The pillow was still over her face. Her screams were muffled. The silk was wet with her tears and saliva. Her legs were spread wide, one foot on the bed, one hanging off the edge. Her panties were still on her thigh. The blood was running down from her entrance, soaking the bunched mattress, pooling on the expensive sheets.
Hordy looked down at her. He watched his scarred shaft—seven inches of royal, broken, vengeful meat—slam into her hairy cunt. The blood made it slick. The walls of her virgin pussy gripped him with the desperate, terrified tightness of a girl who had never been trained for this.
"So tight," he muttered. "So fucking tight. You are gripping me like a fist. You like it? You like being fucked by a prince?"
"Please—" she gasped under the pillow. "Please— stop— I am dying— I am—"
"Then die," he said. He slammed harder. "Die on my cock. I will fuck your corpse. I will fuck your ghost. I am the Crown Prince. I take what I want."
He gripped her clit again. He pinched it. He pulled it while he fucked her. He used her body like a piece of meat. His hips were a machine. The wet slap of flesh on flesh was loud in the chamber. The bed groaned. The silk sheets tore.
There was a knock.
"Enter," Hordy snapped. He did not stop. He did not slow. He kept fucking the maid as the door opened.
The butler entered.
An old man. Dried. Proper. He carried a silver tray. On it was a letter—sealed with black wax. Beside it was a small pouch of velvet. The butler looked up. He saw the scene. He did not flinch. He had seen it before. But his eyes widened slightly.
The maid’s face was white. The pillow was slipping. Her mouth was open. Blood was on her chin—from biting her own lip. Her legs were spread obscenely. The prince’s scarred cock was buried to the hilt in her hairy, bleeding pussy. The blood was everywhere. On the sheets. On her thighs. On the prince’s hips.
"My lord," the butler said. His voice was steady. "A letter. Urgent. And a pouch of coin."
"Leave it," Hordy grunted. He was pounding. He was close. He grabbed the pillow and pressed it back down hard. "Can’t you see I am busy? This bitch—"
"She will die," the butler said. Flatly. Factually.
"So?" Hordy snapped. He pulled the pillow away slightly. The maid gasped—a wet, desperate, ragged sound. He slapped her face. Hard. "How dare that bitch interrupt me? I will kill her. I will break her. She is nothing."
"She is the third this month," the butler said. His voice dropped. "The Queen Mother has sent word. Firmly. If any more palace girls die in your chambers, she will have you reprimanded. Publicly. She may strip you of the Crown Prince title. She has the King’s ear, my lord. And the council is already—"
"Silence," Hordy hissed.
He pulled out of the maid.
SKHLRK—
The cock emerged coated in blood and virgin wetness. The maid gasped. She rolled onto her side. She curled. Her hands pressed between her legs. She was bleeding. Heavier than a maiden’s flow. She sobbed. Her face was white as the sheets. Her eyes were glassy.
Hordy stood.
His scarred cock hung red and dripping. He did not care. He grabbed the letter from the tray. He tore the seal. He read.
His face changed.
The color drained. Then flooded back—purple, violent, apoplectic. His hand shook. The paper trembled. The pouch of coins fell from the tray. Gold spilled across the floor. Royal coins. Twenty of them. The same coins he had once paid for a mercenary.
The letter was written in a hand he remembered. He had seen it once, years ago, on a contract. On a sword-for-hire agreement. A woman who had laughed at him. A woman he had broken. A woman who had cut his cock and run.
His eyes read the words.
’"Next time, I am going to cut off your balls, you bastard."’
’"I’m returning your coins too."’
’"And I’m going to be coming soon in the capital city."’
The name was at the bottom.
’’VESS.’’
The room went silent.
Hordy stood there. Naked from the waist down. Blood on his cock. Blood on his hands. A broken maid sobbing on his bed. Gold coins scattered at his feet like an accusation.
He stared at the name.
"That bitch," he whispered.
His voice was quiet. Terrifying. The butler took a step back.
"That bitch," Hordy said again, louder. "That fucking whore. That mercenary cunt. I had her. I broke her. I gave her to the pigs. I took her sword. She ran. She hid. She cut my cock—" His hand went to his scarred shaft. He gripped it. "She cut my royal cock and now she dares—she DARES—to write to me? To threaten me? To return my coins?"
He slammed the letter onto the table.
The butler flinched.
"She is coming," Hordy said. His voice was a snarl. "She is coming here. To my city. To my capital."
He turned to the maid.
She was curled on the bed, bleeding, crying, her hands between her legs. He looked at her with eyes that saw nothing. His mind was on the past. On the night. On the mercenary with the thick thighs and the laugh that had made him feel small.
He grabbed the pillow.
He pressed it over her face again.
"She saw me," he whispered. "She saw me at my weakest. She saw me before the healing. Before the sorcerers fixed what they could. She saw me bleed. And now she thinks she can challenge me? She thinks she can enter my city and walk away?"
"My lord," the butler said. "The Queen Mother’s warning—"
"FUCK the Queen Mother!" Hordy screamed.
He pulled the pillow from the maid’s face. She gasped. Her face was blue. She was on the edge of death. He slapped her again. Hard. Her head snapped back.
"Get out," he snarled at the maid. "Get out before I finish what I started. Crawl. Crawl back to the scullery."
The maid scrambled. She fell from the bed. She crawled. Naked. Bleeding. Her panties still on her thigh. Her uniform torn. She crawled across the floor, leaving a trail of red, and dragged herself through the door.
Hordy stood alone.
The butler was still there. Trembling.
Hordy looked at the letter. He looked at the name.
’’VESS.’’
He gripped the velvet pouch. He threw it against the wall. The gold coins scattered across the marble, spinning, catching the candlelight.
He grinned and yelled,"THAT BITCH IS FINALLY COMING!"
****
"I AM CUMMMINGGG~~~ KYAAANGHHH~~!!!" Raven, hearing this scream, looked down at his thumb and forefinger that were pinching the clit over the panty of the woman on her knees with her pants lowered to her thighs.
Her eyes widened, saliva dripping out of her mouth, soaked and overwhelmed with his seed matted over her face, while the literal panty outlined by her puffy pussy became wet as she came herself just by his finger pinch, making him smile as he looked at the woman whom he thought would have become loose after getting gangbanged in her prime.
He chuckled and said to the Vess.
"Damn, Aren’t you too much sensitive down here?"