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cum a second time, only
seconds after the first.
    She'd never experienced anything
so exciting... or so wrong. He's likely to put a bastard in my belly ,
she thought, but the idea of being made fat with his child only excited her
more. This is wrong. Sick and wrong, she repeated over and over to
herself, as her body trembled with convulsions. That I should let this
animal degrade me so, breeding me like a bitch in heat while he slaughters my
people. May the Gods punish me for my sins.
    Kerlok leaned over her, shaking,
releasing several more loads inside of her. She felt it seeping back out of her
hole, coating her thighs with slime, running down the back of her knees.
    When he was finally done, he
grunted and pulled out, wiping a trail of seed on her buttocks. He threw a
greasy robe over his shoulders and left without a word.
    Quolondra lay where she was,
half-draped over the bed, her face in the blankets, her toes on the floor
propping her up over the footboard. Though she'd had two orgasms, she was still
tingling, hungry for more. She expected the guards to come for her, but the
doors remained shut. Perhaps they'd forgotten her, perhaps she should try to
escape...
    Instead of getting up and
checking the doors, she ran her fingers through the sticky mess in her cunt,
feeling herself. She was tender, but not injured, but there was so much cream
it would be a miracle if she didn't get pregnant.
    Her fingers traced a circle
around her sensitive pearl. She tried to pretend that she wasn't doing what she
knew she was doing: fingering herself and thinking about Kerlok. He was just so
different from every other man she'd ever met; a powerful, fearless, hairy
creature that cared only about his own pleasure, indifferent to her feelings,
an insensitive brute that would fuck her whenever, wherever, and however he
pleased. He wasn't a simpering fool afraid to take what he wanted. He was a
king and her equal. More than her equal.
    She replayed their first meeting
in the throne room, remembering how he'd forced her to her knees, how she'd done
everything she could to refuse him, how he'd even made her vomit. But this
time, in her imagination, there was no vomit. This time, she refused him less
stridently, she tried harder to please him—and this time, when he came in
her mouth, she came too, and swallowed it all down.
    She still had her fingers inside
of her when the guards came for her.
    ––––––––
    A fterward, she felt ashamed of
herself. She knew it was wrong to take pleasure in her predicament. She'd been
lucky so far. She knew rationally that Kerlok was not some fantasy lover, but a
brutal killer using her for his pleasure. When she really thought about it, it
made her afraid. He had no interest in her beyond her value to him as a
hostage, and as a place to spill his seed. Dark thoughts of her future, of
being cast aside after the fall of Hylandryl, of falling prey to Half-mouth's
amusement, led her down a torturous path into dreaming.
    Hours later, she was startled
awake.
    The room was dark, but she knew
she wasn't alone. Her skin prickled. She could smell him.
    As her eyes adjusted, Kerlok's
shape took form, a black silhouette against the dim, moonless night sky visible
through the window. She could tell by the faint curve of light outlining his
massive shoulders and arms and curling around his narrow waist that he was
naked.
    Her heart began to beat rapidly
and, in spite of her earlier musings, she pulled away, suddenly frightened. The
footboards pressed into her back and her arms hung limply at her sides, asleep
in their shackles. She couldn't move so much as an inch.
    He took two steps forward,
planting his feet on either side of her naked thighs. His sex dangled over her,
his skin redolent with animal musk. He grabbed her by the hair and tilted her
head, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips, smearing them with his
slick, salty arousal.
    She turned her head, whimpering
through tightly clenched teeth.
    The