The Minstrel's Tale Part 3

The big man’s face darkened in anger. The prince leaned back from him, afraid Glaston might try to strike him. Suddenly, he went very pale. “My child, my blood. She is going to die tomorrow. I have to see her.” He stood and hurried from the room.

Edwin pursed his lips as he watched him go. He might become a problem. Maybe he would have an accident tomorrow.

The prince yawned and stood up from his chair. Nearly everyone else was already gone. He stopped to have a quick word with the clerk, who was busily recording what the apothecary told him, and then headed to his chambers. A guard had been posted around his rooms, but he told them they could go home for the night. No sooner had he entered the room and closed the door than a knock sounded behind him. She stood in the corridor, now wearing a thin skirt that showed most of her legs and a silk blouse that clung to her revealingly.

“Come in,” the prince said, resisting the urge to pull her close and kiss her. He wanted to savor the moment, to let it sweeten with anticipation. “Would you like some wine?” he asked.

She looked at the decanter dubiously. “I don’t think so, my lord. There’s something I have been meaning to ask you, though.”

“Anything, my radiant angel.”

She brushed past him, swaying her hips suggestively, and sat on the edge of the bed. “What happened between you and Lady Reyna?”

Edwin looked at her inquisitively, a look she returned perfectly. He laughed, and she did the same. “Reyna,” he said, and thought of her, lying down in the cold and dark. The image put a kind of pleasant giddiness at the pit of his stomach. He walked slowly towards the girl. “She had ambition, but she was a fool. She thought I was a bigger fool.” Leaning down, he kissed the woman, lightly at first, then more deeply, letting his tongue dance with hers.

She drew back and licked her lips slowly, sensually. The prince nearly quivered in anticipation. She looked into his eyes and a smile crossed her face. “You raped her, didn’t you?”

Edwin blinked at her, feeling his ardor ebb. “What did you say?”

She ran a finger down the side of his face as she talked, down the middle of his chest, stopping just short of his crotch. “First you raped her, then you made her think you loved her, then you decided to kill her when she told you she was pregnant. I’m not sure why you killed your own father, though.”

Terror struck at the heart of the prince. “Bastien sent you, didn’t he?”

She smiled wickedly. “No, but I’ll be sure to remember that name. You murdered your father and blamed your lover because you never wanted her for anything more than this.” She touched the spot between her thighs. “I wonder what the king did to make you decide to kill him, though.”

Edwin put his finger in her face. “He rejected me. He said I was unfit to rule.”

She leaned forward, her mouth quirking when she saw him glance down. “Well, prince, allow me to impart a bit of knowledge. Your father was right.”

“No!” he shouted, throwing his fist at her with all of his strength. She crumpled, falling back onto the bed and coming to rest on her side. Her hair was a curtain of gold that his her face. She pressed her hand to her cheek and whimpered softly.

“I don’t know how you figured it out,” the prince said, unbuckling his belt. He dropped his trousers to the floor and stepped out of them. “But I’m going to make sure you never tell anyone.”

With a cry, the girl jumped to her feet and made to run for the door. Edwin caught her arm and twisted it, pulling it up high behind her back. She hunched over, weak with pain. “Earlier I swore that I would never let a woman try to manipulate me again. Just what were you going to do, blackmail me? The most powerful man in the land? Get down on your knees, bitch.” He pushed her down next to the bed. “Now beg for your life.”

“Please,” she cried, “don’t kill me.”

The prince smirked. “Ask me to fuck you instead.”

“No.”

“Good,” he said, pressing her face down against the sheets. He hiked up the back of her dress, exposing her naked bottom. “I didn’t rape that girl, but I’m certainly going to rape you. Then I’m going to kill you.” He squatted behind her, positioning himself. “Such a waste. I would have given you so much in exchange for the use of this perfect body.”

“You did rape her,” she persisted.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he said, and rammed his cock home inside of her. She cried out in pain as he grunted with pleasure. “You’re going to be the best cunt I’ve ever had,” he crooned.

With her free hand, she scrabbled at the hand that trapped her, scratching furrows in his arm. The prince caught her hand and bit down on it, tasting blood. She squealed in pain and wrenched it away but did not try to scratch him again. She sobbed as he began to thrust slowly in and out of her. “Tell me you like it,” he said.

“Go to hell, pig!”

He pressed up on her arm, making her gasp in pain. “Tell me you like it,” he repeated.

“I like it,” she said quietly.

“Tell me to fuck you harder.”

When she didn’t respond, he tweaked her arm again. “Tell me!”

“fuck me harder, please!” she whimpered.

The prince obliged, ramming into her with such force that each thrust forced the air from her lungs. He felt the wave of his lust cresting and slowed, bending low over her. “You belong to me,” he said, nibbling at her ear. “Your cunt is mine.” He squeezed the plump flesh of her breast. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. “Your tits belong to me.” He straightened. “Your perfect little ass,” he slapped it hard, “mine. You thought you could bend me to your will? I control you.” He thrust against her, slapping against her as hard as he could. He twisted her arm again just to hear her cry out in pain. 

“Oh fuck!” he cried, just as he reached the edge. The orgasm hit him with so much force that he collapsed against her. She squirmed, trying to free herself from his grasp, but he hung onto her arm with all of the strength he could bring to bear. He pressed his cock into her as far as it would go, so that she would be sure that his seed was inside her. “What I said earlier, I take it back, lover,” he whispered into her ear. “You never could have given me so much pleasure, had you come to me willingly.”

He pushed himself out of her and looked down. She made no attempt to move, too deeply in shock, he imagined. He turned and padded softly over to his desk. The girl continued to weep softly behind him. He grasped the hilt of his saber and pulled it slowly from its sheath, careful not to make a sound. “Had enough, have you?” he asked, walking quietly back over to her. He placed the tip of the sword at the entrance to her womb, feeling an exhilarating rush of power not far removed from the pleasure he had just stolen from her body.

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She felt his seed within her belly, a warm pool that grew hotter by the moment. She tried to ignore the aches and pains he had given her and focused on that feeling, willing it to grow. Quickly, the warmth became a fire that burned at her core. Confidently, she took hold of the strings of power the prince had given her. Something cold and sinister touched her just as she opened her mouth and sang the first note.