Chapter 8 Debased worth as one of his dolls

Zephyra

"That...what do you mean, your majesty?"

Malachi's question hung heavy in the air, a silken thread of menace woven with terrifying intimacy. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat.

I couldn't answer. Everything about me is a mess under his gaze-my eyes, wide with raw terror, were locked with his, unable to tear away; my body trembled, not from cold, but from the overwhelming presence of the Alpha male before me; my uniform, already flimsy, felt like it would simply shred under the force of his will.

Malachi's thumb, still tracing the mark on my nape, finally paused.

"Fear," he rumbled, his voice a low, assessing hum. "An adequate response, little maid, but not a useful one." He dropped my wrist, the sudden release making me sway.

"Do you know what you should be feeling right now, hm?"

I gulped, shaking my head no.

Smirking, he caressed my cheek like a fragile gem, contrasting the dangerous glow of his ruby eyes. "It should be the pull of obedience towards your new king." After staring at my orangish orbs for a few moments, he finally pulled away.

He then turned and walked a few paces towards the great stone throne. "Bring me Carina. Now!" he barked, his voice echoing through the chamber.

Her? Why?

Footsteps hurried, and moments later, Carina was roughly pushed into the Throne Room by two burly guards. She was still dressed in her scarlet uniform, even more daring than mine.

Her face, usually a mask of sneering contempt, was now a mix of confusion and indignation. She spotted me, kneeling amidst the blo*dstains, and a flicker of smugness crossed her features, as if my current predicament amused her.

"Your Majesty," Carina said, dropping into a quick, practiced curtsy, though her eyes darted nervously between me and Malachi.

"Come here," Malachi said, his voice deceptively calm, devoid of any warmth. He gestured towards me with an open hand, a gesture of absolute command. "Show our newest maid your loyalty to me."

Carina's eyes widened, then narrowed in confusion, flicking to me. As if she finally understood what he meant, she swayed her hips towards him. "Yes, your majesty."

Malachi's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes glinting with a sinister intent. I felt my heart racing in my chest as he wrapped his hand around Carina's waist and pulled her close.

Carina's body seemed to melt into his touch, her limbs relaxing as if she'd been molded to fit him like a puppet on strings. "You see how it works, little maid?" Malachi spoke to me as he leaned against Carina's ear. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

"Do not tear your gaze away from us. This is your future with me now." He ordered as his hand went to grope her as*, the other holding onto her nape. "I'll teach you just how low you've fallen, future Luna of the Moonstone Pack."

With me frozen in my place, my mouth remained ajar as I watched Carina's face contorted in silent screams as Malachi ravaged her mouth with his tongue.

The sound of their lips meeting sent a wave of nausea crashing over me. It was like watching two animals mating-brutal and devoid of any humanity.

Malachi's hands roamed over Carina's body like property being claimed. "Your majesty," She trembled beneath his touch, her eyes rolling back in her head as if she'd lost all sense of self.

As I watched, my mind reeling with the implications, Malachi's fingers danced across Carina's skin like a conductor leading an orchestra. Her body responded to his every command, arching into his touch as if begging for more.

"Thank you, your majesty. Please give me more."

"I'm sorry for being a greedy little sl*t, please use me more, your majesty."

Nothing but filthy praises and pleas escaped Carina's mouth as Malachi continuously roamed his hands all over her, her skimpy uniform gradually torn apart as he bared her body to her little by little, making my skin crawl in disgust of his shameless arousal, but also with the lingering biological response of being affected by this sight and their mingling scents.

"I-I shouldn't-"

My frail attempt of avoiding to succumb further was broken when Carina moaned loudly at the feeling of two thick digits breaching her p*ssy, f*ngering her with no care for her comfort, just pushing her more and more to the edge till her knees weakened.

I felt my own body responding to the scene before me –my n*pples hardening beneath my clothes, my core clenching in a mixture of fear and arousal.

I HATE THIS. It was like being trapped in some twisted nightmare from which I couldn't awaken, forcing me to feel things I shouldn't.

"Look at you, little maid. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind refuses to bow down just yet." He chuckled as he pulled away from her, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before sitting down on the throne, legs spread wide as he beckoned Carina over with his two fingers coated with Carina's juices.

"Suck me off like a good girl, will you?" he asked in fake sympathy, his hand wrapped like a menacing collar on her neck as he guided her to his clothed c*ck, the other forced its way to her mouth to make her clean off her essence from his digits.

"I believe that's the sight our little new maid wants to see."

Gulping, I stepped back, hiding my stiff n*pples from his gaze with my arms.

"I don't want to, your majesty." I spoke, my voice shaking as I tried to remain firm, the mixed scent of the uncleaned bl*od and s*x is making my head dizzy, eyes glossy with tears, and voice trapped in my clogged throat.

"You don't?" he chuckled, pushing Carina down his thick shaft, earning her muffled whimper and trembling body as she kneeled-she can't breathe well with his c*ck lodged her ab*sed throat!

"Your majesty!" I managed to croak out.

"What? It's her punishment." He grinned, pushing her deeper, causing her choked sobs and shakes to intensify as he forced his length deeper in her tight space. "I gave her the leniency because she's doing a good job at keeping your eyes on us. But you said you won't watch her suck me off. Doesn't that mean she's failed my order?"

"N-no, I didn't-!"

When he pulled Carina by her hair, I gasped as she desperately breathed. "Isn't that right? You're happy to be disciplined, aren't you?" he asked even when she's already full of tears.

"Y-yes, your majesty," she spoke between sobs. "I should've...I should've done better so...so she won't stop watching."

"Good girl. You know I should punish you more, right?"

When I heard that, my eyes widened and before I knew it, I came running to them, kneeling in front of them. "P-please don't, your majesty." I bowed, my forehead touching the floor.

"I'm sorry. I will watch it, your majesty." I breathlessly spoke. "I understand my place now. I-I am just an obedient little maid you can use w-whenever you want...a-and I shouldn't be ruled by f-fear, b-but with the p-pull of obedience towards you, my king."

"Please don't punish her anymore." I ended, tears quietly streaming as I admitted my place in Inferno-one of his lifeless dolls.