Chapter 6

“Sister, how are you feeling?” King Evander asked.
“Never been better,” Marchelle said, smiling.
‘Is she for real?’ Iris wondered as she took her seat when a footman pulled out her chair.
King Evander sat at the head of the table and waited for the servant to put food on his plate.
After a stiff dinner, Iris wanted to know if the people can be invited to finish the leftover food, “there is enough food to feed a village.”
“And what will the pigs eat?” King Evander asked, pulling the chain. Iris followed quickly as to not give him reason to yank the chain as it chokes her every time he did.
“Pigs? Are you kidding me?” Iris asked, appalled.
“Well, if I give the food to the humans then the pigs will starve, and then what will I eat? I can’t possibly eat the humans, or maybe I can,” King Evander joked.
Iris decides it is best to hold her tongue in fear the king might just decide to eat the people.
When they arrived at his room King Evander ordered a servant girl around, “why is my bath not ready yet?”
“Almost your majesty,” the servant girl hurried to add more water and poke the wood fire near the bath.
The servant girl started to undress King Evander but got stuck at the cuff, unsure if she should unhook the chain or not.
Iris saw her hesitation and reached out to unhook the chain with great difficulty. “Let me do it,” King Evander yanked his hand away from her struggling fingers.
Iris thought she is off the hook but once the king was undressed, he hooked the chain back and pulled her along to the bathtub.
Iris had to admit to herself that the king had a beautiful, toned body, his muscles large and well defined, ‘if he was not such a monster any woman would call herself lucky to be a queen to such a beautiful man, but his exterior beauty was clouded with his ugly interior. I bet his heart his black.’
The servant was about to press the soaked cloth against King Evander’s body when he grabbed her hand, “leave us.”
“Should I get Marchelle?” the servant asked.
“No, I don’t need her when I have my beautiful princess Cerena, soon to be my queen,” he said, reeling in the chain to bring her closer to the bathtub.
The servant left them, pushing the cloth into Iris’s hands.
“You don’t need this,” he said, taking the cloth from her hand and tossing it aside.
Iris gulp as the king brought her hand to his chest and moved it up and down. King Evander lets go of her hand.
‘So, this is what a man’s body feels like,’ Iris thought to herself, her eyes on the King’s face, his eyes shut.
Iris started to wash his body with her bare hand and found her own body shamefully responding. She washed his chest and then his neck followed by his arms before washing his chest again.
“Legs,” King Evander said, letting her know that his upper body is clean enough.
Iris does not dare to come near his manhood and wash his legs all the way to his feet. Without thinking she starts to wash his feet making him laugh.
“Sorry,” Iris giggles, looking at his laughing face both of them thinking how beautiful the other one looks with a smile on their face.
Iris stood up and reached for the cloth and turned it out before wiping his face, “do you want me to wash your hair?”
“Yes,” King Evander said. Iris looked for a smaller bowl and scoop and found it on the other side of the bathtub where the servant girl left it. Iris washed his hair and for a moment she forget that she is washing the King’s hair and started to massage his scalp and forehead, working her way down to his shoulders and up and again.
It was only when the king moaned his enjoyment that she got pulled back to reality and stopped abruptly.
“Don’t stop. Where did you learn to work with your hands in this way?” King Evander asked, wondering, thinking that it is strange for a princess to know how to massage in this manner.
“Um, well, I just did what my servants always did to me,” Iris said, thinking on her feet.
“Petty, I killed them all. If I knew they were so good with their hands I would have spared them,” King Evander said, reminding Iris what a monster he was so she stopped again.
“I think you are clean,” Iris said, reaching for a cloth to dry the King but he yanked her back to the bathtub.
“You forgot a spot,” he said after yanking her and grabbing her wrist, putting her hand on his manhood.
Iris tried to retract her hand but the king forcefully held her hand there, moving it up and down, stroking himself with her hand, “don’t pretend my princess, touch me the way you have touched your lovers.”
Iris sucked her bottom lip in before taking hold of King Evander’s manhood and soon has him to his full erected size, moaning, “I knew the rumors are true.” King Evander moaned in pleasure which surprised Iris as she does not have a clue what she is doing.
Iris felt her own body responding again and willed herself not to, ‘get a grip of yourself, don’t be so shameful.’
A little sound escaped Iris’s mouth and she regretted it instantly when King Evander opened his eyes and looked at her, “you want me, don’t you?”
Iris pulled her hand away, “I don’t, my hand was just cramping.” Iris stood up and reached for the drying cloth once more but this time King Evander yanked her so hard that she fell into the bathtub.
“I already know everything there is to know about you and to tell you the truth, I don’t mind that you had lovers before me because now I don’t have to be gentle with you,” King Evander said, holding her on top of him, forcing her head to his and kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth despite her struggling and trying to push herself away from him.
"Please stop," Iris pleaded when the king started to gather her dress up.
King Evander stoped and Iris calmed down. For a moment she just looked at him, thinking, ‘maybe if I take the lead he won't hurt me?’
King Evander’s eyes dropped to her nipples that are pressing through her wet dress and then back up at her eyes.
With her legs to either side of him and her hands on his chest, Iris leaned forward and brushed her lips over his, not sure what she is doing since she never kissed someone first. Once the stable hand forced her into a kiss but that was nothing like taking the lead and kissing first.
‘This little slut is playing games with me,’ King Evander said, not liking the fact that her kiss is making him feel weak. King Evander stood up and made her fall backward, splashing the water all over the place.
King Evander clipped the chain loose from his cuff and got out of the bathtub, leaving Iris dumbfounded.
King Evander grabbed a cloth to dry himself and left the bathing area. Iris just stayed in the bathtub, not sure what to do with herself as silent tears started to roll down her eyes.
The servant girl helped to put a sleep shirt on for King Evander before walking over to Iris and helping her out of the bathtub and out of her wet dress.
When King Evander heard a sob escape the princess's mouth he looked at her, wondering, ‘why is she crying?’
After the servant girl dried Iris she wrapped a cloth around Iris as there was no sleep dress in the King’s room for her.
King Evander walked over to them, “why are you crying?” He was desperate to know what made her cry so that he can do it again.
“The bathwater stung my eyes,” Iris lied.
“Oh,” King Evander said, half disappointed.
“I will see her to her room,” the servant girl said, moving into a walk.
“I want a guard at her door,” King Evander said.
On her way to her own room, Iris noticed that all the guards are looking at her, some licking their lips and some winking, making her drop her eyes to the floor.
“Can you stay with me tonight?” Iris asked, pleading when they arrived at her door.
The servant noticed the one guard looking at Iris with lustful eyes.
“You will be perfectly safe,” the guard that violated her earlier, said.
“Of course I will stay with you, the king demands I report your every move to him. He also wants me to tell him if the guards look at you wrong,” the servant lied.
“Thank you,” Iris whispered, relieved.
That night Iris slept with one eye open even though the servant girl was sleeping at the end of her bed.
The guard was not pleased with the servant girl’s actions and sneaked into the princess's room and smothered the servant girl to death. Iris heard something but it was too dark for her to see anything so she just stayed in silence, filled with fear and hope that it was nothing.