness, but is it not too late for mi fat'er?" 

Caius's face darkened. "I told you not a hair on your father's head would be harmed. Do you not believe me?" 

Rose shook her head. "I believe ye." She bowed and walked to the horse. Rose had to make sure. The prince was clearly crazy; no one would believe his words. 

Caius was certain the execution didn't take place. After all, his orders were that no execution should happen except at his word. However, he doubted he would have pardoned her father if she hadn't done as he wanted but he would have left her alone. A fair price to refuse him, wasn't it?