From the Depths
Humiliated

Her heart sank. Did she hear that right?

Show him? Was he insane?

Stupid question, damn right he was.

What was she meant to do here? Strip down naked and hump Henry in the hopes that he would get erect? They were doomed.

This was the worst thing that could possibly happen to them.

Their ruse was up, there was no way they could pull this off.

“Permission for both of us to speak freely during the... punishment?” Henry asked.

Kirea’s head snapped toward Henry her eyes wide, what the hell was he thinking? He can’t honestly expect this to work, did he?

“Granted.” The King retorted with a wave of his free hand. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Yeah fucking right! How was that going to be possible?!

The way he was looking Kirea up and down was already putting her on edge.

Henry had turned toward her.

No, he couldn’t be serious!

The panic and fear was written all over her face.

He wasn’t actually going to take her, was he?

It seemed like he was though, he looked so serious. Would he go to such lengths to keep his life? That was a stupid question, she would.

Henry took two shot steps toward her.

She was backed up against the desk, bumping into it with a gasp her hands resting against the wooden edge inadvertently pushing her breasts up.

Her swimsuit was currently drying in her room for her late-night visit yet to come with Ren, her dress was thin and left almost nothing to the imitation, especially with his grip around her waist pulling the fabric tightened around her.

She realized then that he was playing to the king’s tune, he wanted to see Kirea in vulnerable positions.

“Your hearts beating so fast, I thought I was the only man that could do that to you.” Henry laughed as he leant in placing a kiss on her collarbone.

She shivered, her body rejecting the action. She wanted desperately to push him away, to run.

He gently tugged on the material to expose more of her shoulder causing her to gasp again. She was scared, the shiver turning to a light shake. She didn't want to do this but she must.

'Just think of it as the first night with your husband if you were to ever go ahead with an arranged marriage.' She thought as she tried to justify what was happening.

“She’s being shy my boy.” The King commented, with a chuckle from the bed, clearly enjoying the show. “How cute.”

“Don’t worry my Lord, I know how to get her going,” Henry responded as he gently picked her up, placing her atop the table, allowing him better access to her chest and neck.

Her hands, not knowing what else to do, found the material at his chest, her fingers clenching tightly to his shirt. Gods, she didn’t know what she was meant to do in this situation, was she meant to undress him?

Also now would be a good time to point out that she was actually a virgin, there was blood the first time, right? Or so she was told, she didn’t actually know. How was she going to let him know? There was no way she could pull this off without the King suspecting something, the first time was painful, right?

His lips found her ear and he whispered to her so quietly that she nearly missed it. “It’s okay, we can get through this, same as always. Giggle like I’m nibbling on your ear.”

She giggled innocently as she turned her head away ever so slightly bringing her shoulders to meet her ear. “Henry, that tickles.” She commented loud enough for the King to hear.

“I can make him focus solely on you while we mimic me taking you. But you have to be compelling enough, can you do it?” His hushed whisper was masked by her gasp as he slipped his knee between her thighs forcing her legs open.

Gods, she felt so vulnerable. She hated it.

The King licked his lips and her body shivered in disgust only adding to the act. Henry’s hand rested just below her most private parts. It was funny how Ren could invoke such an adverse reaction in her body, but with Henry, there was the complete opposite. No lust, not want, his hands were warm on her skin but no tingling or electricity came from his touch. This was going to get pretty intimate between them, but he was right, the King only seemed interested in her. She could make this work in her favour... She hoped.

“Do you trust me?” Henry asked still whispering in her ear.

She hated him, yes. Though she was even worrying about if that were true anymore.

She disliked his touch, yes. He'd had only hurt her once out of fear and he apologized for it countless times.

Oddly with all the time they had spent together, she knew that he wouldn’t sell her out to the King.

He had become her most trusted ally in this castle, her only one.

As foolish as it sounded, he had earned her trust.

She couldn’t say anything, it would be out of place, she indicated with a tiny nod of her head, his face so close to hers he could easily feel it.

Okay, it was time to put on a good show.

As he removed his hand from under her skirt she proceeded to wrap her legs around his waist, the action bringing their bodies slamming together. She let out a small moan as she gently rocked her hips against him.

“There’s my girl.” Henry purred loud enough to make the King cackle. His palm traced a line from her hips and waist, up over her breasts to the nap of her neck. His fingers found the hem of her neckline. With one swift movement, he tore at her dress.

She gasped in genuine surprise as her breasts spilled out, her hands balled into fists as she felt the sudden urge to punch him. The embarrassment was evident on her face as her cheeks filled with heat. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from cussing at him.

Taking ahold of one of her now very exposed breasts he dipped his head, taking the delicate pink tip into his mouth.

She sucked in a sharp intake of breath. Thankfully even though it looked as though he was toying with her with his tongue, he had simply placed his lips around her.

Right, she had to focus. She needed to make this believable.

Her head lulled back as she arched herself into his hold, lifting her knees higher the materials of her skirts bunched at her hips exposing her underwear for a certain King’s prying eyes.

“Bring her to the bed my boy, that can’t be comfortable for her.” The King’s voice was harsher, he was clearly aroused by this display.

She had chills, he wanted her closer to him.

Her body trembled in sheer protest.

She yelped as Henry scoped her up, their bodies still tightly pressed together. In only a few steps he was beside the eagerly awaiting King. She knew what was coming, they could both see why the King wanted her there. He threw her onto the bed, she faked a surprised gasp as she landed and bounced gently off the mattress only to fall into a mess amongst the sheets. Her hair fanned out around her, her breasts having a mind of their own from the impact.

“What a prize you have.” The King’s eyes were glazed over, fixated on her roaming body parts, not once did those eyes linger on Henry.

Henry towered over her, his hands finding their way to her underwear.

Slight panic crossed her face, he covered it by leaning down and capturing her lips with his own.

The kiss was anything but sweet, however, it gave her time to recover from the shock and fear of having the small material slid down and removed. He couldn’t ‘take her’ with them on, it was a logical move, but one she didn’t like.

She reached down with both hands, finding his belt. He continued to kiss her as she unfastened and loosened it. He slid her closer to the edge of the bed, hiding his fumbling of his hands under her skirt, mimicking the retrievable of his manhood when he actually didn't. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He pulled back from the kiss to look down at her, he glanced at the King who wore an eager smile.

She could hear the King’s breathing next to her, she dared not look at him as the oversized bastard’s hand slipped under the hem of his trousers, he was making her feel nauseated. If he was doing to do that while watching them, maybe they could get out of this quicker, once he was done he would surely have enough of them.

She looked up at Henry with questioning eyes. “Henry?” She asked as he had stopped.

The King chuckled beside her.

“What is it?” Henry’s tone was mocking as he responded to her.

Oh, so they were playing it this way. “You’re teasing me again!” She pouted.

He smirked. “Come now, you know what you have to do.”

Seriously! Did he have to be so damn cryptic? Her mind racing her eyes darting across his face for answers.

He raised a brow at her as though waiting for something.

“Please! Sir Henry.” She begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” She wrapped her legs around his hunched-over form, pulling him down closer to her. She hissed as his hand captured a breast, giving it a light squeeze.

“Is this what you want?” He pushed his lower regains gently into her.

With a sharp intake of breath, she imagined that in a normal situation, his manhood would have rubbed against her. But he was flat as a board, the material of his pants rubbing against her. There was no bulge, no evidence of his excitement, oddly she was grateful for it. She turned the gasp to a light moan as her hands trailed up his rather well-defined muscled body.

The King was breathing heavier now, she couldn’t block out the sounds he was making with his hand.

Just a bit longer and they would be free.

“Please my Knight, fill me.” Her voice was as seductive as she could make it.

He acted quickly so she reacted in kind. He slammed his body against hers. The shock on her face was real, she ran with it, arching her back up as her hands flew to the sheets clenching them tightly. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as she threw her head back.

A grunt sounded from beside her and she knew the king had finished. The smell that filled the room made bail rise in her throat as she fought back her gag reflex.

“Enough.” He said. “You can leave now, finish elsewhere.” He huffed as he stood to retrieve a cloth to wipe off his hand of his own mess.

Henry retreated, doing up his belt before helping her up off the bed. He took off his shirt and promptly placed it over her head. She pulled it down over her bare skin and hurriedly followed him out of the room.

They didn't delay. they didn't question. They just got out of there as quickly as they could.

Amazingly, they’d got off lightly tonight.

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