Klia tried to stop her trembling as the hovercraft pulled up to the intimidating iron gates, but her hands betrayed her. \u00a0She stuffed them between her legs and tried not to hear Azha’s whimpering. \u00a0The gates opened and the hovercraft slipped inside, picking up speed to avoid being crushed as the metal formation clanged closed.<\/p>\n
The baying of the harrihounds was deafening as the slave girls were ushered out of the hovercraft and up the stairs to the main door. \u00a0Klia stifled her disgust at the blotches on Azha’s pale red skin and hugged her close. \u00a0"Hush, little one. \u00a0You’ll be – “ \u00a0Her voice wavered as she looked over Azha’s matted hair to see Lord Wendell’s beady human eyes boring into her. \u00a0"Fine,” she finished, with a trembling of her own.<\/p>\n
A servant emerged from the home: a slender ranyed like them, his skin the traditional deep blue of males. \u00a0He nodded to Klia and extended his hand to Azha. \u00a0"You, with me, please.“ \u00a0His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking that he was giving her a command.<\/p>\n
Lord Wendell cleared his throat. \u00a0"Excuse me, I believe – ”<\/p>\n
“This girl,” said the servant, in the same soft tone, “is for the hounds. \u00a0Orders of His Majesty.”<\/p>\n
Azha cried out. \u00a0Even Lord Wendell looked away. \u00a0"Ah. \u00a0That explains the request. \u00a0Carry on.“<\/p>\n
Klia could not watch as the sickly girl stumbled against the servant through a side door. \u00a0The harrihounds’ baying grew louder and more frantic. \u00a0As Lord Wendell hurried to pull the last of the tributes out of the vehicle, one of the harrihounds’ voices rose to a crescendo above the rest. \u00a0Klia flinched and tried to stand straighter.<\/p>\n
The servant returned, his expression unchanged. \u00a0He opened the door and let them into the main hall of King Thancmar. \u00a0Klia’s feet made no noise on the soft carpet stretched before them to the throne at the end of the long chamber.<\/p>\n
They arrived and fell to their knees. \u00a0Klia did not raise her head until she heard the grunt of Lord Wendell getting to his feet, and then she dared look up.<\/p>\n
King Thancmar oozed over the sides of his chair. \u00a0One hand, like a string of sausages, rested on the head of the largest harrihound she had ever seen. \u00a0His thick mane was groomed to a sheen, and when he curled his lips to show its teeth, they glittered with gold.<\/p>\n
"Ahhh, what a jewel you have brought me, Wendell,” Thancmar said, the words sliding out of him like thickening blood. \u00a0"Your taste in visiting gifts is impeccable. \u00a0Bring her here.“<\/p>\n
Wendell gave Klia an almost apologetic look and took her elbow, walking half the distance to the throne with her before bowing and backing away. \u00a0Klia willed her body to remain rigid as the king sized her up.<\/p>\n
"Mmm, so delicate, so supple, so ready for me and mine.” \u00a0And King Thancmar heaved himself out of his throne, towering above Klia so that her head came barely to his waist. \u00a0Her throat bobbed as she realized why he had designed his throne this way. \u00a0Out from beneath his robes peeked an uncut, hairy cock, like a curious, hideous worm. \u00a0She shuddered; he saw, and it widened his smile.<\/p>\n
“First me, then the hound,” he said, patting the harrihound between the massive ears. \u00a0The animal gave a soft snarl. \u00a0Its gaze never left Klia. \u00a0She imagined how it would feel, bent on the floor as a show and a toy, and trembled, because she would not have to imagine for long.<\/p>\n
“Come here, girl,” Thancmar said, and she stumbled forward to ram his foul-tasting cock down her throat. \u00a0She pumped until, as she gagged, he came in her mouth, his whole body convulsing and an inhuman noise growing in his gut.<\/p>\n
Klia dared not look at Lord Wendell as the servant appeared once more and disrobed her. \u00a0"I’m sorry, sister,“ he whispered to her as he removed her robe with surprising gentleness. \u00a0Klia closed her eyes as he pushed her to her knees and arranged her limbs. \u00a0She could hear the harrihound breathing hard, the soft whines of arousal in his throat.<\/p>\n
She thought of making love to Imper, their bodies a mass of lithe limbs and sweet affection. \u00a0She locked her mind on that image and waited.<\/p>\n
The harrihound descended like a storm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Klia tried to stop her trembling as the hovercraft pulled up to the intimidating iron gates, but her hands betrayed her. \u00a0She stuffed them between her legs and tried not to hear Azha’s whimpering. \u00a0The gates opened and the hovercraft slipped inside, picking up speed to avoid being crushed as the metal formation clanged closed. … <\/p>\n