The Prince and His Slave

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s I wondered if I got accidentally swapped when I was a baby. Women in my family were strikingly beautiful, my

gusted me to the core, and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pull

to watch—group sex demos. People of my kind were trained from a young age to give pleasure to the royals. We had to be virgins unti

and women engage in sexual activities;

years older than me and she had been at it with delight. She was very good at giving blow jobs and lap dances, anythin

ne with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last

rginity. But all that changed last week. I, and another courtesan who was from a different family, had birthdays on the same day.

pted body whenever I could. I touched myself many times to his thoughts and that cock that I had seen so many times d

an. I wanted a simple, honest, dedicated lover who worked hard to earn a living and came home to my smiling face. Someone who loved ever

s or escapades. He was usually gone for several days hunting, visiting other family

re! Fresh meat."

told him I wanted out of this arrangement, and out of this courtesan life. I requested him to let me g

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thout me, but he didn't forget. He asked for me today. I went to his room expecting the worst. But if this was how his punishm

. My body became a puppet in Ian's hands, more like his slave. Not just what he did with his tongue, but his kisses

! What

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