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flower, indeed,” the king said. “I’ll be almost sad when she’s jaded to all of this. Watching her reactions to each new stimulus pleases me very much.”
    Abigail still felt uncomfortable, but she couldn’t deny a dark part of her was aroused by the sexual attention. Becoming their vessel and toy loosened the tension within her. The many long years of worrying constantly about food and shelter and feeling unwell melted away, replaced with only a single concern at the forefront of her mind: pleasing the king and whomever he shared her with.
    “May I instruct her?” Frederick asked.
    “Be my guest.”
    Frederick moved his hand to her cheek, petting her as if she were a farm animal he was coaxing to give milk. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart.”
    When she did, he said, “Good girl. Now I’m going to move in and out of you. I want you to lick and suck it for me.”
    The arousal pulsed harder between Abigail’s legs as she followed the demeaning instructions. The king had been taking his time fucking her, patiently moving in and out, waking all of her nerve endings with a tantalizing slowness. Meanwhile, Frederick spoke soothing nonsense as he stroked her hair and fucked her mouth.
    When he began to move faster, so did the king. Abigail felt as though she were falling off a cliff with nothing holding her up but these two powerful men. She held on tight as both of them rode her, coming inside her in tandem. Her walls contracted around the king as she came, and he groaned out the last of his release.
    Both of the men eased out of her and Frederick laughed. “Yes, I am definitely jealous.”
    The king picked up a boneless and sated Abigail and carried her to his chambers where she was allowed a much-deserved nap.

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    With each day that passed, Niall found himself more pleased with his acquisition. Despite her shyness and frequent blushing, she never failed to comply with what he demanded of her. He’d upgraded to using toys in court. He derived great amusement, stuffing her with large phalluses, growing hard as she fucked herself on them in front of their guests
    He enjoyed tying her spread-eagled to a large oak table and allowing members of court to fondle her as long as they wanted. It aroused him to watch her writhe under the hands of another—many others.
    But aside from his friend, Frederick, he didn’t allow any of them to fuck her. Even Frederick was only allowed use of her mouth. Niall enjoyed binding her naked body with increasingly intricate knotwork. He’d instructed the servants to keep her shaved bare so nothing would be hidden from the gaze of the court. He saw her shyness as a challenge to expose her body more fully to increasing numbers of strangers. Her embarrassment and discomfort were an aphrodisiac.
    The festival was held outdoors. Being under the open sky tended to bring out a darker, more primal side in most attendants. Each day of the feast, Abigail’s family had been invited only for the early portion, before things got wild. Then they were dismissed, along with the children so the adults could play.
    Niall was disappointed Abby’s father seemed no closer to accepting anything that had transpired. He’d chosen to stay in the home the king had given him rather than venture out to the festival. At least Abby’s mother and siblings had attended the dinners.
    On the final night of the festival, Niall had Abby dressed in a dazzling gold slave garment that made her look even more exotic than usual.
    “You look like an angel,” her youngest sister proclaimed. “I want to be just like you when I grow up.”
    A darkness swept over the mother’s features as she looked at the king. As if Niall would stoop so low as to take his slave’s sister when she came of age.
    “Not going to happen,” he said. Abby’s mother seemed moderately appeased.
    Bells rang out over loudspeakers, signaling the need to clear out children and those who didn’t wish to participate in the orgy and ceremony.