Chapter 2 : ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT

LUCA

Why that thought came to my head, I didn't know. But there have been rumors that Lord Kael slept with men the same way he slept witb women as well.

And I wasn't sure I wanted to be spread out on his bed one night, and having my brains fucked out by him.

"Enough with the foreplay!" Elias ordered. "Do you both want to lose your heads?"

The girl came up crying and begging. "We are sorry, my lord." Then she bent over quickly, giving me the cue. And I had no other option but to penetrate her.

It was quickly in because my cock was already wet with her saliva. The girl cried out but bit her lip to stifle more of her cries. But I knew I had to go on or it would be my own head that'd come off.

I began to thrust in and out.

Elias Thorne sighed in content, then said, "Yes, yes. Keep going. Harder."

I went harder.

"Harder," he pressurized.

Honestly, I was doing my best. The girl didn't look like she was enjoying it and I wondered if it was her first time. Her fingers dug into her knees and I saw blood.

I raised my head towards the door. Sometime, music had already begun playing in the room. The door was at a corner, probably hidden so one would have to walk some paces in before one could see the bed.

And that was the problem. The door opened on its own and someone in a hooded cloak walked in. I saw the gun coming out of his waistband and I knew exactly where it was going to be directed at.

There was no sane reason for what I did next. It was better to have let the assassin do his job since we were already forced to have sex against our will. And the slave girl was getting her vagina torn by my hard thrusts.

I pulled out and jumped right in front of the gun. The bullet which was meant for Lord Kael went inside my shoulder instead. It was clear that the assassin only had one bullet because even after seeing his mistake, he didn't wait to finish the job but fled.

Pain shot through my arm and my cock died down instantly. The slave girl was screaming, though I wondered if it was because of the blood she saw on me or the one running down her legs.

Guards rushed in and I was lifted up and taken out. My expectations was that I was going to be put in the yard, maybe patched up roughly and left to heal or not. Because I wasn't sure if Lord Kael would waste his time on an injured slave when there were a lot of others waiting.

That was the last thought I had before my brain went blank.

*

When I woke up later, my arm was in a sling and it hurt like hell. Maren and someone who looked like a doctor were standing over me.

Maren didn't look happy to see me.

"Can you give us a minute, doctor?" he asked.

Soon we were excused.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, Luca. What the hell were you thinking?"

I shook my head and replied, "I wasn't thinking straight."

"Some slave girl's pussy gave you ideas on becoming a hero? Is that your weakness?"

"I.. I don't know, master Maren."

"Well, you were supposed to fuck my wife tonight, after the show with the visitor. Now look at you. What would I tell her?"

Have sex with his wife? What was that even supposed to mean? I wanted to ask why but it was not my place.

"Do you want to know why?" he asked.

"Yes, master Maren. I do."

"I let her take a peek at you while you were bathing. And it seemed she loved the size of you and wanted you for the rest of the night. Do you know how hard it would be to find a suitable replacement?"

I had never meet Maren's wife before and I didn't even know he had one until then.

And I didn't think it was that hard. Just assemble all the male slaves and have them strip down. Then she could pick a bigger cock than mine, or similar.

"Sorry, master Maren," was all I could say.

Maren said nothing but left the room. The doctor came back in and gave me something to dull the pain then he left me alone. It was very effective.

I was almost falling asleep when the door opened again and a woman walked in. She came to sit on my bed and placed a hand on my good arm.

"I'm sure Maren must have told you about me?" she asked.

So this was his wife. "You're his wife?"

"I am. And it is time to do your duty." She got to her feet and pulled the robe over her body, revealing her nakedness. I had seen enough for one night.

"I am injured," I complained.

"That? But I don't need your arm to fuck me. Just your cock," she said, unconcerned. "Now get up!"

I did and she got on the bed and waited. This wasn't what I wanted but I had no choice since I was just a slave. I got on the bed with her and my dropped kisses on her neck. Trailed it down to her breasts then took a nipple in my mouth, and sucked.

She seemed to like that because she moved and moaned. Then I used a finger from my good hand to play with her other nipple. This was the foreplay I could come up with. And I continued until I was able to make her release.

She smiled up at me and said, "I knew you would be good. Now fuck me until I beg."

The dull ache in my left arm was enough to make me last longer than I even would. I couldn't feel anything but Maren's wife moaned like a whore through all the next five times she released.

On the sixth go, the pain returned afresh and I finally passed out.