Harsh reality

The night came, and like a starving wolf on the lamb, Jerome threw himself at the queen.

"A… a little gentlyer… ah… my king… ah…"

Not giving the girl a chance to get excited, the man pulled her dry on the raw meat.

"Ahh!"

So the evening started quite painfully, especially since Ariana hadn't been with the man in a relatively long time… and her body was just starting to get used to less physical trauma.

Jerome, on the other hand, could not hear her scream, or see the tears dripping down her face… blurred his vision, his perception, by the desire to get even more from the delicate female body.

Ariana knelt on the edge of the bed, and he gripped her hair. He didn't care that pulling her hair while sometimes slapping her ass with all his might, wasn't a bit enjoyable for his partner.

In vain did she try to gain time by sucking his dick, she had to work the second lap riding on the man's cock.

Jerome grabbed her breasts as Ariana squatted over the man lying on the floor, to get the full picture of her body as his cock penetrated as deeply as possible.

When she was on her knees because the muscles in her thighs were burning, Jerome grabbed her butt and started pounding from below at a terrible speed.

When she could no longer move, the man placed her on the bed, placing one foot around his neck, penetrating halfway from the side.

Ariana was so tired by then that she couldn't grab the bedding… nor moan. She just lay lifeless, letting the man push her body.

The rays of the sun were already stroking the man's back, when he finally returned to his room.

She lay tormented on the bed.

"Why… before he left… he was so good… why did he gone crazy again?"

Deep down, she herself knew… that the king's sexual appetite required daily appeasement… and surely the days ,that were missed were not lost in nothingness, but had accumulated… and struck down on her during the next intercourse.

Ariana could only gather herself so much for dinner, that she could get out of bed. All of her body ached, but she had to eat, take a bath, as the king would return to her soon.

On days like these, the servants didn't even dare look at her, and the Queen couldn't force her usual charming smile either.

'I hope Jürgen disn't came to the estate this time either… if he sees traces of his lover on me, he will definitely drown me into the lake.'

She sighed as she waited for the blessed effect of the hot bath.

When the "stableman boy" did not appear when the king returned, Ariana was convinced that the unsolicited guest came behind Jerome's back, but she couldn't calm down yet, as Jürgen could hold the king accountable for the secret passage anytime… and who knows how would Jerome respond to the accusation of the whimsical snake.

After a delicious dinner, Ariana gone to her bedroom to pretty herself up for her owner. Sitting before the mirror she felt like a sexdoll, whose only reason to exist is to serve the hungry king's cock.

„Only 4 more months…and I will be 20… in 4 months this nihtmare will be over…"

There were times, when she thougt that she actually desired… loved… the king… but on nights like these… she was shaken back to reality. He only keeps her, beside him to have a heir, and after that..she will be thrown out.