She heard the disgusted hiss Ilsa made against the backs of her teeth as she undressed her. Bruises and mottled marks had already started blooming over her skin like small macabre flowers, her breasts especially littered with colors. Brown and purple, some red swollen marks with swaths of burst blood vessels.
"What has he done to your beautiful breasts?" Ilsa demanded in a hush, shaking her head as her blue eyes hardened. Her face was perturbed, lips pinched together as she aimed Alya toward the copper tub.
She followed the other woman's lead, Ilsa silent but intent. Alya sank into the half warm water that was in the tub already, groaning into her weariness as she sank her back against the tub. She let her maid tucked a cloth behind her neck, head lolled back as more water was poured in over her breasts. She felt the slickness of oils and salts, smelled the heady mix of herbs and flowers, languishing in the hot water stroking her skin.
"If that's how he treated your breasts I can only imagine how you feel between the thighs."
"Tender," Alya murmured tiredly. "Did the King bed Talisa?"
"She faired a bit better than you," the older woman told her, a hand in the water and massaging tensed calf muscles. "Doubt it helped any. The poor girl is barren since that last miscarriage, I'm sure."
"You think so?"
Ilsa's face went sad as she switched to Alya's other calf, voice hushed and apologetic. "I think any child inside her withers."
"How long will this take, Ilsa?" Alya asked quietly, her gaze going slightly unfocused as she stared ahead.
"For you? Tupped every night?" Her servant gave a shrug, rising so that she could lift a foot from the water and stretch her leg out. "Not long, I don't think. You're due your moonblood in a week or so. I suppose we'll know then."
She switched legs after a moment and Alya sighed, letting her eyes shut lax as her head tipped fully back. The older woman stretched both legs, forcing her spine to loosen a little of its tension before she put them both back under warmed water.
"I can help you kill anything in your belly now, Princess. There are herbs, concoctions," Ilsa murmured quietly as the rounded the tub. "If you wish."
"I'd rather not prolong this."
"I understand," she agreed, both her aged hands starting a soft massage along Alya's shoulders. "How does that feel?"
"Sore, but good."
"Just relax, child."
*
The second night Deremon wouldn't allow poor Lucius to leave, making the young man sit awkwardly in a chair that had been pulled close to the bed. The servant was obviously nervous and terrified, hands jittering as he shifted more weight away from the bed.
Alya was mortified and Deremon knew it, enjoyed her objectification as he stripped her just between the bed and Lucius' knees. When he made her get on her knees and put his cock in her mouth she saw Lucius shift, very obviously trying to ease the sudden tightness between his legs.
She had known he was attracted to her, had been for ages. What was he supposed to do while she sucked the other man off?
Deremon didn't allow the servant to scramble from the room until she had her feet hooked over his shoulders and she was sloppy wet with his first round of cum, both of them panting hard. Her thighs were sore and red, puffed up from his slaps and squeezing.
"Stoke that fire up and then go on," he told Lucius before groaning himself fully onto the mattress, leaving her spread open and leaking cum, her hips aslant on the edge of the mattress.
"Yes, m'Lord."
She didn't even care anymore what he saw before he left. She just wanted the night over with.
*
Deep in the night Deremon pushed her thighs apart again to wake her, fingers thrusting in and out of her before she was even fully awake. Her eyes burned dreary as he shoved her thighs farther open, lifting her legs at the backs of her knees.
"I shall miss having you beneath me," he murmured, lips rubbing against her cheek as he dabbled the head of his clock between her still dampened thighs. "Talisa's tits just aren't the same."
"No, my lord."
"My nephew's cum is even more potent than mine," he told her as he sank into her to the hilt, balls pressing up against her dusky arse. "But I think I'll have you again soon anyhow, yes? We keep trying until the deed is done."
"Yes, Lord Deremon," she agreed with a whisper, lifting her legs as he withdrew and then thrust forward again.
"Beg me to breed you," he demanded, fingers rubbing at her clit mercilessly. He kept at her, thrusting while pinching and teasing on the nub of her clit
She moaned, her cunt clenching down as her hips pressed toward him. "Fill me, my lord."
"Yes, Alya, yes," he encouraged, voice getting raspy and impatient.
His fingers got quicker as he kissed her, slightly meaner in the way they touched her. She welcomed it, though, feeling her hips start to quiver as his thrusts quickened. She was slick wet for him suddenly, the unending assault on her clit making her incrementally wetter. His tongue brushed along her teeth and then he grunted against her cheek.
