Her chest tightened. “Yes.”
Obviously. What else did he want her to say? He was drawing her into a complaint against Zander, she supposed. She’d have to watch out for him.
He led her down the colorful hallway. Expensive rugs caressed her bare feet. “What’s it like being the prince’s sex slave?”
Two disparate things happened. One, her pussy moistened and clenched at hearing herself called Zander’s sex slave. Two, her fingers curled into a fist because she wanted to punch the sleazy Zandian guard.
She chose not to answer.
“That bad, huh? I figured when I saw your bare ass shredded yesterday. He’s a harsh master. Where’d you come from?”
Was this considered polite conversation? She didn’t care for the guard or his questions.
She paused to show she wasn’t interested in the conversation, but not long enough to imply she had completely snubbed him. “I worked on an agrifarm.” She didn’t know if Zander’s guards were allowed to beat her, too, but she didn’t want to take the chance. Thankfully, they’d arrived at the kitchen.
The chef, Barr, laid out three dishes of food on the counter.
“Good morning, Master Barr,” she said brightly. If she was going to be staying here, it was time she started cultivating some friends. Especially the ones who fed her.
Gunt, her guard, scowled.
Barr’s skin turned more violet, and his horns twisted. His eyes traveled down to her breasts, even though she wore clothing today. “Lovely sweater, my lady, er, Lamira.”
“Thank you.” Her stomach rumbled. “Is this food for me?”
“Yes, my l—” He stopped himself short. “Yes. Either a citrus-flavored breakfast pudding, shredded leg of maca, or—”
“The pudding sounds amazing.” She didn’t think her stomach could handle the meat plates first thing in the morning.
; Barr pushed the bowl to her.
She picked up the gleaming spoon, which must be made of some precious metal because it felt smooth and heavy in her hand. She took a bite.
And nearly convulsed with pleasure. Her eyes might have rolled back in her head.
“Mmm,” she rumbled, swirling the creamy, rich treat around in her mouth. “This is incredible, Master Barr.”
“Just Barr. We’re equals, remember?” His eyes crinkled and he bobbed his head.
“Thank you, this is so delicious.” She took another bite and once more rolled her eyes heavenward as she turned it around in her mouth.
“I could send the food to the prince’s chambers for you next time. If you wish.”
She flashed him a smile. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you. It’s nice for me to get out, though. And I have a feeling Prince Zander was happy to be rid of me for a short time, as well.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” Barr said.
Gunt’s upper lip curled.
“No, I think he’s a busy being, and my presence has disrupted his routine. He gets annoyed with me.”
Barr reached out as if to pat her hand then withdrew his to his side. “I’m sure you’ll settle in soon. We are all happy he has chosen...er, to breed.” Barr’s skin turned a pinky-purple.
She suspected he was right about her settling in soon and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Part of her wanted to keep rebelling, to fight her new role here, to reject this “sex slave/breeder” identity. But her body had accepted it from the moment he took her virginity. Her spirit may be softening to it, too. Here she was, making friends in the kitchen. She would learn her way around the pod. Things were beautiful here. The food was worth killing for. And Zander…
Her pussy clenched again at the memory of her huge, muscle-bound master, his thick cock stretching her wide while he pounded into her. She might get used to that. Her tummy fluttered. She might learn to please him and avoid his punishments.