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in response to the groping.
    “Sir Frederick,” the king said, “It’s wonderful to see you again. Couldn’t stay away?”
    Fredrick shook his head. He looked to be around thirty and was nearly as handsome as the king. He bowed. “It’s good of you to have me here, Your Majesty. It’s always a breath of fresh air to be in Himeros where the women aren’t so uptight. It’s a mystery to me why men in other lands have worked so hard to suppress female sexuality when they could be displaying it.” His gaze went to Abigail, drinking her in, almost physically violating her with only a look. “She’s exquisite,” he said. “I’m jealous.”
    The king laughed and waved him off. Frederick crooked a finger at a woman from the line. She grinned at him as if they had a history, and maybe they did. Abigail was surprised when he didn’t take her out of the court, but instead moved to the far wall to one of many ornate couches. The woman didn’t seem to mind, uninhibitedly removing her clothing and kneeling at his feet. He sat on the couch and undid his pants, freeing his impressive cock. The woman took him into her mouth without hesitation, as if it was the best thing she’d ever had between her lips.
    Abigail watched in twisted fascination as the woman bobbed up and down on the man’s member. He glanced up and held Abby’s eyes with a knowing smirk until she looked away.
    The king was right: Abigail may as well have been a virgin for all her naiveté about the debauchery of court. The pattern repeated itself over the next hour or so. The king greeted guests, and they each picked a woman to entertain them during their stay. Some retired to their guest room, while others stayed and fondled and fucked in the open, slowly turning the proceedings into a mini-orgy as guests swapped women or put them together to watch them pleasure each other for everyone’s amusement. Abigail had known this went on at court, but seeing it or being a part of it was something quite different.
    She should have felt more shame, but the comfort and acceptance of everyone in attendance made it seem normal and less tawdry. Titillating and exciting, but not wrong.
    When the guests had been greeted and everyone was settled and involved in their own activities, the smell of sex growing stronger in the air by the minute, the king stood and moved to the other side of the chaise.
    “Get on your hands and knees.” His voice was strained, barely above a low growl. It wasn’t just the guests and nobles whose excitement had grown higher as they’d watched Abigail writhe against the king’s hand. He’d had to wait until the formalities were past before he could lose himself inside her.
    She didn’t hesitate, afraid to keep the king waiting for even another second. In record time, he’d divested himself of his clothing, perfectly comfortable and content to display his own nudity. He took the belt and panties off her, careful not to tear them. She’d grown so sensitive as he’d rubbed and teased her, his fingers dancing along the wet folds of her most private parts, that she groaned with relief when she was finally impaled on him.
    As the king used her, Sir Frederick approached, wearing nothing but a cocky smirk.
    “May I touch her?”
    The king must have nodded because a second later, Frederick squeezed and stroked her breasts. His hands slid over her thighs and belly and hips as if she were a side of meat he might purchase for his table. Then he stroked his cock a few inches from her face.
    “Frederick is an old and dear friend and ally,” the king said. “Open your mouth for him, Abby. Let him get inside you.”
    She hesitated, but then opened and allowed the stranger to slide into the warmth of her mouth, reveling in her own degradation and the hedonism that had taken them all like a demonic possession.
    “She’s shy. I didn’t know such a thing existed in Himeros,” Frederick commented, sounding genuinely surprised.
    “She is a rare