Chapter 15

Iris jumped to her feet and into the king’s lap, wrapped her arms around the king’s neck, and whispered her pleads into his ear, “please don’t continue this madness, I will be everything you want and more.”
“What the hell are you doing?” King Evander spoke in a hushed but forceful tone.
“I won't hold back my tears anymore, I promise,” Iris whispered, tears rolling down her face, turning the king on.
“Thank you for your promise I will hold you to them, but I cannot give you your way. Letting my men have their way with her is my way of teaching you a lesson. Don’t ever dare to make any demands of me ever again in front of anyone ever again,” King Evander continued in his hushed tone that only Iris could hear.
Iris took her arms off the king and attempted to get off his lap.
“Where are you going?” King Evander asked, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
Iris looked at him, into his beautiful monstrous eyes with no words.
“Servant, come closer,” King Evander demanded, and the servant walked up to the king.
“Who were the guards that wanted you?” King Evander asked and the servant pointed to the two guards.
“Guards, come and enjoy,” King Evander invited them over.
The guards could hardly believe their luck and made their way over, not caring about the fact that they will have to have sex with her right there in front of the king and princess and everyone else in the Throne room.
The guards took their clothes off and there was no denying that their towering, large bodies were twice the size of the Stablehand.
“So, you two think you can pleasure her better than her husband?” King Evander asked when they started to grab at her breast and body.
“Yes, for sure,” the one chuckle, picking her up and bringing her breast to his mouth.
The other guard that is facing her back grabs her buttocks with both his hands and massages them violently.
“If you don’t make her orgasm, I will cut both of your dicks off,” the King threatened them.
The servant keeps herself almost lifeless in their arms, raised from the floor planning to not enjoy herself or allow herself to orgasm as she would love for the king to cut their dicks off.
The man behind her raised her body so that her womanhood was facing the guard in front of her, and he started to mouth her, just like a Bed slave taught him. The guard coached her to rest backward over the guard that was behind her, onto his shoulder, and that guard started to fondle her breast, applying just enough pressure to her nipples.
The servant filled her head with her daily routine and thought about other jobs she could do away from the castle as she planned to not return.
The servant was so deep in thought that she only got pulled back to reality when she was lowered onto one of the guards’ erections and met with the other’s erection being pushed into her rear end. She gasped in pain, “good luck in getting me to orgasm when all you are doing is inflicting pain on me.”
The guards chuckle and started to rock her hips back and forth with a hand on her breast and another on her clitoris.
No matter how hard the servant tried to think about something else the pain in her rear end prevented her.
“I think her husband is enjoying the show,” King Evander whispered into Iris’s ear.
Iris just kept quiet, her eyes not on the scene in front of her.
“Look at them,” King Evander demanded her, and Iris obeyed. She felt the king finding his way up the skirt of her dress to her womanhood and much to the king’s surprise she parted her legs slightly without him having to ask.
Iris felt the king’s erection pressing underneath her while his fingers eagerly stroked the folds of her womanhood.
Iris hated the fact that her body was responding, wanting more but she was not going to admit it. Unexpectedly a small moan escaped her throat giving her arousal away.
King Evander smiled, pleased at himself, “the princess is near climax, and I am not even using my dick. Your time is up when the princess reaches her climax.”
Even though Iris did not want to give the king the satisfaction of pleasing her she wanted nothing more than to see the guards lose their manhood so that they can never violate another woman again, so she relaxed in the King’s lap and parted her legs even more. Iris dropped her head backward, exposing her neck and cleavage to the king, bringing her one hand up to touch herself, not caring who is looking at her.
‘She really does want them to lose their dicks,’ King Evander thought to himself, wondering if he should give her, her way or deny her. Even with half of her face plastered with some strange paste she still looked like the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. King Evander loved her so willing in his arms and landed a kiss on her cleavage while stimulating her clitoris.
“Just like that, yes, yes,” Iris whimpered, arching her chest closer to the king’s face, giving over her body.
The guards started to panic every time the princess moaned in pleasure.
The servant felt herself reaching climax through the pain and bit her bottom lip so hard that she drew blood.
Iris lifted her pelvis while moaning, “yes, oh my word, yes,” before collapsing, her womanhood pounding hard against the king’s fingers.
King Evander was mesmerized by her beautiful, climaxed state. Iris fluttered her eyes open, meeting the king’s, breathing rapidly.
“Is it the first time you felt that?” the King asked.
“Yes,” Iris said, holding his gaze, the king’s fingers still on her womanhood. The king slipped his fingers into her womanhood, finding it wet and still pummelling. He retracted his fingers slowly before bringing them to his mouth.
Iris does not know why but for some reason she liked the fact that he is tasting her womanhood.
King Evander stood up with the princess still in his arms, “let the servant go, you will both pay a years’ worth of wages to her for violating her and putting a stain on her marriage, I will deal with your dicks later.”
The guards immediately released the servant, shocked at the king’s words.
The servant ran to her husband’s arms, “please forgive me.”
The servant’s husband does not embrace her back, “put your clothes on and go wash your sinful body in the river.”

King Evander placed the princess down on her feet in his room and Iris turned her back towards him so that he can undo her dress. Once her dress was off and, on the floor, she turned to face him and helped him out of his clothes. The king picked her up so that he can reach her mouth without having to bend down and halfway through a deep and passionate kiss he started to choke as he got some of the facial paste that was on her face into his mouth. King Evander shoved her away from him, “what have you done to me?! You tricked me!” King Evander grabbed his chest, choking.
“I did no such thing, it must be the stuff on my face,” Iris said, grabbing the bedsheets and wrapping it around her, running to the bedroom door, “help, the king! Get the healer!”
One of the guards ran into the room while the other ran to go get the healer.
King Evander felt his throat swelling, preventing him from breathing.
“What did you do?” the guard shouted at the princess.
“I didn’t do anything, it must be this stuff the healer put on my face,” Iris cried.
“That is not the healer,” Iris said when the guard returned with the healer.
“I am the only healer here, I have been in the king’s service since the day he was born,” the healer said.
King Evander is on the floor, struggling to breathe, looking up at the healer, pleading with his eyes.
Iris realized that she has been used in killing the king and was not sure how she felt about it, ‘I should be happy if it will result in his death, right?’
“What did you do?” the healer asked her.
“Nothing but I think he might have gotten some of this paste on my face in his mouth,” Iris said, pointing at her face.
The healer smelled her face, “lock her up, she is trying to kill the king.”
“I am not!” Iris protested when the guards lifted her up in the air and carried her out of the room.
The healer rushed over to the fireplace and grabbed a few pieces of charcoal and crushed it before shoving it into the king’s mouth, “swallow it!”
The king does not hesitate to do as his healer instructed but still could not breathe. Due to air deprivation, King Evander lost consciousness and collapsed.