Chapter Eighteen

 

 

I was taken back to the same chamber I'd bathed in before. Janet gushed the entire way; telling me how lucky I was to make such a good impression on the Queen and to get the chance to touch her brother. Queen Tana hadn't found a slave good enough for Prince Trenton in over fifteen years, and he had turned down every lady of the Seelie Court. I was flattered, I guess, but mostly nervous. I knew I needed to make this prince come or I'd be returned to Conall.

Janet dressed me in a lavish, velvet gown that laced up so tight that it nearly shoved my breasts out of the bodice. My nipples were a hairsbreadth away from popping free, and my boobs looked enormous. I wasn't allowed underwear, but at least I got a nice pair of shoes. Janet led me through the narrow passages again, but this time she took me out into a vast room.

There were dining tables set up along the walls, with an ornate one at the end, perpendicular to the others. It was very similar to the set up in the Unseelie dining hall, but this was much brighter, and there were no human slaves along the walls.

The Queen sat at the high table with the man I'd seen speaking to her earlier; obviously her brother. Prince Trenton smiled widely when he saw me, and I had the impression that it was in challenge. I glanced around the room as Janet led me down the central aisle, and my gaze happened upon Conall. He was steaming mad, and that made amused me. When Conall saw my reaction, his eyes narrowed. I turned away and smiled at Prince Trenton. He licked his lips and looked over my cleavage hungrily.

This was the man who no woman could please? I thought that he might be gay, but he was obviously into women. So, what was the problem? Perhaps—like his sister—he needed something more unique in the way of lovemaking. But how would I give him a unique blowjob?

Janet bowed, and I followed her lead.

“Your Majesty,” Janet said. “I hope Lady Riley's appearance pleases you.”

“You've done well, Janet,” the Queen said. “Thank you; you may go.”

Janet left me as the Queen waved me forward. I stopped before the edge of the high table.

“Come up here, my dear,” the Queen said. “Let my brother see you.”

I went around to the steps at the side of the dais and walked up them. The Queen's brother shifted in his seat and gestured me over to him. I stood before him and waited.

“She's lovely,” Prince Trenton said to his sister. “But, I have had lovely women before.”

“I have every confidence in her, Trenton,” the Queen said to her brother. “Get under the table, Riley. Show my brother what you can do.”

I wasn't all too surprised by the command. Drostan had done something very similar to me on my first night in Tirne. So, I knelt and started to crawl beneath the table. On my way under, Trenton reached down and popped my nipples out of my dress. He winked at me when I looked up at him, then spread his legs expectantly.

I positioned myself between Trenton's thighs and pushed the tablecloth up so I could reach his belt. Trenton flipped the cloth up onto the table so that he could watch me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sir Eamon sitting beside the Queen. I glanced over, and he smiled encouragingly. But I had a feeling that the Prince would need more than a tongue in his ass to make him come.

I glanced up at Prince Trenton as I undid his pants, and then smiled when his rigid cock sprang free. At least I didn't have to work to arouse him; that was half the battle. His cock was thicker than Thiery's and slightly more golden than the rest of his skin. The curls around its base were white—like the hair on his head—and I threaded my fingers through them before dragging my fingernails down his shaft.

Trenton sucked in an excited breath; his cock twitching eagerly.

Excellent; so he was that kind of man. The women had been too gentle with their Prince. But that one scrape had told me everything I needed to know; Prince Trenton wanted it rough.

“Just wait, Brother,” the Queen said with mischief. “She's only warming up.”

I bent my head to the task and moaned through every lick and motion. I started gently and then quickly tightened my hold and sucked him savagely. I was taking him in as deep as he could go; my lips tight around him and my hand like a vise. As I madly worked his cock, I rubbed my nipples against his legs. Trenton's hand slid down and started playing with them. I groaned as he pinched me hard; letting the vibration tingle over him. Soon, Trenton's hand was on the back of my head; urging me on. That's when I took his balls in hand and squeezed them as I shoved a finger up his ass. Trenton roared out his release and came in my mouth violently. I drank every last drop as he convulsed; his back bent over his chair. And then I sat back, waiting for him to recover and dismiss me.

Instead of sending me away, Trenton tucked his cock back into his pants, pushed my nipples into my dress, and helped me to my feet. He didn't stop there but continued to lift me into his arms with a wild look on his face. Prince Trenton strode out of the hall—carrying me like a groom with his bride—to stunned silence.

“Told you so!” The Queen called after us.