wife drinks potions to prevent breeding with him and is emotionless during the feeding process.”
“Is this true?” I asked the wife, Darrion growling deep in his chest until his wife cowered in his presence. Her face was covered in bruises, probably from his brutish fist. She had marks around her throat and arms that bespoke of recent abuse.
“It is, My Queen,” Darrion answered for his wife.
“I wasn’t speaking to you, Darrion. If I had addressed you, you’d damn well know it,” I countered coldly, looking at his wife. “Is this true? Do you refuse to breed with your husband?”
“I don’t enjoy him or what he does to my body, Your Grace. He forces himself on me and allows his drunken friends to use me after he is done. I use a potion once a month to prevent pregnancy. I fear I will have someone else’s child and be tossed out because of it, even though it isn’t my choice to take other lovers. I don’t like being used by all the men in our town, or hated by their wives. My husband makes me available by tying me up to the post outback at night, freeing me in the morning to wash before I am given to the men again.”
“Did you choose to marry him willingly?” I inquired carefully, nausea swirling in my stomach from the pain in her voice.
“No. Darrion killed my parents when he raided my village and took me as a trophy when I had barely had my first breeding cycle. I have been with him ever since. When the king took you as his wife, Darrion turned it into a joke, forcing me to marry him naked before the entire town. He fucked me in front of everyone and allowed any man who wanted to do so fuck me as well. I was raped by every man that attended the marriage, some more than once. I was left hanging there overnight because Darrion forgot I was there when he passed out drunk.”
“Is this true?” Darrion nodded dismissively, beady eyes smiling as if he assumed I couldn’t do anything about it. “And now that she refuses to breed, you bring it before me? Tell me, was it my face you saw when you fucked your bride on her wedding night, or when you stood back and let any male who wanted to fuck her take their turn?”
“Does it matter?” he laughed huskily before letting his lecherous stare trail over my thighs, exposed from the slits in my skirt.
“I assure you, it does.”
“Fine, I imagined it was you I was with, and then you who the entire town took turns fucking as I watched.”
“And what is it you want from me? To force the poor girl to breed with you,” I laughed emotionlessly. “And if she breeds with one of the many men who you allow to rape her, you would probably murder her babe, or what? If it is a daughter, would she also end up on a pole to be used for your entertainment?”
“Do your fucking job,” Darrion hissed, and Ryder stood, staring at me as if he would intervene.
“You want a pussy you can share with your friends, one that’s submissive, allowing you to breed and use it however and whenever you want?”
“Exactly!”
I snapped my fingers, and Darrion screamed, looking down at his hand in horror. “What did you do?”
“I gave you a pussy that you can share with the town, but I’m afraid it’s only good for fucking, not breeding. A man like you shouldn’t be allowed to procreate. You,” I said, turning to Darrion’s wife. “You’re divorced. You can begin working in the kitchen of the castle effective immediately. If you need an escort to retrieve the items from your village and ex-husband’s home, we will appoint someone to assist you. Hopefully, he argues with them or stands in their way and loses his head in the process. You’re dismissed, enjoy it!”
Darrion’s face grew red, and he seethed, spittle flying from his mouth as he spoke. “My hand is a pussy!