Chapter 12

“King Evander I have been informed that the crops are well on their way, we should have the first harvest soon enough,” one of the King’s Court Official that had a slender look to him, said, interrupting the king’s finger movements between Iris’s legs just as she was reaching a new hight in her pleasure, feeling it in her womanhood like a swirling ball of lava about to erupt out of her.
“Good. Any other news?” King Evander asked, removing his hand from the princess’s womanhood.
“Yes, there is the matter of Princess Aisley,” another Court Official that always looked like he has constipation brought to King Evander’s attention.
“What about her?” King Evander questioned, remembering how he ended her father’s life the other day.
“She is of age to be married,” the Court Official said.
“Has she been promised into a treaty?” King Evander asked before mouthing a fork with a whole mini sausage on its edge.
“Yes, your majesty to a Kingdom that refused to sign a treaty with you,” the Court Official said.
“Bring her here,” King Evander said before wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin and taking a wet cloth from a footman to clean his hands.
The Court Official signals one of his errand boys over and gave him a few instructions.
“Your court is not exactly a suitable place for a young princess,” Iris spoke up.
“Excuse me?” King Evander asked, shocked that she dares to raise her opinion.
“Your guards don’t keep their eyes to themselves and neither does your Noble guest,” Iris explained herself, already regretting her decision to speak up.
King Evander struck her with the back of his hand, making Iris fall off her chair with a groan that left everyone in shock besides Marchelle that had a wicked satisfied smile on her visage that she did not care to conceal.
Iris stayed on the floor, holding her face where the King struck her.
King Evander noticed Marchelle’s smile, “Princess Marchelle, you are to teach Princess Cerena Valentine the ways of our court.”
‘Perfect, this will give me the opportunity to gain her trust,’ Marchelle thought before rising from her chair, “yes your majesty.” Marchelle did a little curtsy before walking over to the princess that was still on the ground, “come.”
Iris found her feet and was about to follow Marchelle when Marchelle stopped her, “aren’t you forgetting something?”
Iris looked at her, confused. Marchelle rolled her eyes and gave another curtsy towards the king.
“Sorry,” Iris whimpered before giving a lousy curtsy.
“Perhaps princess Aisley will be better suited as a queen for you?” one of the Court Officials suggested.
“Perhaps you will be more welcomed in my castle without a tongue?” King Evander threatened him.
“My apologies, your majesty,” the Court Official said, standing up and bowing his head.
“From now on I only eat with royal bloods,” King Evander said, standing up. All the other people stood up to show respect, before taking their seats again to finish their breakfast.
King Evander deliberately left since he has eyes and ears around the table to test the loyalty of his so-called Court.
King Evander watched the princess and Marchelle turning around the corner of the hallway, disappearing out of sight.


“Don’t worry, I will have you the perfect princess in no time,” Marchelle said, hooking her arm around the princess.
“Why do you let him hurt you? He is your brother, he should protect you, not hurt her,” Iris said, looking down for a moment at Marchelle’s arm wrapped around her own.
“It hurts but it is also pleasure,” Marchelle chuckled.
“You cry every time so how can that be pleasure?” Iris questioned in disbelieve.
“Being vulnerable and at the mercy of another brings another kind of satisfaction and I trust him,” Marchelle said before pulling Iris into another room.
“What is this place?” Iris asked, looking at the room that looks like it should be in a brothel.
“I thought you could tell me since you lived here all your life,” Marchelle said, shutting the door.
Iris looks around at the door, fear creeping up in her.
“King Evander’s bedroom at our family castle has similar items and I think if you bring him here it will really, please him,” Marchelle suggested.
“And do what? I don’t know anything about this room,” Iris touched one of the leather gags that was displayed, hanging neatly on a mounting on the wall.
“We can practice if you like. I promise I won’t hurt you until you are ready,” Marchelle suggested, eager to inflict some pain and confusion on the princess.
“No thank you,” Iris objected.
Marchelle took a leather gag and tied it around her mouth before passing one to Iris to try but Iris didn’t want to. Marchelle held the gag closer to the princess, smiling through her own gag.
Iris hesitantly took it from her and put it to her mouth but did not tie it. Marchelle reached out slowly and ties it around the princess's head before tracing her finger down the princess’s chin to her neck and the full of her breast. Iris stepped backward but then Marchelle grabs her hand and placed it on her own cleavage.
With her free hand, Marchelle took her own gag off, “how are you going to know how you make the king feel if you don’t know what he is feeling when he touches you?”
Iris relaxed and moved her fingers over the rim of Marchelle’s heart-shaped bodice.
Marchelle reached for her own back and loosened her dress.
Iris reached for her own gag, wanting to remove it but Marchelle stopped her, “no, don’t. If you want the king to respect you then let me teach you.” Marchelle was lying and knew what she was doing with the princess won’t gain the princess more respect or any respect at all, especially if the king had to find out.
‘If I am to be his wife and queen then I guess I have to gain his respect,’ Iris thought as she allowed Marchelle to take her hands and place them on her naked body.
Marchelle wraps the princess's hands around her buttocks and closed the gap between their bodies, “grab them as hard as you can.”
Iris grabbed Marchelle’s rear end and squeezed.
“Harder,” Marchelle demanded.
Iris tried to put more effort in but still, Marchelle demanded, “harder.”
Iris pulled all her strength together and ducked her fingers into Marchelle’s rear end, making Marcelle gasp.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Iris asked, after pulling her gag off.
“No, that was good,” Marchelle said, taking the princess’s hand and pulling her to the bed.
“Has the king ever used the wrong hole?” Iris asked, joining Marchelle on the bed.
“There is no such thing as a wrong hole when it comes to pleasure, but yes, the king has my arse all the time and I enjoy it very much,” Marchelle says, taking the princess’s hand and pulling it towards her womanhood.
Iris tried to pull back, but Marchelle was not going to let her off, “have you ever looked at another woman? Have you ever touched yourself?”
“No, to both,” Iris admitted.
“Look,” Marchelle says, spreading her legs, “you control any man with this.”
Iris slowly brought her eyes to look at Marchelle’s womanhood.
“This part here,” Marchelle pointed at her clitoris, “if you touch it and move your finger like this while the king has your arse you will have unimaginable pleasure.”
Marchelle took the princess’s hand and placed her fingers on her clitoris, “just little movements like this until your body demands more.”
Marchelle leaves Iris’s fingers and reached for her own breast. When Iris stopped Marchelle moaned, “don’t stop.”
Iris continued to stimulate Marchelle even though she felt it is wrong.
“Don’t deny yourself of the very essence that makes you a woman, your sexuality,” Marchelle moans.
When Marchelle was about to reach her climax, she placed both her hands over Iris’s fingers forcing Iris to go faster as she moaned louder and louder while climaxing.
Marchelle released Iris’s hands, and moaned in delight as she touched herself, bringing her hands up to her breast before she opened her eyes, “you should go do something about your face.”
Iris placed the palm of her hand that she did not use on Marchelle to her swollen cheek where King Evander struck her.
Iris felt used and confused as she got off the bed and ran to the door, slipping out of the room, looking around, relieved that no one was around.
Iris went straight to the kitchen in search of cabbage leaves to apply to her cheek.
“Princess,” the kitchen staff bent a knee at her presence.
“At ease,” Iris said. Iris did not have to ask for help as everyone saw why she was there.
“Have a seat princess so that we can calm the swelling,” the head Cook said, pulling out a chair while another servant got cabbage leaves ready.
“How does that feel?” the head Cook asked after carefully laying two layers of cabbage leaves onto the princess’s cheek.
“No change but let's give it a moment,” Iris said, holding her palm over the cabbage leaves.
A few minutes later the Cook placed fresh leaves on her face, repeating it every few minutes to keep the leaves as cool as possible.