Free Web NovelChapter 163: The Prince’s Debauchery
Deep within the confines of his prosperous chambers, Aric sat upon his extravagant throne made of the skulls of the undead and the living, his features reflecting the cruel nature of his heart. With a regal bearing, Aric exuded an air of authority and power like no other.
He was a tall, broad-shouldered and muscular man with a beard of golden hair cascading down to his chest. His piercing eyes, a chilling shade of icy blue, seemed to hold the weight of a thousand secrets and the darkness of his ruthless reign.
Having returned from a triumphant "expedition" with a group of captured slaves, Aric revelled in his power and dominance.
The air was thick with debauchery as his loyal soldiers indulged in their own pleasures outside the palace with the women Aric had rejected or cast out from his harem.
Aric, adorned in luxurious garments that showcased his status, exuded an air of arrogance and entitlement.
"This was a successful campaign!" Aric took a deep breath before licking his lips, imagining what he would do to the new slaves.
His eyes gleamed with a hunger that could only be satisfied by exerting control over those around him. He desired to test the newly acquired slaves to determine their worth and ability to please him.
But before he delved into his depraved pursuits, he sought the company of his current "queen." She stood before him, her delicate features marred by fear and discomfort.
Aric’s eyes locked on the queen, a stunning beauty dressed in revealing attire that accentuated her curves.
Aric relished the defiance in her eyes, seeing it as a challenge to his dominance. A predatory smile played on his lips as he approached her, his hand firmly gripping her chin.
"Ah, my queen," Aric purred, his voice dripping with desire and authority. "I can only hope you’re prepared to prove your worth to me... or be used by the dogs waiting outside."
The ’queen’, for the night, trembled, her body betraying her unease as Aric revelled in her vulnerability. She would rather be one man’s plaything than be treated as a piece of meat for hundreds of vicious bastards waiting for women to be thrown outside.
As the queen trembled with fear, Aric smiled. He was delighted in the control he wielded over her, savouring the taste of her fear and luscious lips as he forced his lips on her.
He pulled her closer, his grip tightening slightly around her chest as he ripped apart the upper half of her delicate dress, relishing the control he exerted over her.
"Pour me a drink," Aric commanded, his voice laced with dominance. freewebnovёl.ƈom
He released her, but not before pinching her nipples, forcing a moan out of her. Once free, the woman didn’t waste any time fulfilling his request, knowing full well that he held her fate in his hands and that she didn’t want to end up thrown outside the ’palace’.
She reached for a crystal bottle with trembling hands, her movements cautious and hesitant.
As she poured the drink, Aric watched her intently, his gaze never wavering. It pleased him to see them tremble under his command. But more than that, it pleased him to toy with women... especially those with significant assets to offer.
"Excellent," Aric murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction and hunger. "Now, my queen, let us savour this moment together."
With a swift motion, Aric pulled the queen on his lap before pouring the drink between her breasts. The next moment, he placed his mouth below her cleavage, relishing the taste of the rich liquid as it slid down his throat.
Even though he did all that, His eyes never left the queen, his gaze predatory and filled with a sense of ownership as, through his eyes, he gestured for the woman to get rid of his pants.
However, before things could progress any further, the doors were flung open as one of Aric’s trusted soldiers and longtime friend, Flint, came rushing in.
When Flint saw that Aric was busy, he quickly averted his eyes to not anger the ’Prince of Ego’ because he was quite conscious about his size down south.
Typically, Flint would have left immediately, but an urgent matter had come to his notice. A news that Aric needed to hear at once.
"Your Highness, I bring urgent news," Flint spoke with thoughtfulness so as not to accidentally anger him.
Aric’s smile remained as he continued playing with the queen. "Speak, my friend. What news do you speak of?"
Flint hesitated for a moment, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. "Your Highness, three girls whom you conquered... have mysteriously disappeared. I’m afraid they have managed to escape while we were away."
Aric’s smile vanished, replaced by a dangerous glint in his eyes. He abruptly stood from his throne, causing the queen to fall flat on her butt, drenched in alcohol, while Aric proudly sported the baby carrot between his legs.
"Say that again," he demanded, his voice laced with anger and disbelief.
Flint swallowed hard, trying not to laugh at the sight before him, "I... I am sorry, Your Highness. The girls you had collected three months ago managed to evade the guards and flee the city."
Aric’s grip tightened on itself, his knuckles turning white. The woman beside him watched in silence, her eyes wide with fear. The atmosphere in the grand hall grew tense as Aric’s anger surged to the surface.
"How dare they defy me," Aric seethed, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Those girls were mine! Find them, bring them back, and I’ll make sure they face the consequences of their actions."
Despite waning to laugh at Aric’s squeaky voice, Flint nodded, fear etched across his face as he knew what his former best friend was capable of with the ridiculous ability he had awakened.
"Yes, Your Highness. We will search every corner, leave no stone unturned until we find them and deliver them back to your rightful authority."
Aric’s rage gradually subsided. He composed himself, regaining his regal demeanour. "See to it that this is done swiftly and discreetly. I will not tolerate any further failures."
Flint bowed and retreated, feeling sad for the woman who had to spend the night with Aric. The young woman trembled slightly. She dared not speak, aware of the storm brewing within Aric’s mind, praying to the gods that the night would pass quickly... or else it would be her last night.
