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"My lady?" you call out, voice soft with concern.
"Yes?" Ambessa calls back from where she sits at the edge of her large, ornate four-poster bed.
Stepping up beside her, you watch her expression as she turns the sword in her hands over several times, inspecting it- for what you aren’t exactly sure, but you have other pressing thoughts on your mind. With one hand resting beneath the other across your front, you wring them together in concern. "Have you seen Cecil?" you ask.
Ambessa's eyes flick to yours briefly, then quickly back to her sword.
You swear for a moment that you saw some sort of realization in her gaze, but it’s gone so fast you can’t be certain you hadn’t just imagined it.
"Who?" she asks, her tone indifferent, uninterested.
"Cecil. The young servant boy you hired about a month ago. He was supposed to bring me back a dress he offered to take to get cleaned and repaired. That was quite early this morning though. It's nearly nightfall and he hasn't returned."
"My dear girl, I have many servants,” she replies with a shake of her head. “You can't possibly expect me to keep tabs on all of them.” After wiping off a small smear of blood from the tip of her blade, she side-eyes you, taking in your furrowed brows. She slips her sword into its sheath on the bed beside her before turning her full attention to you, dark red lips curling into a smile. Placing a warm hand gently on your arm, she speaks softly, “Don’t fret. We'll simply buy you a new dress."
“I’m just worried about Ce-” Your words come to a halt as Ambessa rises to her feet before you and takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently forcing you to look up at her. Your mouth hangs open, lips slightly parted mid-sentence as she runs her thumb across the plush of your bottom lip.
It seems Ambessa is about to speak, but she too is interrupted- by the sudden appearance of one of her maids.
“My liege, forgive the intrusion, but we’ve found one of the servants, a young man, lying face down in the courtyard.”
Ambessa turns toward the doorway where the maid stands, but you only do so as well once she releases your chin. And your worry returns full force when you spot the maid’s own distress. She looks absolutely shaken to the core.
Oh no! Cecil?!
“And why is this of my concern?” Ambessa asks coldly.
You turn to glance up at her stony expression in confusion. She couldn’t possibly be oblivious as to why he is in that position, could she?
“My liege, he- he’s dead. He was- he was-” The maid’s voice starts to tremble and your stomach sinks.
“He was what, girl? Do you expect me to guess?” Ambessa snaps impatiently.
“He was decapitated!” the maid finally chokes out.
Your eyes go wide, hands flying up to cover your mouth and muffle the gasp threatening to escape. Ambessa however, much to your surprise, is completely unphased, or at most mildly inconvenienced by the news.
“Well, then why are you here? Get one of the guards to clean it up!” she snaps and waves her hand dismissively at the maid.
The poor maid, near tears, mumbles a quick apology, curtsies, then scurries off.
Your lady is known for being rather… callous at times, but she seems oddly apathetic over the fact that one of her servants was just brutally killed on the palace grounds. And as your eyes slowly drift up the muscular arm beside you, your gaze freezes when you spot something on her silver shoulder pad. Something dark red.
Blood?!
Your eyes dart over the rest of her uniform, and sure enough, there are small spatterings of blood over the black leather and red fabric that hug her front. You hadn’t noticed it from a distance due to the dark colors, but it's clear as day now.
“You know-” Ambessa begins slowly, her voice eerily calm and low- lower than usual even. “-I do seem to recall a Cecil now. The boy who seemed rather fond of you. Got rather-” She pauses to run the back of a large finger down over the curve of one of your breasts. “- touchy with you this morning.”
You tilt your head back, pleading eyes searching Ambessa’s frighteningly dark ones as realization starts to sink in. And the gravity of your situation weighs heavy in the pit of your stomach.
She- she killed him for…
She peers down at you, her lips curled into a soft smile, but you can see something beyond that feigned gentleness. You can see the ire burning behind her gray eyes. She’s not happy.
“My lady I did not know- I- I wouldn’t-”
“Yes, my foolish girl. You did not know. But he did . And I fear it could very well happen again. You are quite the catch, you know. I think perhaps there needs to be a reminder. Of who you belong to. What do you think?”
You gulp, throat bobbing as you struggle to swallow the lump that quickly forms.
You know your lady to be ruthless, unforgiving, and maybe even cruel to her enemies, but surely she wouldn’t punish you for something so- so frivolous, so meaningless.
Would she?
As you find yourself suddenly backed against the edge of her bed your confidence in the answer quickly wanes. And when the back of your knees hit the mattress, causing you to lose your balance and sit, she only drives that doubt further with how she cages you between two muscular arms. Her large body towers over yours, encasing you completely in her shadow. Suddenly you know what it feels like to be the tiniest mouse trapped beneath a terrifyingly large lioness.
Slowly, deliberately, she leans down to bring her mouth to your ear.
“We will show them that you are mine. Isn’t that right, my pet ?” she hums.
She may have posed it as a question, but you know full well it’s not a question.
It’s a promise.
You lie back on the expensive silk sheets of Ambessa's bed, completely oblivious as to how you've utterly soaked them with your sweat, tears, drool, and slick. Mind too lost in the myriad of sensations overtaking your body, you simply stare dumbly up at the gold and crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above you through half-lidded eyes. Two deliciously large fingers pump deep inside your dripping cunt, repeatedly dragging along that sweet spot, pulling desperate and pathetic mewl after mewl from your slack mouth.
You've lost track of just how many times your lady has brought you to that delicious peak, but you're certain that even if you'd told her you'd had enough, she would relentlessly continue until you either dried up or passed out. Unable to fathom a universe in which she couldn't keep you endlessly wet, you place your bets on the latter being the end to this sweet torture.
Your lids finally flutter shut when you feel the press of Ambessa’s soft lips against the top of one thigh while the other is grasped and held in place by a large, strong hand. The pace of her fingers pumping inside you never falters, even as she digs her nails possessively into your skin and her lips slowly ascend. It’s a struggle to focus on just one feeling when everything just feels so good .
Even amongst all the wonderful sensations, you know in the back of your mind that there is more to this than simply bringing you pleasure. She’s teaching a lesson. For you, it’s to prove that she is the only one who can please you like she can. That no one knows your body as she does. To your potential attempted wooers, it’s to leave her mark, label what is hers, and leave a warning. And as you feel her lips travel across your spasming stomach, over each breast, and finally along your exposed neck, you know all those lovely dark red lipstick stains she’s leaving behind are only just the beginning. What you don’t know is where exactly it will end.
When you feel her heated breath tickle your ear, her lips nearly touching the sensitive flesh, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and hold your breath. She’s about to speak, and you know better than to be too loud, but she isn’t making it easy on you. Not when her thumb is now rubbing circles around your swollen clit in rhythm with the fingers dragging along your walls.
“You are too soft. Your skin too perfect. Too untouched,” she purrs. “You look… unclaimed . We must fix that, mustn’t we, dear?”
You release your lip in hopes to answer her question, but all that slips past is an incoherent sob as she flicks the pad of her thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Hmm? What was that, dear?” she taunts lowly.
You don’t hear her though, your head buzzing as you feel another orgasm fast approaching.
“Answer me!” she growls, teeth nipping at your earlobe.
Your eyes fly open at the startling pain, a yelp pulling from your throat. “Yes, my lady!” you nearly scream.
“That’s right. That’s a good girl,” she purrs.
If that praise hadn’t been enough to push you over the edge, the euphoric feeling of her nails possessively raking up the side of your body, clear from your thigh to your neck, certainly would be. The broken moans that fall past your parted lips die into a breathless gasp as she wraps that large hand around your neck, pressing just hard enough to leave your vision as hazy as your mind. The pleasure that wracks your body is unlike any other. You tremble beneath her as you ride through wave after wave, nearly missing the sensations of her mouth descending your body, sucking and biting harshly, covering every inch of your sweat-slick skin with little reminders that you are taken. That you are hers.
As you lie on Ambessa's bed, right where she left you after finally taking mercy on your overstimulated and exhausted body, you struggle to remain conscious. You hear and see only bits and pieces, little snapshots that may or may not commit to memory. Your lady, the one you normally take care of, wiping down your sticky thighs, washing away the sweat that coats your now tender and marked flesh. Her touching each mark, pressing into them just hard enough to watch you flinch and sigh when she then gently caresses them. You catch only blurred glimpses of her face. Her beautiful dark skin decorated with pale scars. Her dark red lips pulled into a soft, satisfied smile while she admires her pet .
Just before you slip away into blissful sleep, you feel her warm body over yours and her mouth beside your ear.
"Count yourself lucky I found you innocent."