Chapter 11

“I am not having sex with a bed slave,” King Evander said.
“You are having sex with me, now get onto the bed,” Iris said.
“But you said,” King Evander started but Iris stopped him.
“Get onto the bed,” Iris said as she turned to the Bed slave, “take off your dress and join me.”
Iris stood at the bed, her eyes on the king’s, and took her own dress off, thinking about what a servant girl told her she once saw noblewomen do to keep their virginity in tack but still have sex with their lover.
Iris was not too sure what she was doing but decided it was better to try than go through that pain again.
“Close your eyes,” Iris said.
King Evander closed his eyes.
Iris looked around at the naked Bed slave and held her hand out to her, indicating for her to join. Iris guided the Bed slave to stand behind her before getting onto the bed and sitting on the king, her legs at his sides. King Evander opened his eyes as he slipped his hands onto her thighs.
“Don’t open them yet,” Iris said. King Evander closed his eyes again but the image of her full breast wanted him to open them again and look again.
King Evander did not even feel the Bed slave get onto the bed and when she lowered herself onto his erection he knew immediately that it is not the princess as he already knows what it feels to be inside of her.
King Evander opened his eyes and was about to demand the Bed salve to get out when he is greeted with the princess’s breast in his face.
Iris moved in rhythm with the Bed slave, making her breast bounce as well. The king reached out and takes hold of both her breast but when he squeezed too hard Iris slapped him through his face, “stop hurting me!”
The Bed slave is so shocked that she lost her rhythm.
“Get out!” King Evander demanded.
Both Iris and the Bed slave get off him and King Evander grabbed Iris by her wrist, “not you.”
King Evander got up from his bed before tying Iris’s hands to one of the pillars of the four-poster bed. King Evander got a leather whip and walked over to Iris.
“Please, I beg you, your majesty! I am sorry,” Iris started to plead for mercy.
The first lash met her skin and Iris flinched but did not make a sound.
King Evander raised the whip again but then paused, admiring her rear end and the shadows the candles throw onto her body.
King Evander spitted on his fingers before putting it at her rear end making Iris look back at him, wondering what he was doing.
King Evander wrapped his one hand around her waist for a good grip before positioning his manhood, about to push himself into her.
Iris gasped when he started to force himself into her rear end but was surprised that he is taking it slow.
“You are all mine; I have officially had you in all the possible ways a man can have a woman,” King Evander moaned as he pushed himself in deeper, listening to Iris’s whimpering.
‘Please don’t go crazy,’ Iris thought to herself, realizing that this hurts less than when he took her virginity.
King Evander rubbed her back with his free hand, enjoying the softness of her skin and as he neared his climax he grabs her at her side, his hands so large that his thumbs were dicking into her bud cheeks while the rest of his fingers were clawing her waist.
Iris bit her lips, trying her best not to make a sound as his dicking fingers into her skin were way worst than him penetrating her rear end.
By the time King Evander released her sides her skin was marked with his prints. King Evander walked to the bathtub that was no longer warm but he didn’t care as his heated skin welcomed the cooldown.
King Evander fell asleep in the bathtub leaving Iris still tied to the bedpost. Iris wiggled her body onto the bed and fell asleep.
Later King Evander woke up from the cold water and after drying himself off he untied the princess’s hands and picked her up before getting back onto the bed with her in his arms.
King Evander pulled the sheets over them and fell asleep with Iris in his arms.
The next morning Iris woke up early, encaged in the king’s arms, his body pressed against hers.
Iris tries to wiggle herself out of his arms but he is holding on to her too tight. Her struggling aroused him and he woke up from it.
“Mmm, yes,” King Evander moaned, enjoying the naked body moving against his manhood.
Iris stopped when she realized what was happening.
“Don’t stop,” King Evander complaint, reaching out for her breast before forcing her into a kiss. It was only when he kissed her that he opened his eyes and realized who was in his bed.
King Evander froze, both of them looking at each other, their bodies stiff.
Two servants came in to get the king ready for the day.
“Out,” King Evander demanded, still holding the princess.
King Evander took the princess’s hand and moves it to his erection, “this is your fault so I expect you to sort it out.”
‘If I don’t he is going to force himself on me and I am still hurting,’ Iris thought as she wrapped her elegant fingers around his shaft.
She started to stroke his manhood with her eyes on his, but she realized that the emotions on his face does not change.
“You have three holes, make use of one of them before I choose one to use,” King Evander warned her.
“Don’t you ever go without sex?” Iris asked stubbornly.
“I don’t need to go without it. I have Bed Slaves and you,” King Evander said, swinging her around and positioning himself on top of her.
“Bed slaves you don’t use,” Iris said, bracing herself for the pain that is about to come.
King Evander made a sound in response to her while his mouth was exploring her breast.
Iris just laid there waiting for him to do his thing but then her body started to respond to him.
“Your breast seems to like me more than you do,” King Evander pointed out before mouthing a nipple again.
“Your womanhood as well,” King Evander said when he found her wet between her legs.
Iris was about to protest when the king's mouth landed on her womanhood and instead of words, a moan escaped her.
Iris grabbed the bedsheets as she started to climax but then the king stopped and looked up at her.
Iris’s eyes flung open, and she raised her head to look in him.
King Evander looked at her disbelieving face and smiled, “now we are even.”
“What?” Iris gasped, watching the king get off the bed.
“You aroused me but don’t finish so now I did the same to you,” King Evander said with a chuckle.
“Why are you so evil?” Iris spatted.
“Do I need to remind you who you are speaking to?” King Evander asked.
Iris just shook her head, ‘no,’ and got off the bed, grabbing her dress from yesterday and putting it on without fastening it.
“Be at the breakfast table when I get there,” King Evander said when Iris ran out of his room.
“Send me a Bed slave,” King Evander demanded. Even though he does not like to steep so low as to bed a Bed slave he already told Marchelle that he will never have her again and could not go back on that now.
Instead of a Bed Slave arriving moments later, Marchelle stormed into the king’s room, “a Bed Slave? I can understand the princess but a Bed Slave?”
“I want to be sure you are a bit deprived by the time I marry you off so that you won't reject your future husband,” King Evander said as he walked to his door and opened it, “just send me a servant so that I can get ready for the day.”
“I won't let you marry me off so you might as well have your way with me,” Marchelle protested.
“Get out of my room before I sell you to the slavers instead of marrying you off,” the king demanded, grabbing her by her arm and forcefully walking her out of his room.

King Evander was pleased to see Iris already at the breakfast table and walked over to her and pulled her chair all the way next to his before sitting down.
King Evander took a bite of food before using his free hand to gather Iris’s skirt part of her dress and fingering it up until he could feel the skin of her thighs.
Iris froze with her fork mid-air when the king looked her dead in the face, “open.”
Iris opened her legs just enough for the king to find her pubic hair and as his fingers fiddled with it Iris found herself scolding herself for the way her body was reacting to him.