Chapter#44

Chapter#44
Rhea’s POV

The slave man had been used and tortured by Stormhowl’s lords and their wives. The wives weren’t allowed to touch them or get touched by them, instead they’d lay down and watch their husbands fucking and torturing them. 

The hard cock at the entrance to my body wasnt just a reaction to being around a naked woman. There was real desire in his eyes. Like he’d spend the last hours of his life fucking me.

With a gasp, my body arched as the thick rod of his erection pushed inside me. My focus was on Lenadro and I didn’t ralise how thick and long the slave man’s cock was. It was bigger than I thought it was.

And then I heard a low groan. My eyes shifted to the slave man from Leandro’s, and I saw the pleasure in his movements. 

With a little whimper, I dug my hands into the sheets of the bed beneath me. I moved my body slowly with his movements, as his hands pressed me down, keeping me in place. 

My pussy was becoming wetter, making sloppy noises as the slave man pushed in and out. His thrusts came harder and faster at just the right time to make my body respond with pleasure. 

I moaned, dragging my gaze, only to find myself staring into Leandro’s glittering eyes. He’d moved closer. It felt like he was almost touching the slave man. His lips parted with anticipation as he watched me. 

Somehow he knew… he knew that I was close, that I was going to orgasm while the slave man fucked me, even though I only wanted him.

The slave man’s body pressed hard against my swollen clit, and I found myself crying out. My hips lifted as I stared into Leandro’s cold eyes. And then, the pleasure burst out of my core, making my body ripple and shake with pleasure as I clenched down on the slave man’s cock.

A ragged groan tore from his throat, as my pussy convulsed around him. His hands tightened on my waist as he pounded faster, harder, and I clutched at the bed beneath me as the ecstasy spiraled wildly out of control.

His cock pulsed inside me and as he groaned again, I realized he was cumming. Hot liquid sprayed my insides, causing me to gasp as my pussy milked him, eagerly accepting the offering as it set off another wave of rapture that rippled through my body.

Then he slumped over me, his muscular chest heaving, bending me completely in half.

Behind him, Leandro sighed, a deep, satisfied sound. “Did I tell you to stop?” He grabbed the slave man’s shoulders from behind, “Keep fuking her!”

I didn’t close my legs, instead I rubbed my swollen clit, waiting for Leandro to fuck me. The slave man held his soft cock in his hand and pushed it inside me. He didn’t have the strength, but the years of slavery taught him not to say no to any order.

A loud groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself deeper into me.

And then I could feel a different kind of push, forcing my legs to stretch even more. I tilted my head and found Lenadro fucking the slave man. And slowly, his cock started to harden inside me.

I closed my eyes, as the thrusts speedened up and I rubbed my clit virgously, letting my mind think that the only man I’d ever loved was fucking me.

And then a warm liquid splash spread around my breasts and face, but the thrusts didn't stop. I slowly opened my eyes, and the sight should’ve made me horrified, but instead, I enjoyed it.

The slave man’s head was bashed by Leandro’s bare hands while he was still fucking him. His brain and blood were all around my body, but Leandro didn’t stop. He still fucked the headless slave, whose dead cock was still stiff inside me, fucking me. 

Leandro was known for such cruelty, and he’d done things way worse. But I didn’t judge him for that. I knew what a man he was, and I vowed to the moons that I’d love him till my last breath and would be by his side no matter what.

His thrusts grew stronger, and his groans grew louder. Our eyes met again. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, I wanted him to fuck me the way he fucked that headless slave, but I found pleasure in what pleasured him.

And soon, he let out a load groan which told me he cummed the inside of the dead slave’s anus. He pulled away, making the dead body weigh on me. 

He wasn’t a wiry slave. He was huge and broad with heavy muscles. My body pressed down against his weight, and the shackle on my neck made it even worse. 

But I managed to wriggle myself out from underneath him. 

I got on my all fours, ignoring all the blood on myself and the bed, facing Leandro, who had already walked to the window on the other side of the room. 

“Let me serve you, Alpha,” I purred as the heavy chain on my neck clinked.

I only wanted him to say yes.

He turned around, scanning me, drenched in blood. “Still got a whore’s mouth, huh?” his voice was a husky groan. 

I got up on my knees and opened my thighs, teasing my clit, as I sucked the fingers of my other hand, making my tongue taste the slave man’s blood.

He walked closer and then stopped close enough for me to feel his breath on my face. “I’ll leave for Ironfang in the morning.” He snapped in a rough whisper, “Clean yourself up when you’re done and ask someone to dispose of the body and change the sheets.”

My movements stopped, and my gaze dropped low. I’d always wanted him to want me. But the little want he had for my body was gone now. 

I am just a wolfless whore now and he disgusts me. 

I could never be his beta again or stand by his side. Maybe he wasn’t even going to free me and leave me here helpless and get used by the Stromhowl’s lords.

Before I could say anything, he moved away. I watched him take off his shirt, stripping off completely before walking toward the bathroom, as tears rolled down my face, even when I tried a lot not to let them come out.

“You’re still my Beta,” his voice rang in my ears, making my head face him, “I’ll make sure Gavric pays for what he did to you.”