The Voyeur

Every human born into the Lycan Realm had never experienced the horrors of slavery. Unlike the Dragon Empire and Vampire Kingdom, who enslaved their humans from birth, the Lycan rulers deemed such practices inhumane. However, with Lazarus now in control of the Lycan kingdom, every single human was taken as a slave. Among them were those who had been freed nine years ago when Visenya overthrew Lazarus.

Despite this, Lycans remained untouchable under Lucian's command. Lucian understood that they were his only leverage over Visenya. If he were to enslave them as well, it would become more challenging to control her. He wanted her to be obedient and to fear the consequences of attempting to escape her captivity.

Caspian and Sarai, along with all the guards and their families, were forcefully expelled from the palace. They found themselves settling in cities and villages alongside other Lycans, where they had no choice but to fend for themselves. Caspian refused to leave Sarai and Synora, feeling a deep obligation to ensure their safety and well-being. After all, it was Sarai who had taken him in when his parents passed away, so he felt compelled to return the favor by looking after her now.

It had only been a couple of weeks since Lazarus was given authority over the kingdom, and with humans now enslaved, there were fewer workers running the markets and tending to the crops and cattle. As a result, food had become scarce, forcing the Lycans to rely on their instinctual hunting tactics. On this particular afternoon, as Caspian, Sarai, and Synora made their way back home from yet another trip to the market, a sense of frustration hung in the air.

"How long are we going to continue like this, doing nothing to help Visenya?" Caspian gruffed, his voice filled with exasperation.

"There is nothing we can do for her,” Sarai sighed. “You heard what the dragon said... If we try to intervene in any way, she will be the one punished. The best thing we can do for her is nothing at all."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this from you, of all people, Sarai," Caspian responded, his tone tinged with disappointment. "That's your daughter, for Goddess' sake."

“You think I don’t care?! Do you think I don’t wish she was back home, far away from that monster?!” Sarai chastised.

“I don’t know anymore... Every time I try to go and reason with him, you scream at me not to do it,” Caspian said, his voice filled with frustration.

“Because you think you have some magical way of getting him to listen to you!” Sarai exclaimed. “He will never let Visenya go, Caspian! Don’t you understand that?!”

“You don’t know that... Why can’t we at least try?” Caspian pleaded.

“Because it’s no use!” Sarai insisted. “You need to listen to what I’m telling you and let it go!”

“I can’t let it go!” Caspian raised his voice in anguish. “Every day she’s having to endure Goddess knows what from him! What if he kills her?”

“He won’t kill her,” Sarai said with certainty.

“How can you be so sure?” Caspian questioned.

“I just am, damn it!” Sarai screamed, her frustration boiling over. “Synora, if I have to tell you one more time to stay here at my side, I will punish you!”

Synora immediately halted her pursuit of a fluttering butterfly and scurried back to Sarai's side, her bottom lip trembling. Caspian swiftly lifted Synora into his arms, gently rubbing her back to console her as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

"So, we're screaming at Synora now, are we?" Caspian reproached.

"Don't lecture me on how to handle my daughter! I don't need it from you or anyone else right now!" Sarai shouted, her voice quivering on the brink of tears.

Seeing Sarai in such distress tugged at Caspian's heart. While he couldn't comprehend why she appeared so dismissive about helping Visenya, he was certain that the entire situation was gnawing at her from within.

"You're right, I overstepped," Caspian admitted. "Why don't you head back to the house? Synora and I will catch up with you."

Sarai nodded in agreement and continued her journey homeward, her thoughts heavy with emotions.

"You want to go catch some butterflies?" Caspian asked Synora, gently nudging her shoulder.

Synora wiped the tears from her eyes and shrugged, too hurt to care about butterflies or anything else.

"Hey... she didn't mean to shout at you, little wolf," Caspian reassured. "She's just worried about your sister and misses her."

"I miss Vee too. What if we never see her again?" Synora's voice trembled with hopelessness as more tears streamed down her face.

"Don't talk like that," Caspian encouraged. "I'm going to find a way to bring Vee back home, okay?"

"You promise?" Synora implored.

Caspian met the child's eyes, now gleaming with a glimmer of hope. He didn't want to make false promises to Synora, promises he wasn't certain he could fulfill. He knew exactly who he was up against, and when it came to Lucian, he would have to humble himself, beg, and even grovel at his feet just to catch a glimpse of Visenya and ensure she was still alive.

"I promise you that I won't give up on her... ever," he professed, feeling more confident with that vow.

Synora rested her head on Caspian's shoulder and embraced him tightly, offering the most heartfelt hug a nine-year-old could give.
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Visenya managed to stay out of the hole for the past couple of weeks by doing her very best to not displease Lucian. She obediently carried out every task assigned to her without a fuss. However, her efforts couldn't prevent him from verbally abusing her at every opportunity.

She put in tremendous effort to prepare his meals according to his preferences, but they always seemed to fall short. They were either too bland, overseasoned, or overcooked. Yet, Lucian didn't simply voice his dissatisfaction; he would demonstrate it by throwing the food at her feet, leaving her to clean up the mess. If only she could muster the courage to shove it down his throat.

Lucian had appointed a young man named Josiah to handle the back-and-forth trips between the former Lycan kingdom and the castle to collect essential goods, including fruits, vegetables, and other supplies.

Lucian became suspicious of Josiah's prolonged stay in the south tower, where he would store the shipments. Curiosity compelled Lucian to follow Josiah one morning and discover the reason behind his lingering. To his surprise, he found Josiah gazing intently out of a window that offered a breathtaking view of the small lake behind the castle. Lucian noticed that Josiah's eyes were fixated on something intensely, his breathing heavy as he licked his lips and began to unbuckle his belt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lucian's voice echoed throughout the tower, causing Josiah to instinctively slam his back against the wall in fright.

"I... I wasn't doing anything, Dragon Lord," Josiah said, his voice trembling. "I was just about to attend to my other duties."

Attempting to escape the tense situation, Josiah made a quick move towards the tower's exit, only to be blocked by Lucian, who stood firmly in his way. Lucian's piercing gaze fell upon Josiah's pants, realizing that he was sporting an erection. With a growing curiosity, Lucian’s eyes darted towards the window, trying to understand what had captured Josiah’s attention.

As Lucian approached the window, Josiah's heart began to race in his chest, unshakable dread overtaking him. When Lucian finally peered out of the window, a tornado of mixed emotions stirred inside of him from what he saw.

Visenya stood completely naked, gracefully washing herself in the shallow part of the lake. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Josiah spent so much time up there, especially on Visenya's hunting days. Lucian's rage consumed him as he watched Visenya's hands roam over every inch of her body, cleansing herself with a sensual delicacy.

The scene before him was undeniably enticing, as if it had been carefully crafted to captivate his attention. His eyes were drawn to Visenya's most intimate parts, the way she caressed them with a gentle touch. Every movement she made was like a seductive dance, tempting him further.

But his focus quickly shifted back to Josiah, who now trembled with fear. Lucian's eyes burned with a fiery intensity, reflecting the anger that coursed through his veins. With a determined stride, he moved closer to Josiah, ready to unleash his fury upon him.

“Do you like what you see?” Lucian asked, his gaze piercing and deadly.

“Uhm... I was just bringing the supplies up and only took a quick glance...” Josiah stammered.

“Do you like… what you see?” Lucian repeated, his tone demanding an answer.

Josiah felt a wave of confusion wash over him, his thoughts tangled and his words elusive. He didn't know how to answer the Dragon Lord's question. "Well... the Queen is... I mean... your slave is very beautiful," Josiah managed to say, his anxiety evident as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hand trembling erratically.

"Do you think so?" Lucian inquired, his eyes narrowing.

"Uhm... y-yes... I do, Dragon Lord," Josiah replied, his voice trembling, his words barely audible in the tense silence that hung in the air.

"And you were just going to jerk yourself off as you watched her bathe?!" Lucian's anger erupted, his eyes burning with rage.

"No, of course not," Josiah vehemently denied.

"No?! I saw you unbuckling your trousers... you dare tell lies to the Dragon Lord?!" Lucian's voice thundered with anger.

"I don't know, maybe... I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself," Josiah pleaded, his voice filled with remorse.

Lucian's grip tightened around Josiah's throat as he forcefully slammed him against the wall. "How many times have you wanked yourself while watching her?!"

Gasping for air, Josiah choked out his response. "None... I... I swear."

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Lucian's rage intensified.

Feeling the pressure on his throat increase, Josiah realized that Lucian was capable of killing him at any moment. Josiah decided to confess the truth, hoping to save his neck, both literally and metaphorically. Raising his trembling hand, Josiah held up four fingers, silently admitting that he had indulged himself four times while watching Visenya bathe, and that's when Lucian completely lost it.

With a chilling intent, Lucian contemplated ending Josiah's life entirely. However, he opted to impart a lasting lesson upon the slave. In a swift and brutal motion, he scooped out one of Josiah's eyes from its socket using his index and middle finger.

Josiah crashed to the floor, his hand pressing against his bleeding eye socket, unleashing a piercing shriek that echoed through the air. Lucian casually tossed Josiah's eyeball onto his lap, casting a disdainful glance at the crumpled figure before him.

"I hope you'll remember this as a lesson to keep your eyes to yourself," Lucian scorned. "Now, I suggest you use your remaining eye to find someone capable of tending to that wound, unless you wish to bleed to your demise."

With great effort, Josiah regained his footing, stumbling out of the tower, his sobs haunting the stone staircase. Meanwhile, Lucian found himself drawn back to the window, his curiosity brewing deep within. Even though Visenya was now dressed, the vivid image of her bathing naked in the lake lingered in his mind.

His desire surged as he observed her delicately untangling her long, wet curls, his imagination running wild with the sensation of his own fingers entwined in her locks. The thought of her supple, olive skin against his own ignited a fire within him that he couldn't ignore.

He tugged at his bulge, yearning to free his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants and stroke himself to the intoxicating sight of her. But his plans were abruptly thwarted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

In walked a blonde slave woman, her eyes immediately catching sight of the blood splatter on the ground, before inevitably trailing up to Lucian and the impressive bulge that protruded through his trousers. Locking eyes with him, she bestowed upon him a lustful smirk.

"Don't mind me, Dragon Lord. I was merely fetching some supplies," she purred. "Unless... you would like some assistance with your situation? Your impressive... larger than anything I've ever seen... situation?" In a seductive sway, she glided toward him, hips swinging, fingers playfully twirling strands of her hair before descending to caress her ample breasts.

Lucian maintained a composed expression as his cock softened at the thought of touching her. Perhaps she could prove useful to him in the future, he mused.

He glanced out the window once more, only to find that Visenya had vanished from sight. Without uttering a word, he strode past the blonde slave woman, inadvertently bumping into her shoulder, causing her to stumble back.

"Clean up this mess and return to your duties," he ordered, as he exited the tower.