Cassandra felt him accelerate, his cock rubbing faster inside her, stirring her up. She wasn’t even trying to hold her voice back anymore. She was flooded with too many sensations to concern herself with that.
“A...Aaah! Hm…Hm, hm...”
Her cries melded with Kairen’s groans. It was painful, but it was good too. And she could tell he was not stopping anyway. The War God was on her, inside her, unleashing himself and moving wildly. Cassandra’s moans grew louder as he went faster, holding her under him, his cock pounding...
With a final thrust, he stopped deep inside her, groaning hard. Something warm filled her insides and she moaned again, the sensation driving her crazy.
She trembled as she slowly regained her senses. She felt his lips press against hers and answered the kiss without thinking, too tired to consider anything else.
When she woke up the next morning, Cassandra’s whole body felt completely sore. Blushing at the memory of the intense sex with her master, she pulled the bedsheet over her naked body.
But, looking around, she realized that she was alone in the large bedroom. Did her master leave early? She got up, keeping the bed sheet around her. The Prince had torn her only dress, so she felt a bit helpless, naked, and alone in the Prince’s room, with no clue what to do. She didn’t even know how late in the day it was.
Suddenly, there was a little knock at the door. As a servant entered, Cassandra recognized the young woman as one of Princess Shareen’s, the one who had advised her the previous day.
She was carrying a little parcel which she promptly unwrapped before Cassandra.
“Good Morning. His Highness requested a new dress for you.”
“Oh, thank you,” said Cassandra.
It was a new, dark red one this time. Cassandra frowned upon seeing the color. Didn’t servants in the Palace commonly wear green?
“That color…”
“It is the color worn by low-ranking concubines. You’ll be wearing this from now on”
Cassandra blushed. So they would all now be aware that she had slept with the Third Prince! It seemed unreal that this information was already known as soon as the very next morning. Were they seen? Or was it because she had slept in the Prince’s bedroom all night?
“But this…”
She raised a hand to the slavery collar still hanging around her neck. Could a slave really be a concubine? She didn’t think it was possible! The young servant girl gently smiled at her and shook her head.
“Do not worry, it’s not like there hasn’t been any precedents set for Princes and Emperors taking slaves as concubines. Your life will most likely get a bit easier if you wear this, even if you are still a slave. But you cannot be treated the same as high-ranking concubines or taken as the official wife.”
Cassandra nodded. Even to be taken as a low-ranking concubine was too much for her, she couldn’t imagine anything more! She looked at the dress again, wondering if her master had known this would happen.
“What is your name?” she asked the young servant.
“Dahlia.”
“Thank you for the dress, Dahlia…”
The young woman bowed with a smile and swiftly left the room, leaving Cassandra feeling odd. It was the first time someone had ever bowed to her.
Still a bit hesitant about what to do next, she started by washing herself at the little water basin. She thought of last night again, making her blush once more. The Prince had been so… fierce! She hadn’t expected that having sex required so much stamina. She had some mild bruising on her arms where he had held her a bit too tightly. Thankfully her wrist wasn’t as painful as before, so she didn’t have any trouble putting the dress on - the deep red dress… Cassandra didn’t know much about the Imperial Palace’s protocols, but she recalled seeing the concubines in various shades of red and pink. Was pink the color reserved for the high-ranked concubines then?
The Prince suddenly came back into the room, his eyes immediately finding her.
“You’re up.”
“Yes, Your Highness…”
He looked over and Cassandra followed his gaze to a little table, where she hadn’t noticed a large tray of food. There were fruits, meats, cheeses and wine. The Prince frowned,
“Why haven’t you eaten?”
“I hadn’t noticed…”
