The Eighth God Ch. 06

The high lords sat at the tables right underneath the throne, and Orvon kept a wary eye on their faces. The slightest twitch of a muscle, the merest suggestion of a glance, and the most negligible hint of a whisper were all clues to him. These lords were the most powerful of them all, and Orvon would need to be sure of which way they leaned before the king passes.

Behind the high lords sat the other lords and dukes and assorted nobles, in order of rank. Near the front of them sat Lord Elbon, Orvon noticed. Elbon was one of his majesty's most loyal subjects, and had accumulated much wealth for himself. He'd been petitioning Orvon to join the ranks of the high lords, but Orvon had been delaying him for months, just to test the man's patience and loyalty.

At Lord Elbon's table sat a noble couple that Orvon had not seen before. The man was unassuming enough, but the woman was strikingly beautiful, and Orvon made a mental note to find out who they were. As someone who built a reputation of knowing everything, he did not enjoy not knowing anyone who sat amongst the most powerful nobles of the kingdom.

The more important seats in the room had a small cushion next to them for the slaves of powerful lords to kneel on. Each lord could only bring a single slave, in consideration of the space available. They used the occasion to show off their wealth, and brought out their most attractive and obedient slaves, dressed in extravagant silk and sequin dresses, dripping in lavish jewelry and chains made of various precious metals. Most of the slaves were dressed skimpily, but not so bare as to be considered depraved.

Orvon glanced sideways at the slave Elsi who knelt beside her master. Even in a room filled with gorgeous slaves in obscenely lavish dresses, the petite slave of the Candran ambassador shone above the rest. She was in a one piece dress which flowed from top to bottom like liquid gold, and white-gold decorations draped over her from head to toe. Teardrop shaped mother-of-pearl dangled from her headpiece, and she wore a frayed gold collar proudly. Even a man as stoic as Orvon could not help but feel his mind wander as he looked upon the beautiful creature.

A peal of trumpets broke Orvon out of his reverie, and all eyes in the room were drawn towards the entrance to the hall. "His royal highness, second prince of the Kingdom of Salka, the Silver Dragon, Master of a thousand slaves, Prince Jacob Volk!" The court herald shouted in a booming voice as the massive oak doors opened, and prince Jacob strolled in, with his twin slaves, Ava and Ada, in tow. The prince was dressed in a magnificent silver robe, with a dragon embroidered with silver thread down its side, the twins were in similar dresses to match their master. Quite a few of the nobles in attendance cheered as the prince walked past them, and Orvon took a mental note of them.

Jacob took his seat on the opposite side of the throne after exchanging the minimum of pleasantries with Orvon and the ambassador. The twins stood behind him proudly, disregarding the cushion beside the prince's ornate chair.

A few moments later, the herald announced the arrival of General Kalman and Prince Avery. Technically, Kalman Volk was also a prince, being the brother to the king, but he had long eschewed the title, preferring to be recognized alongside his men as a man of the battlefield, and the herald announced him as such. The herald rattled off the impressive achievement of the big man, and Avery, who stood beside him, felt a bit of color creeping up his cheeks. Avery had no titles besides that of a prince, and no achievements to speak of. Even a man as creative and fanciful as the herald could not think of anything to bestow upon the prince, and simply announced him as "the young star of Salka".

The general approached Orvon and embraced him in a bear hug. "Old friend!" He boomed. "How have you been these years?"

Orvon smiled, enduring the long crushing hug that was the signature of the big man. "I'm quite well. But not as well as you, it seems." He winced. "Sorry for not greeting you upon your return to the city. I've been rather busy."

Kalman looked at the bags under Orvon's eyes and knew that "rather busy" was a massive understatement. "No worries, old friend. You're the one keeping the kingdom together, after all." He paused. "Has my brother been awake yet?"

The entire royal family had already visited the king many times upon their return, and the king had been in a deep sleep the entire time. "No," Orvon shook his head. "And he isn't likely to be any time soon, according to his physicians."

Kalman sighed. "Did he tell you what his plans were?"

Orvon glanced at the curious eyes of Avery and the calculating eyes of his brother, and replied. "No, and let us discuss this some other time. Tonight is a joyous occasion. Eat, drink, and relax. Especially you, general. You must have missed the fare of the capital out there in the barbarian lands."

Kalman laughed. "Indeed!" He clapped Orvon on the shoulders, and led his young petite slave to his seat. He did not bid her to kneel, but instead lifted her up, squealing, onto his lap, and played with her smallish tits as they all awaited for the arrival of the other members of the royal family.

Finally, trumpets sounded once again, and in walked the eldest prince Ravon, with Queen Carosa Illiam Volk at his side. The crowd first cheered, but soon the cheers changed into whispers and gasps as they saw the female slave that Ravon towed behind him. The woman was the rumored barbarian queen Ravon had captured on his campaign against the Kaskarian tribes. She was led by a heavy chain that was attached to her thick, black iron collar. She was entirely naked. Her skin was dry and dirty, and her silver-white hair was lustreless and unkempt. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, which was in turn tied by a string to a shiny steel hook that penetrated her anus. The string was short and taut, forcing her to lean her head far back. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and a ball gag had been placed in her mouth, and her feet were tied together by a loose chain just long enough for her to walk in short, tight steps. The gasps from the crowd was partly due to the display of the slave, but also were directed towards the red whip marks that criss-crossed her entire back.

Most of the crowd murmured their disapproval of the obscene display of a roughly treated slave at such a grand occasion as the royal autumn festival banquet, although the nobles firmly in support of Prince Ravon still cheered somewhat hesitantly as the prince dragged the slave, half-stumbling and delirious, up to his seat.

"What is the meaning of this..." Growled General Kalman as the prince approached the table in front of the throne.

"What's the problem, uncle?" The prince rumbled back. "She was the queen of a Kaskarian tribe, and now she's my spoils of war. A symbol of the Kaskar region's eventual submission to our kingdom. Is this not the perfect occasion to show her to our subjects as a symbol of our Salkan might?"

Orvon observed the crowd quietly as the prince bickered with his uncle. From his estimations, the minister could only ensure the loyalty of barely over a third of the more powerful lords in attendance. Which was still more, although only slightly, than those who would bend the knee to Jacob. Less still were the supporters of Ravon, which did not come as a surprise, considering his volatile temperament and the fact that he was dumb as a footstool. What worried Orvon was the number of supporters the queen had. Her own family was ancient, dating back to the God Wars era. They mostly kept to themselves, but still had connections throughout the land, including ties to the Mages' and the Slavers' Guilds. Orvon knew that she'd always favored her firstborn, and that worried him.

He watched as the prince finally took his seat after forcing the former barbarian queen down on her knees, and stood up to announce the start of the festival. "My finest Lords and Ladies! Welcome to the autumn festival." He waited for the applause to die down. "Tonight we honor those who fought valiantly on the battlefield against the western barbarians, and foreign friends who have come to renew the spirit of friendship between our kingdoms. We also honor the royal family, who guides us through these uncertain times. But most of all, we honor the ordinary people, the noble farmers who harvest their bounties at this time of the year. They are the ones who make all this possible, the ones who put the food on our tables. Sadly, our King cannot be with us tonight due to his illness, but no doubt he would wish us to be merry and enjoy the feast. Now, without further ado, let the feast begin!"

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Countess Eliana

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Eliana hummed as she sipped her wine. The royal banquet was certainly a caliber above any other she'd ever attended. The food and drink were all delicious, and she glowed with the attention she'd been getting from her company at the table. Her husband, on the other hand, had been getting surlier as the evening went on. He'd been trying to engage with some of the other nobles in business discussions, but they all seemed to be far more interested in engaging in conversation with his gorgeous wife.

Eliana wore a tight black and red dress with a long slit down the side that gave occasional glimpses of her long, lithe legs as she walked, all the way up to the side of her creamy hips.

Her husband sat to her left at the table, and Lord Elbon to her right. The lord had been sneaking his hand under her dress to grope at her smooth legs and crotch the whole night. Eliana did not resist his advances, and even spread her legs a few times to allow the lord better access. Her husband was none the wiser, but Lord Elbon's wife had been staring daggers at Elbon and Eliana the whole night. Eliana didn't care. Elbon was only a stepping stone, she wasn't satisfied with simply moving from being a trophy wife to a trophy mistress of a more powerful man.

The lord leaned into her and whispered. "I don't know what your plan here is tonight, but let me give you a piece of advice." He rubbed her thigh as he spoke. "Whatever you do, make sure you stay in the good graces of Minister Orvon."

Eliana smiled and nodded, but knew that she'd have no chance with the minister. Beauty and sex were her only assets, and she'd long known of the minister's stoic reputation. He had never married, and was the only man in the royal court who did not keep any slaves. Sometimes she wondered whether he had any sex at all. She scanned the royal table, and her eyes settled on Prince Jacob. Out of the three princes, he seemed the most pliable. The youngest prince held no real power, and the eldest prince was, by all accounts, an imbecile, and his crazed eyes did not speak of a man she'd want to approach. Not to mention the vulgar display he put on during his entrance.

She'd heard of Prince Jacob's reputation, of course. His sexual appetite was legendary, and she felt she could use his penchant for married noble-ladies to her advantage. The only thing that gave her pause was his reputation for cruelty... I've come too far to give up now. She thought, gritting her teeth. She knew this was the only chance she had to approach the highest echelons of nobility, and she was going to make the most of it.

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Prince Jacob

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Jacob was in a sour mood. He'd watched his older brother's entrance through gritted teeth and slitted eyes. Ravon may be an idiot, but his prowess in battle was undeniable, and Jacob knew that Ravon paraded out the barbarian woman to rub it in his face. Jacob himself had led a few campaigns, but had never achieved the same success as his brother. The twins who stood behind him felt his irritation, and massaged his shoulders as the banquet went on.

Jacob scanned the hall, and spotted an unfamiliar face sitting next to Lord Elbon near the front of the room. The woman was absolutely stunning, the most beautiful creature Jacob had ever laid eyes on. He stared at her, and wondered who she was to Elbon. The woman suddenly lifted her eyes and looked directly into his. She smiled as she caught his eye, took a sip from her wine cup, and licked her lips slowly.

Jacob straightened his back and leaned forward. He returned her smile and stood up, beckoning her to follow with the slightest nudge of his chin. The twins made to follow him, but he waved them back, bidding them to stay.

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Countess Eliana

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Eliana's heart raced as she excused herself from the table. He did mean for me to follow... Right? She thought to herself. She left through one of the side doors, and caught a glance of the prince disappearing down a side corridor. She quickly shuffled after him, after making sure no one was within sight.

She followed the prince down a series of convoluted corridors until the prince entered a small room and closed the door behind him. Eliana walked up to the room, and only hesitated slightly before knocking on the door.

"Come in." She heard the prince's voice, muffled behind the thick door.

She twisted the handle and entered, biting her lip in nervousness. Inside the room, Jacob sat on a large sofa with his legs crossed.

"Well, well... Who do we have here." The prince drawled lazily.

"Eliana Vero Eryon, at your service, your royal highness." Eliana curtsied to the best of her ability in her tight dress.

"You're married?" Jacob asked hungrily.

"Yes, your highness." Eliana smirked. "My husband and I were invited to the banquet by Lord Elbon."

"A beautiful woman like you... Following a man like me into a secluded room... What would your poor husband think?" The prince taunted her.

"Well..." The beautiful countess lowered her tone, and walked slowly towards the prince. "I suppose he would think that I am..." She placed her hand on the prince's knee, and knelt before him. "A slut."

Jacob sighed as she released his cock from his pants. His rod was already iron hard from arousal. He was certainly used to women throwing themselves at him, but none so wanton, and none nearly as beautiful.

"Mmmmm..." Eliana moaned as she wrapped her lips around the prince's cock. "You're so hard, my prince."

Jacob moaned as he put a hand behind the countess' head, and pushed her down until she gagged. "Oh yes you little whore." He groaned. "Look what you've done."

"Gg... Gak... Ghhhh." Eliana gagged as she struggled to take the entirety of the prince's impressive length inside her throat, and tears began to leak out of the corner of her eyes.

The prince shoved her head up and down his shaft a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the countess and roughly placed her, still kneeling, face down on the sofa. "Today's your lucky day, you horny little slut." He hissed. "I really need to let off some steam after my brother's stupid little show... I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk back to your husband anymore."

Eliana whimpered, half in fear and half in arousal. Men like Lord Elbon had been rough with her before, but she wasn't sure that she would be prepared for Prince Jacob's assault, given his reputation.

The prince slid her dress aside by the long slit down the side, and slid his hand between the countess' legs. He was pleased to find that she was already damp. He nudged open her lower lips with a couple of fingers and slid them in, eliciting a whimpering response from the hot woman in front of him.

"Ohh..." Eliana moaned. "Put it in me, my prince." Her heart raced with anticipation and a tinge of fear.

Jacob obliged, sliding his long cock easily into her slick entrance. "Not bad..." He groaned. "You're a lot tighter than most of the whores I've fucked." He slid his hand down her back, admiring the taut musculature which rippled beneath her creamy skin.

Eliana moaned as the prince began to fuck her hard and deep. She felt a hand on the back of her head, grinding her face into the sofa cushions. The pressure on her head added to her arousal and her moans became louder and louder as the thudding sound of flesh upon flesh in the room became more and more frantic.

"Oh yes, your highness! Fuck this unworthy slut!" Eliana yelled, making sure to stimulate the prince verbally. "Punish this whore's unfaithful cunt!" From her experience, men in power could not get enough of a noblewoman degrading herself before them. She was right. The prince was enjoying every second of fucking the dirty countess. Never before had a noblewoman acted like such a wanton slut before him.

"Ugh yeah you fucking dirty bitch..." Jacob grunted as he spanked her asscheeks. "Do you let your husband do this to you?"

"O-Of course not, your highness." Eliana whimpered. "He's a weak man who can no longer satisfy me." She said, and the prince smirked and gave her a few more hard spanks, drawing muffled yelps from the countess.

After a few minutes more of the prince's rough pounding, Eliana could no longer contain herself. She let out a prolonged, muffled shriek into the cushions, and came. The prince felt a gush of hot liquid against his legs and grinned. "A squirter, eh? You really are full of surprises..."

The countess mewled in post-orgasmic bliss, and then felt the prince rubbing her fluids around her asshole with his cock-head. "Oh... Yes my prince. Take my virgin ass..." She lied. "Do whatever you want to me..." She pushed on. "Make me yours, o prince. I'd leave my husband for you in a heartbeat..."

"So that's what you're after eh?" The prince suddenly grabbed the countess and turned her around. "You fucking slut." He slapped her suddenly. Hard. The cracking sound of the hit reverberated in the room. Eliana yelped in pain as she fell back onto the sofa, her face reddened, already starting to bruise.

"Did you think it was going to be so easy?" Jacob sneered, choking her with one hand. "Do you think I haven't had women throw themselves at me, desperate to become a princess?" He squeezed harder. "I'll admit, you are definitely the most exquisite piece of meat I've ever fucked, but that's all you'll ever be..."

"Gh... P-Please..." Eliana managed to gasp through the Prince's hold on her throat.

Jacob relented, dropping her onto the sofa. "I haven't cum yet, bitch." He growled. The prince bent her legs back, placing them on his shoulders, and shoved his cock into her ass.

"OH GODS!!" Eliana screamed from the sudden, unwelcome intrusion. The prince ignored her whimpers and fucked her ass, hard.

Eliana's mind burned with the pain of the prince's pounding of her raw asshole, and gritted her teeth. She had trained herself extensively in the upcoming days to the banquet, knowing that the prince would most likely want to fuck her ass, but she was wholly unprepared for the destruction of her hole that she was receiving now.

After a long while of enduring the pain, Eliana finally got used to the prince's cock in her ass, and began to feel the now-familiar pleasure of anal sex. Moans of pleasure began to be mixed into her shrieks of pain.

"Ugh... You like being fucked in your rear, don't you. You fucking whore!" Jacob was truly enjoying fucking the countess. He looked deep into her fear-filled eyes, and felt his climax approaching.

"Oh yeah you whore..." Jacob pulled out at the last second and spurted his royal seed all over the countess's upper body, splashing her face and dress.

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Eliana sniffed and raised herself up off the sofa. She had lain there for a long while after the prince left. Fuck. She thought. What am I supposed to do now. She felt miserable. Her dress was rumpled and covered in cum from the prince's assault, and her face was a ruined mess. She winced as she touched the place where Jacob had hit her. She felt like crying, but couldn't help but admit she'd cum over and over as the prince forcibly took her ass. Gods, maybe I truly am a whore.