Chapter 183: Queen’s new role
The warmth of Allen’s release still clung to her thighs like a brand, sticky and heavy. Soreya knelt in silence, her breath shallow, eyes unfocused, mind hazy. She could feel it dripping from her—the proof of her submission. Of her defeat. Her crown was long gone. Her voice no longer held weight. Her dignity had been peeled away in layers, each thrust, each order, each humiliation stripping her raw. And now, even her silence wasn’t hers anymore. It was a silence granted by Allen.
Fina was already crouched beside her, a cloth in hand, but she wasn’t cleaning her out of kindness. No, each drag of the cloth was slow, deliberate, just enough to smear the mess down Soreya’s thighs rather than wipe it away. She smeared Allen’s cum down her skin like war paint, letting it cake against her flushed skin, rubbing in little circles at times just to watch the queen flinch and shiver.
"Still sensitive?" Fina whispered sweetly, voice like honey laced with venom. "That’s cute."
Soreya whimpered, her knees shifting slightly, but the collar tugged at her throat the moment she moved, keeping her bowed low. Her wrists were already being re-bound—this time behind her back again, elbows pulled closer together than before. Rinni tightened the rope with a soft snkk, enjoying the way Soreya’s shoulders rolled in discomfort, pushing her breasts out further.
"Back straight," Rinni said, voice bored but sharp.
Soreya obeyed instantly.
Allen didn’t look back at them. He was standing before the great council doors now, speaking with Kael about logistics—boring, strategic talk about morning audiences and noble arrangements. The contrast was maddening. The casual way he could flip between brutal dominance and cold command made it clear: he wasn’t pretending. This wasn’t play. It never had been. To him, she wasn’t a conquest—she was inventory.
An owned asset.
Fina tied a final knot at Soreya’s collar, securing a long, silver leash to the loop. She gave it a little tug, and Soreya followed the motion with her whole body, crawling forward without needing to be told. Her knees kissed the cold stone floor, leaving trails of warmth and wetness as she moved.
Rinni fetched a tray.
On it, freshly inked wooden tags, each carved with elegant script. Shameful words burned into the grain. Fina picked one up, examined it, and chuckled.
"’Used for breeding, not ruling.’ This one’s yours," she said, hanging it around Soreya’s neck like a pendant.