The Eighth God Ch. 06

She rose unsteadily to her feet, and cleaned herself at the vanity table next to the sofa to the best of her ability. Luckily, there happened to be some makeup inside a dusty box in one of the drawers, and she was able to cover up the bruise slightly and re-apply her eye colors. The stains on the dress still showed after she wiped the cum away, but were faded enough that one would not notice unless they really paid attention.

She left the room and walked around the corridors listlessly for a while, trying to make her way back to the banquet hall before realizing that she was lost. Damn this place! It's like a fucking maze. She thought to herself. Just as she was beginning to feel frustrated, she heard a voice down one of the side passages.

"Ohh son... You have such strong hands..." It was a woman's voice, accompanied by soft moans.

"I can't wait anymore, mother. I need to fuck you." A man said with a gruff voice.

"Yes... Come with me. Oh gods I need to feel you inside me!" The woman whimpered.

Eliana's mind was burning with curiosity. She took off her heels and followed the voices and footsteps cautiously, and turned a corner just in time to see a door close. She waited for a minute, then approached the room and put her ear against the door.

"Oh gods yes Ravon!! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Pound my needy cunt!" Eliana could clearly hear the muffled yelps of the queen even through the thick wooden door.

Oh by the great Sal! The queen is fucking her firstborn! The countess could not believe her ears. She took a few steps back and steadied herself. She hid herself away into an alcove and waited patiently for the pair to finish, and started to think of a plan in the meantime...

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After the royal mother and son finished with a screaming orgasm from the queen, Eliana followed the two back to the banquet with extreme caution, memorizing the route carefully along the way. As she walked back to her table, her husband strode up to her angrily and grabbed her arm. "Where the hell have you been." He whispered furiously, and narrowed his eyes. "What in the hells happened to your face?"

Eliana shrugged her husband hand away, and said dismissively. "I fell against a sconce."

"Don't give me that shit!" The count said through gritted teeth, perhaps a bit too loudly as some nobles nearby raised an eyebrow or two their way. "You think I don't know you've been fucking Lord Elbon? And god knows who else!" He whispered after glancing around self-consciously.

"Then divorce me." The countess simply said, looking down on her husband as she did so, as she was a fair bit taller in her heels. She strode back to her seat next to Lord Elbon, leaving her husband stunned, his mouth agape.

Lord Elbon scanned her up and down as she sat down, leaned to her and said. "I take it your introduction to Prince Jacob did not go well?"

Eliana simply smiled and did not reply. She took a long swig of her wine, and heard the lord add. "I told you. If you want to make it here, you can't go wrong with Orvon." He said as he snuck a hand under her dress and ran his fingers up her thigh. "Stick with me, and I'll make sure to get you on the minister's good side. He's not getting younger you know. Sooner or later he's going to need a wife."

Eliana swatted the lord's hand away. "No thank you, my lord. Thank you for all your 'help', but I won't be requiring any more of your assistance." She said coldly.

The change on the handsome lord's face was immediate. The winsome but sleazy smile on his face turned ugly as he curled his lips and sneered. "You ungrateful whore... Who in the hells do you think you are..." He whispered harshly. "Go back to your slut of a friend's parties, a fuckdoll is all you will ever be." The lord stood up. "Let's go." He said to his wife, who had a wide grin on her face as she sneered at Eliana, and left with their slave in tow.

Eliana breathed deeply. Her husband seemed to have gone as well, and her mind raced nervously as she concentrated on her plan. She was truly betting it all on her next gambit, and just the thought of dealing with the prince again made her queasy with fear. It's going to work... It must. She repeated to herself.

She spent the rest of the evening staring at Prince Jacob, waiting for him to make a move. She finally got her chance as the prince stood up, presumably to use the lavatory. She quickly rose to follow.

Just as she went through the door that Jacob had just used to leave the hall, she was suddenly grabbed by her throat and pinned against the wall. "Why are you following me, bitch. Have you not learned your lesson?" The prince snarled as he choked the countess with a vice-like grip.

"P-Please. I-I have information." She managed to gasp.

The prince sneered contemptuously. "What could you possibly tell me that's useful?"

"P-Please... I-I can't breathe!" Eliana heaved.

Jacob relaxed his grip. "Speak." He said.

"I won't say anything until we swear a blood-oath." Eliana said hoarsely as she gulped at the air like a fish out of water.

"Pfft. What a waste of time." Jacob shook his head as he prepared to walk away.

"It could give you the throne." Eliana said, calling after the prince.

Jacob stopped and turned around. "You expect me to believe you?"

Eliana stared unblinkingly at the prince. "I am telling the truth. What I know would deliver the throne to you on a plate. You only need take it."

Normally, Jacob would not have given such an outrageous claim a second thought, but something in the countess' eyes gave him pause. "And what do you want in return?"

Eliana's eyes glinted in the swaying torchlight of the dimly lit hallway. She slinked up to the prince and put her arms around his shoulders.

"I want to be queen."

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Prince Jacob

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Jacob sat in his chair, deep in thought. The countess had left the banquet, but her words left a deep impression. She seemed different from all the women in the past who tried to get closer to him, and it wasn't just because of her looks. What kind of information could she possibly offer me? He thought to himself. A blood-oath was no joking matter. Powerful magics are involved in a blood-oath ceremony, and the parties of the oath must abide by it, lest they suffer the consequences. When jacob was young, he had seen a man who had broken his oath. He shuddered as he recalled the grisly details of the man's demise. The details of the oath that the countess had proposed did not seem unreasonable, however. He'd have to take her as his queen, and promise to do her no harm, but only if the information she provides leads to him ascending the throne.

Taking a woman like her as my queen might not be such a bad idea... He thought. He certainly needed one if he became king, and Eliana seemed a better choice than most. She might not be of noble blood, but Jacob was never one to care for such things. The countess seemed like someone who had a fierce spirit and was relentless in her pursuits. Not bad qualities for a queen to have...

Fine. He decided. We'll do it her way.

Just then, the doors burst open and a servant ran inside and shouted. "The king is awake! The king is awake! He's asked for the royal family and Minister Orvon!"