Author's Note:
The fifth chapter is here. Adeline will be renamed as Meri from other POVs but to herself, she will always be Adeline. Hope it's not too confusing :)
Happy Reading!
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Gilroy and the captain eventually came to an agreement on the sale of Adeline; the captain ecstatic when he got more coins than he had initially expected and Gilroy not minding paying the extra. Good slaves were worth more and Adeline would be a special one for the prince. The royals would even feel insulted if he had paid cheaply. Emil got his cut from the sale, and he happily led Doctor Isen down to the slave stables where the doctor could have his pick of slaves, feeling generous for once. The captain left too, after one last look at the woman.
"Come on. Get moving." He signaled to the guards, who went to release the woman from her chair. "I want to return to the palace as soon as possible. There's plenty of things that needs to be done before the prince's First Night."
Traditionally, it took longer than that to prepare for the First Night. But the prince's First Night had been continuously delayed for two years that the king had decreed that the First Night be arranged as soon as an appropriate slave was found.
The two guards nodded, pulling her to her feet. One of them, Royle, a mousey-haired young guard, took out a pair of gold manacles from his belt and secured her wrists and legs. He slung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, walking out after the others. Adeline yelped in shock at her position, earning her a smack on her ass. She was still naked, and her bare ass incredibly close to his face. He thought he could feel the heat emanating from her sex. It would be so easy to turn his head slightly and kiss her soft skin. She smelled good too, the musk of a horny woman. Royle looked at Gilroy and the other guard walking ahead of him and slowed down. His fingers moved up her thighs to the curve of her ass. It didn't take any effort to find her pussy; she had left a trail of wetness -- all he had to do was follow it. His fingers slipped on slick flesh, her labia enveloping his digits in wet heat. She moaned, which encouraged his ministrations. He had worked under Gilroy for two years, but this was the first he had ever seen someone like her -- a perfect slut, born for bed play.
"Horny little slut, aren't you? Bet you don't even want to wait for the prince to fuck you," he told her, keeping his voice low so Gilroy and the other guard wouldn't overhear. As for the trainers and guards in this building, they had seen worse than the mere fondling of a slave. The knowledge emboldened him. He felt around her pussy, locating her clit and her virgin entrance. He carefully inserting the tip of a finger into her and strummed his middle finger on the clit which he exposed from the little pocket of skin. "Does this feel good? I saw the way you acted just now." He teased her clit into erection once more, holding her thighs tightly against him with his other arm so she wouldn't fall off. "Responsive little slut."
Royle hard cock was pushing against his uniform, the rigid length eager to replace his fingers. She would be a hell of a fuck, he thought, especially with how her pussy clasped greedily around his digit. He played with her clit, wanted to make her come. And then he would fuck her, he thought. If he couldn't take her pussy, then he could make good use of her ass and mouth. His hard on within his pants needed relieving.
Adeline let out a keening cry as she got close to an orgasm. His touch felt way too good, and she desperately needed to climax. She writhed sensually against the guard, panting as she strained towards the peak. Just a little more... a little more...
"What are you doing?" Gilroy's voice thundered down the corridor.
Royle went still, staring at the furious face of Gilroy. He was so preoccupied with molesting her he hadn't realized he had stopped walking. He removed his guilty fingers from her, but her cry of protest betrayed what he had been doing. His fellow guard was shaking his head, knowing Royle was in trouble. Who wasn't tempted by this new slave? He had been too, but he wasn't foolish enough to put his neck and job on the line just to tumble a woman who was already deemed the prince's.
"You, put her down right now." Gilroy ordered Royle and turned to the other guard, "You take her." He waited until the exchange was made before returning to Royle. "You're off my service when we get back. I'll inform the palace steward. It's apparent I can't trust you around the slaves."
Royle wasn't happy. He liked his position right now. It allowed him to fuck whichever slaves he wanted as long as he stayed away from the sex slaves kept by the royal family. His eyes grew mutinous. "Don't deny you don't want her too! All of us want to fuck her."
Gilroy rolled his eyes. Of course, and that was precisely why he had paid a handsome amount. He didn't bother explaining to the foolish idiot, turning around to glare at the new slave. He had a feeling she might stir up a ruckus in the palace.
"Please. Clit. Pussy. Please. Please."
The string of words surprised the men. They looked at her and realized she had indeed talked. Then Gilroy laughed. "I suppose this was what the captain meant by her learning to beg."
Adeline stopped talking when she realized they were ignoring her. Or perhaps she wasn't being taught the correct words. She had to admit that the captain might just be making fun of her when he was teaching her those words.
She was carried out of the building on the shoulder of the older guard. The young guard trailed behind them, staring at her all the way, the anger and predatory lust still gripped him. She realized, of course, that she must have made too much noise just now. It was quite possible he would have made her come if she had remained silent.
Once more, she was placed inside a vehicle and brought to a new place. Adeline settled down on the floor of the carriage, drawing her knees up to her chest. She didn't know it offered the others a clear view of the slit at the apex of her legs. She stared at the bulges in these men's crotches and huddled closer to the side, averting her eyes. Fortunately, they left her alone, even the young guard. Her mind was clear from the tendrils of arousal now, and she was able to recall what happened since the sea witch granted her wish. She had legs; her dreams had come true. She had left the sea and was on land now, fulfilling another of her dreams. But none of her dreams featured being assaulted and abused by numerous men. And just why did their behavior grow on her? Was she becoming used to this? Had she come to like it? Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her chest as the vehicle travelled on the uneven stone road, bouncing slightly.
She was almost half asleep when she was lifted from the vehicle and carried down a long corridor which branched out to many walkways. This place was a far cry from the short stone buildings and red flat roofs she had seen outside. Here, the walls were white and gleamed under the sunlight. Pillars with ornate etchings stood proudly, boasting their rich history. Huge stained-glass windows and tall arches allowed the light to shine on the colorful patterned tiles of the floor. Plants grew dutifully within the allotment of space allowed to them -- tamed but nonetheless beautiful.
Adeline had never seen a place like this. She thought of the merKing's palace and wondered if it was as majestic. Few had ever visited where the merKing lived, and even fewer had seen the merKing. They said the merKing was the oldest sea being to ever exist, and that he had powers to disguise himself, allowing him to take on various identities. Some whispered that the merKing was the first of the merpeople, leaving land to consort with the humans and that was how the merpeople come to exist. There were songs about merKing and the palace he lived in, a white architecture deep in the ocean floor, illuminating the sea around it like a beacon. Adeline had been mesmerized by the stories about the merKing when she was young.
Gilroy stopped one of the slaves who bowed subserviently when they passed by. "Send word to the palace steward. Tell him I have the prince's sex slave. He'll know what to do."
The young boy bobbed his head and ran off immediately.