Chapter 11: A Fair Price
Trigger Warning: The first part of this Chapter includes a scene of coerced sexual activity. Please proceed with caution or skip if needed.
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Rose winced. Her father’s life depended on how well she could fellate the crown prince. Rose slowly nodded with his cock in her mouth. Just taking in the tip was a hassle, and the worst part was she didn’t know what to do with it. Should she just cover it with her mouth? Suck on it? But how would she do that without teeth? She had never done this before. She had never had to with Ander—all he needed was a little fondling, and it certainly wasn’t this huge.
Rose yelped as Caius grabbed her hair. The sound was muffled. "Stick out your tongue, relax your lower jaw. If I leave it to you, we’d be here all day."
While he uttered these orders, he didn’t pull away. His thick member was right in her mouth. Rose swallowed, tasting something weird, but there was no time to think about it. She quickly did as he asked. She felt her tongue slide under his cock, and it felt like her mouth opened up wider.
Rose saw it coming, but it didn’t prepare her for the horror. The prince shoved himself deeper into her mouth, slamming against the back of her throat. He pulled out and repeated this. Rose couldn’t breathe, and his grip on her hair prevented her from pulling away.
She felt saliva pool in her mouth, and she had to fight the urge not to throw up. However, this only seemed to make his pull-and-push movements easier. The prince was relentless. She felt him slide down her throat, and Rose could feel her breakfast sliding up her throat.
She dug her nails into her thighs, feeling her nails dig through the cloth. Rose scratched, anything to distract her from the feeling in her throat. She had only one job: to be a hole the prince could pummel into, and she would do her job right. Tears poured out of her eyes, and she could feel her vision blur. She wasn’t getting any air, but she couldn’t pass out—not until he emptied his loins, not until she was sure her father wouldn’t be killed. But Rose didn’t know how long she would last.
Suddenly, the prince pushed deeper, burying himself all the way to the hilt. Rose’s bloodshot eyes widened. He grunted, and she felt his cock pulsate in her throat, followed by a burst of warm liquid pouring down her throat. Rose instinctively tried to pull away, but the prince had her locked in place.
"Ah," he groaned. "Don’t even think about letting a drop out," he said and let go of Rose’s hair.