Talia sat next to Alec in the Black Rose, nursing a glass of whiskey as her eyes roamed the room. It was the fourth time that he had brought her to the brothel-come-tavern and but she still found herself enthralled by the sight of people casually fucking each other over the tables and the pretty waitresses wondering around with their tits out.
As she tore her eyes away from a pair of redheads sucking on the dick of a man who she was certain she recognised as one of her father's guards she noticed a trio of young men sitting int he corner of the bar watching her curiously. Come to think of it, as she looked around the room again she noticed several groups stealing furtive glances in her direction, some of them even smiled and raised their glasses when she caught their eye.
"Alec?" she whispered. "Why are they staring at me? ... They can't see who I am, can they?"
He smiled at the panic in her voice. "Don't worry, Princess. No one knows it's you," he assured her, referring of course to the illusion that he had conjured to disguise her true identity.
She breathed a sigh of relief and took a swift mouthful of whiskey, wincing as it stung her throat. It still wasn't her favourite drink, but Alec liked it so she drank it anyway.
"People are starting to notice you," he explained. "Not everyone comes here to fuck, Princess. Some just come to enjoy the show."
She smirked into her glass, her mind wandering to their previous visits tot he Rose. Alec had fucked her over the very table that they sat at each time. He had bound her and gagged her and forced her to stare into the faces of their audience, which had grown with each visit, as he made her cum over and over again. The first two times she had been embarrassed, if a little turned on, by the experience, on their last visit she had found much of that embarrassment was gone. She had taken his dick into her and stared defiantly at the crowd even after he had covered her face with his warm cum. Here, in the tavern, she wasn't the Princess of Everdale. She was a slut and she would let him use her however he wanted.
"I will be leaving again soon," Alec said suddenly.
"Oh," Talia replied, her smile faltering.
He looked at her, his piercing eyes searching her face from above the rim of his glass. "You are coming with me."
She looked at him, trying to keep the excitement from her face. "What? How?"
"I have business to attend to back in the Vale. It will not take long so you shall accompany me."
"But... My duties..."
"Can wait," he said bluntly. His hand drifted to her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he slid his hand up her leg beneath her short dress. "Don't fret, Princess. I will handle your absence."
She bit her lip as she felt his fingers brush her panties, her pussy quivering in expectation. The thought of going away with Alec excited her. So far they had only spent a few fleeting hours at a time in each others company and they had almost always been in the dead of night. As much as she hated to admit it, she was struggling to keep up with his nocturnal patterns, usually managing to grab just a few hours of sleep each night and dozing throughout the day when her schedule allowed it. To be able to spend even a few whole days in his company where they wouldn't have to rush their time together was suddenly all she could think of.
Alec set his glass down on the table and reached for the bottle, scowling when he realised it was empty. He turned to her and indicated the bar with his chin. "Go get us another bottle," he ordered.
She raised her eyebrows. "Why?" she asked without thinking.
"So that all of your admirers get a view of that ass of yours," he hissed. "And because I said so."
She threw him a dirty look but stood up nevertheless, pulling the hem of her impossibly dress down over her ass cheeks as she did so. The dress had been a gift from Alec earlier that evening along with a pair of red bottomed high heels and fishnet tights to complete the outfit. She had plaited her yellow hair into a lose braid that hung over her shoulder and donned her brightest lipstick. Her collar was buckled securely around her neck as it always was when she was with him but tonight he had held her hand as he led her from the castle under the cover of night, her heels clicking along as she followed him excitedly to the tavern.
She walked up to the bar, feeling the eyes of the room on her body as she approached the attractive barman. Jerriah was big for an elf, his shirt pulled tight across his muscled shoulders. He had choppy black hair, dark skin and kind eyes. He nodded as Talia approached, his eyes lingering on her cleavage, and fixed her with an easy smile.
"Everything alright, Miss?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you, Jerriah," she replied. She leaned forwards on the bar, letting the hem of her dress ride up slightly to give Alec, and anyone else who was watching, a good view of her ass. "Another bottle, please."
Jerriah grinned. "Master Alec loves his whiskey. I'll have to fetch one from the back if that;s alright?" the barman replied.
"Of course," Talia replied. She turned her back to the bar as Jerriah hurried off, smirking at Alec across the room. She was enjoying herself. Tonight felt different to their other times together. He was still in charge, ordering her about and throwing not so subtle jibes at her whenever the opportunity presented itself, but he seemed more relaxed and was talking to her more freely than he had done before. She was growing more and more comfortable in his company than ever and, for the first time, she was starting to see the cracks in his armour as well.
"Wow! You are beautiful..."
She turned to see a dark haired man standing at the bar along from her. His eyes were ringed with red and she could smell the alcohol on his breath even from the distance they were stood.
"Thank you," she said uncertainly. She didn't mind the people in the bar staring at her, but until now no one had approached her, let alone tried to speak to her.
"Those tits... That ass!"
She glanced over her shoulder at Alec as the man continued. The man was obviously drunk, stumbling over himself as he shuffled along the bar to get closer to her. The look in his eyes was making her feel uncomfortable but before she could move back to her table the man had stepped in front of her.
"Go on," he rasped. "Give us a flash."
"No," she said firmly, moving to push past him.
"Ah come on, darling!" he slurred, reaching out and seizing her wrist.
"Get off me!" she cried, wincing as he gripped her arm too tightly.
There was a blur of movement in the corner of her eye and suddenly Alec was there, one hand on the drunk's throat as he lifted him into the air and slammed him onto the bar as though he weighed no more than a feather. Talia staggered backwards, losing her balance and tumbling to the floor. When she looked up she felt her blood turn cold and her breath catch in her throat. Alec loomed over the drunk, his handsome face contorted in a snarl of pure rage. His dark eyes were almost completely black and his lips were drawn back to reveal a pair of needle like fangs protruding from his jaw. Shrieks rose from the crowd that had gathered to watch the altercation, people leaping away from Alec as he glared down at his cowering prey.
