“This the new one?”
Ka-Lan assumed the voice belonged to the betrothed. She got her answer in some grunt. A woman’s voice. Probably the twin-sister. Clearly she’d gone to fetch her brother’s betrothed. Bringing her for her first impregnation with Ka-Lan.
Her question did beg another one, wondered Ka-Lan. What happened to the old one? His predecessor?
“Fine body ……”
Ka-Lan felt a swell of pride. Natural reaction at being admired .. he’d peaked her interest. But a bit odd in his circumstances.
If they hadn’t stuck his head in sackcloth, Ka-Lan thought to himself, she could see for herself. Enjoy how damned good looking he was. And maybe the sight of her would urge him on.
And why the hell all these ropes and disguises, he wondered? No touchy-feely tied down like this … at least not for him. And as for that tight cinch around his cock ….. He was perfectly capable of getting down to business without all this fuss.
“You are betrothed.”
Ka-Lan recognised the voice. It was the twin-sister here too.
“There is only one man of interest in your life …..”
Well, that put Ka-Lan in his place …… About to fuck her …. But not “of interest”.
The sister’s tone was admonishing. Not much love between these two women. If only the brother thought the same way ….. that he had any interest in his betrothed …… was willing to the deed himself. Ka-Lan would be out of a job … but he did feel sorry for the poor girl. Perhaps she did look like a sow’s arse, but she deserved better than this.
“Help her up.”
The sister’s snapped order was followed by the feel of the betrothed being settled astride his hips. A hand, a man’s calloused mauler, held Ka-Lan’s hard-on upwards. Helping the betrothed to slide down onto him. With a bit of wriggling he was inside. She was tight, Ka-Lan heard her hiss. She had not be used to much of this.
The whole thing was impersonal. Downright weird. Like this male guard had just helped her stick a dildo up inside her. Not some living, breathing , needy cock. Hot, sweaty, willing. And coming with an eager male attachment to the dildo to-boot. Insulting. No, degrading. Demeaning. Humiliating abuse. Ka-Lan was reduced to some human dildo. His whole being .. his eye-catching body, his mind, his adventurous spirit .. “of no interest”. Reduced to a hard-on that could impregnate this girl. Because Hubbie-to-be couldn’t be arsed.
In other circumstances, Ka-Lan would have been happy to make this pleasurable for her. If he’d had any wriggle-room. And boy, did she need it …..! From the way she was bouncing up and down on him .. like some kid who knew no better .. no one had shown her how. Certainly her guardian, that world-class bitch of a twin-sister, .. she wasn’t going out of her way.
Bouncing on him .. crudely jerking up and down on his boner. She hadn’t the first idea what sex was about. This poor girl was out of her depth. Sex was unknown to her. Did she even know it didn’t have to be a public show? Before male guards? A stern female sister-in-law supervising the act? Where was the intimacy? Even when fucking a slave. An innocent, she was, poor girl. Other people’s patsy. And no one cared. All that mattered .. get pregnant. Marry into nobility. Hand over the dowry.
And Ka-Lan’s illustrious job in this sordid scheme of things .. was to impregnate her. NOTHING more.