Amelia looks up at him with wide eyes, but obediently wraps her lips around his erection, taking him deep into her mouth as he starts to move again, fucking her face in time with his harsh breaths. Laurien watches them, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and possessiveness well up inside her chest.

She reaches down between their bodies, seeking contact with Amelia's clit.

Her touch sends the servant girl over the edge; she begins to moan and buck against Lord's thrusts as she comes hard around his cock. With a final groan, he follows close behind, pulsing hot cum down her throat as he empties himself into her mouth.

Panting heavily, he steps back from them both, surveying the scene with satisfaction. Amelia falls forward onto her hands and knees, gasping for air as she tries to regain control of herself.

As he pulls out of her mouth and thrusts back inside, Laurien's entire body convulses around him. Her head falls back, exposing the pale column of her throat as she lets out a keening cry that echoes through the room. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging in deep as she feels herself coming apart beneath him.

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her trembling and spent on the floor. For a moment, she thinks it's over;

but then he slams back into her throat, his cock hitting the back of her mouth and sending another rush of pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes fly open as she feels herself starting to come again, this time quieter but no less intense than before. She moans around him, her body trembling with each thrust that drives her closer and closer to oblivion.

Her hands slide down his thighs, curling into fists at his sides as she tries desperately not to come apart at the seams beneath his touch.

Her voice comes out rough and demanding as she speaks his name; the word falling from her lips like a blessing, a curse. "You." She reaches for him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he leans down to claim her mouth in a savage kiss. "I want you inside me," she whispers against his lips before parting them again and moaning as he thrusts his tongue deep into her mouth.

The servant continues to pleasure her, her touch growing bolder and more confident with each passing moment.

Laurien gasps around the king's tongue, her nails digging into his skin as she arches her back toward him, desperate for more. "La-Laurien," she pants between breaths, her eyes drifting closed as she surrenders herself completely to him.

"Mmm," he hums, pleased by her response. "Laurien... I'm going to fill you up so full of my cum that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

As she steps out into the cool night air, Laurien takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and clear her mind of the strange emotions that have been coursing through her. She knows what she must do; she must use this newfound knowledge to her advantage and find some way to destroy him and his people from within.

Her steps grow purposeful as she strides through the darkened gardens, seeking out the other women who serve as concubines for her hated betrothed.

With growing excitement and anticipation, Laurien approaches the first of the concubines, her eyes glittering with malice beneath her lashes. "Come with me," she whispers, reaching out to grasp the terrified girl's arm. "I have a way for you all to be free." The other women perk up at this, exchanging hopeful glances as they follow Laurien through the shadows of the garden.

She feels a strange pressure building inside her as he continues to take her roughly, his hands bruising her skin with every thrust. It's almost like she's being stretched... but that can't be possible, can it?

The pleasure becomes too much, and suddenly her eyes roll back in her head. Her body convulses violently around him as she comes apart beneath him, screaming his name in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

"I... I can't..."

Her words come out slurred and broken as the pressure inside her continues to build, pushing against the limits of her body. She feels herself growing smaller, shrinking in his hands as he forces her to submit to him completely.

"No..." she whispers, feeling tears streak down her cheeks. "I can't... I won't..." But it's no use; she has no control over herself anymore.

She turns around, presenting herself to him once more. His hands slide up under her skirt, caressing her bare ass as he pushes her forward until she's kneeling on the bed with her bottom in the air and her head hanging down between her shoulders. The position feels oddly familiar now; like it belongs to her somehow.

He steps between her legs, his cock springing free from his breeches as he positions himself at her entrance. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she whispers, her voice little more than a sigh. "I understand." And she does; she understands that this is how it's going to be from now on. She belongs to him, body and soul, and there's no escape from that reality.

With one powerful thrust, he slides his cock into her ass, filling her up once more. She gasps in pain, the feeling of fullness overwhelming her senses; she can barely breathe let alone form a coherent thought.