Chapter 98 - Trigger warning
“Please be safe,” Soroya cried, saying goodbye to Ondrink.
“You have nothing to fear. We are seventeen shamans and nine Shamikas. He does not stand a chance,” Ondrink assured her with a kiss. After agreeing to a plan, Deacon and most of the higher council went ahead to surround the location where Torvald was holding Jessica captive. Jovita cried in silence on their way to where Torvald wanted them to meet him, her mind raising with bad memories.
FLASHBACK
The door opened and a tall, strong-looking man without hair walked out with an unconscious woman over his shoulders. “You can take her in.”
“Go inside then,” the maid said, and Princess Jovita fearfully obeyed.
“Come, hop on to the bed,” King Torvald said, padding his hand on the bed, licking his lips, catching the scent of the wolf, enticing him.
Princess Jovita jumped onto the bed against her will and before she even had a chance to be scared, the King sunk his teeth into her neck.
‘How is this even possible? Vampires cannot drink from lycans,’ she thought as she started to feel intoxicated.
“You are a princess?” King Torvald asked after retracting his fangs from her when he tasted her royal blood.
“Shift,” he demanded.
Princess Jovita does as he asked and shifted into her royal form, her naked body exposed under his lustful eyes.
“I am a prehistoric vampire, and we love the taste of animals. My favorite being lycan, of course,” he said with an evil grin, touching her chin.
Princess Jovita’s eyes were swirls of fear. She tried to cover her breast with her hands.
“Don’t ever cover yourself again. You should get used to it as you will never wear clothes again,” he said, tracing his finger down to her breast and pinching her nipple.
“Will you cry for me? I want to make you cry,” he said, pinching her nipple again, this time so hard that tears started to form in her eyes.
“Cry for me,” he said, pinching her nipple again.
Princess Jovita let her tears fall down, her eyes on King Torvald.
King Torvald sunk his teeth into her again to see how old she was and if she has ever been with a man.
“So young, untouched,” he said, pushing her down to lie on the bed.
Princess Jovita closed her eyes, knowing what was going to happen next.
“No, my sweet little bed slave, keep your eyes open, and on me,” King Torvald said, moving between her legs.
“Petty, you are a lycan as the intoxication from my bites only last a few seconds,” he said with an evil tone before pushing his erected manhood against her womanhood, making her gasp in fear.
“I love your fear,” he said, pressing the tip of his erection into her.
“Does that hurt? Mmm, my little wolf?” he asked in a baby voice.
Princess Jovita nodded her head, ‘yes.’
“Good, I want it to hurt. You will pay for the sins of the lycan king and queen. They think lycans rule the supernatural world, but they are so wrong,” King Torvald said, violently pushing himself into her all the way, making a silent scream escape Princess Jovita’s mouth.
“Yes, yes, scream for me,” King Torvald said, with another violent stroke, watching her face and mouth screaming, but no sound coming from her.
“We will have the most beautiful hybrid children,” he said with another stroke and a growl escaping his own throat, his eyes on the teary eyes of Princess Jovita.
He already saw that her name is Jovita, and that she has a twin sister. “Can’t wait to get hold of your twin sister. Will she cry like you? I bet not, as I see she is already married.”
Princess Jovita does not answer as she can’t find the words since Shysie has compelled her to never speak again. She screamed while the man on top of her inflicts the worst pain she has ever felt.
After King Torvald reached his climax, he sunk his teeth into Princess Jovita and drank so much from her, leaving her half dead.
King Thorvald rang the bell next to his bed and the bold man walked in and swung Princess Jovita’s lifeless body over his shoulder, ‘I can’t wait to f*ck her,’ he thought as he left King Torvald’s room.
Unless King Torvald instructed them not to violate the woman, they were free to be enjoyed by everyone; the new arrivals are always being raped nonstop until every last member of this chaotic nest of vampires and hybrids had a few turns.
The bold man took Princess Jovita to his own room first, as he did with all the other women, and threw her down on his bed, face down.
Princess Jovita woke up struggling to breathe and used all her strength to lift her head to the side and took deep breaths, her head still spinning from the loss of blood. Her nose caught the scent of another vampire, ‘a different one,’ she thought, as she opened her eyes. She can feel her legs being parted again. She wanted to cry out for him to leave her alone, but she had no words. She felt a collar being put around her throat again before being yanked by it; her back arched as far as she can manage. The man was holding so tightly onto the collar that it prevented her from breathing.
Just as she thought she was about to die, he let go of the collar, leaving her gasping for air.
“Hey little wolf,” the man said, whipping her with a leather whip, making her cry out in pain.
Princess Jovita tried to get away from his whipping.
“Stop trying to get away! Lay down on your back and spread your arms and legs,” he demanded.
Princess Jovita does as she was told against her will. The man whipped her hard enough to inflict pain, but not hard enough to draw blood.
“I love the strength of a vampire compelling,” he laughed as he whipped her again; her body bear and spread open the compelling she was under, forcing her to stay spread open and accept the whippings without screaming.
The man got so turned on by the situation; something he had been doing to all the she-wolves, that his manhood grew large and hard.
Halfway through having his way with her compelled body, he got interrupted by a knock on the door and the voice of Shysie. “The Enchantress is here.”
The bold-headed vampire got off her. “I will finish you later.” He pulled her to her feet by her hair and dragged her to the door.
Jovita was grateful to be pulled back to reality when Juno spoke. “We are here.”
Jovita felt her face wet and wiped her tears away with her sleeve.
Jovita was filled with fear, but Juno was not. Juno was ready to kill Torvald at first sight, even though Deacon made it clear that Torvald should not be killed.
‘The shaman's spell is already in place. No vampire will be able to leave,’ Deacon mind linked them both. Deacon and his whole arm of gammas, along with all the other species, were busy scanning the area for secret tunnels, not wanting to make the same mistake they made at the compound.
