Chapter 222
King Thorvald went back to the castle and straight to the tower to give Princess Freda the bad news.
“Someone is coming. You have to leave now,” King Lowe pleaded with Princess Freda.
“What if this time they notice you are not chained to the wall?” King Lowe asked.
“What does it matter? I can still break my chains,” Princess Freda said. "Besides, I am compelled not to try and escape. That is why I have to wait for my friend so that she can bring me a shaman necklace,” Princess Freda said.
The door opened and King Thorvald walked in with a big smile on his face. “Bad news. I have found Phoebe.”
Princess Freda hung her head in defeat with no response.
King Thorvald walked over to her and took her arm, bringing her palm to his mouth before sinking his teeth into her. After drinking his fill, he ripped her dress off her and wiped his mouth with it before turning to King Lowe, “Perhaps now you won't be able to resist her.”
“He can not even reach me, you moron,” Princess Freda spat, not thinking, sinking to the ground from the blood loss.
King Lowe wanted to react but fought it, as he did not want King Thorvald to know that Princess Freda was his fated mate.
“Woman, they can be so stupid sometimes, don’t you think?” King Thorvald grabbed Princess Freda by her hair and dragged her over to King Lowe, before reaching between her legs and rubbing her clitoris to get her juices flowing.
King Lowe growled, wanting to rip King Thorvald’s head off for touching her in such a way, and wondered if he will succeed.
“You want to attack me?” King Thorvald dared him, still rubbing a weak Princess Freda’s clitoris that was not even putting up a fight.
King Lowe reached out his hands to grab King Thorvald, but he was too late; King Thorvald jumped out of the way. “I think I will have her first,” he said, dropping her to the ground to loosen his trousers.
King Lowe launched forward, fighting against his silver shackles, growling, trying to reach for Princess Freda.
“Ah, you want to f*ck her?” King Thorvald teased, knowing that, for some strange reason, they are fated mates. He turned Princess Freda on her back before positioning himself between her legs, forcing himself into her; a pleasured gasp escaped him, making King Lowe go crazy.
Princess Freda was too weak to fight back, even though she tried to push King Thorvald off her. “Don’t you just love it when they try to fight?” King Thorvald asked, pinning her fighting hands above her head before sinking his teeth into one of her breasts, making Princess Freda gasp in pleasure from the intoxicating bite.
Princess Freda gave up, but not King Lowe. He continued to fight against his shackles,
“Don’t worry, pet, you will have her soon enough.” King Thorvald said. his voice was thick with pleasure.
King Thorvald rode Princess Freda, faster and faster, and when he reached his full climax, he held it in her, looking at her eyes that were on his. “let's see who gets you pregnant first. Don’t ever try to shift ever again,” he warned her by compelling her, standing up and fastening his trousers.
King Thorvald grabbed the silver chain whip and whipped King Lowe a few times before wrapping the chains around his neck, leaving him choking and gasping for air, while King Thorvald locked Princess Freda’s chain into the same bar as King Lowe.
King Thorvald removed the silver whip from King Lowe’s neck. “Have fun,” he said, leaving the cell and shutting the door behind him.
Princess Freda recovered before King Lowe and broke herself off from the bar and, in doing so, also broke the bar right out of the wall. “Crap,” she said out loud. ‘I hope he will be able to behave himself,’ she thought, putting distance between them.
It took King Lowe a whole week to wake up and recover from the silver.
“You are still here,” King Lowe said, looking at Princess Freda and then at his own chains, realizing he was loose from the wall. “This is bad,” King Lowe said.
“You will just have to behave yourself,” Princess Freda said, sitting naked against the opposite wall, trying her best to cover her body.
The door opened and Shysie walked into the room with a tray of food.
“Aunt! You have to help me!” Princess Freda pleaded.
Shysie ignored her and put the tray down on the floor. Her eyes fall on King Lowe, and she realized that the bar was broken off the wall.
Shysie left but did not close the door behind her and a minute later she walked in with a bucket of hot water and shaving things. “Clean him up. Perhaps he will be more desirable to you.”
Princess Freda stood up and took the shaving things and walked over to King Lowe while Shysie took her leave.
“No, stay away,” King Lowe pleaded.
“I can’t, I am compelled,” Princess Freda said. “You should be able to contain yourself. After all, it is not as if I am ovulating.
“I can’t believe they actually gave me a scissor and a shaving blade. What if I kill you?” Princess Freda asked, starting to cut the dreadlocks.
“Kill me,” King Lowe demanded.
“I will if you don’t behave,” Princess Freda assured him.
It took Princess Freda a whole three hours to clean King Lowe up. “Now I am the filthy one.”
“Filthy and beautiful,” King Lowe said, wrapping his arms around her naked body, her womanhood being so close to his face this whole time he could not help but smell her and want her, his manhood, fully erected and ready to penetrate her.
He looked up at her with pleading eyes on his knees and let go of her body, sitting on his heels.
“Shysie was right; you, being cleaned up does make you desirable,” Princess Freda said, putting her feet to either side of him and lowering herself to him, pushing him back onto his back before positioning herself on top of his erected manhood.
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