Chapter Fifteen
Three days later...
For the second time in my life, I am to be publicly fucked.
This time, Mattias will take me. The man who once cared for me tenderly, unable to do more than stroke me to pleasure, is going to push himself inside me and claim me as I should be claimed.
There is a crew on hand, three men with cameras ready to catch every intimate angle of the proceedings. Throughout the city, I am told men are celebrating, waiting to see my defilement.
“Are you ready, Trissa?”
“No,” I whimper.
There is no way out of this, and I know I deserve it. I braved danger and I brought others into it. There was no way to know Mattias had seized power; in all likelihood, my mad dash for power should have ended badly.
“You are,” he says, taking my chin between his thumb and his forefinger. “You need this. I need this. The city needs this.”
He disrobes, bares the body he never showed me before, and I see him in his full glory. He is muscled to perfection, his abdomen a series of washboard abdominals, his thighs powerful and long, and his cock a thick rigid rod at the apex of them. He is already erect, his expression lustful.
Mattias has shown me the most kindness and gentleness of all the men I have known, but he is also the one who makes me tremble. There is a capacity in him that few men have, the ability to survive as a neutered slave and yet emerge a virile king.
He kisses me and I melt into it.
“You look... very good,” I stammer, my words not matching my sentiment in the slightest.
“So do you,” he says, his large hands slipping over my body, stripping the slivers of clothing from my frame. There will be no modesty now, no secrets, not from him, and not from the tens of thousands of men watching his feed, which I have heard whispers of being exported to other cities in the country.
I lose myself in his caresses, feeling his tenderness and his care. I have missed him, some core part of me knowing that his loss was perhaps the greatest of them all. Mattias looked after me even when there was nothing in it for him. He could have been cruel. He could have been negligent. He could have taken his pain out on me. Instead he guided me as best he could, and in my absence he made a safe home to come to.
I owe this man my life. I owe this man my future.
“You are my princess,” he says, stroking my cheek, his voice soft, but clearly audible even over the roaring of the gathered crowd. “You are Daddy’s girl. I am going to look after you. I am going to guard you. I am going to do my best to curb those wild instincts of yours.”
“The ones that got us all here?”
“Yes. You are a beautiful little agent of chaos, but all chaos needs to be tamed eventually.”
My mercenaries are watching. Their eyes are hungry and lit with desire for justice. We have been here before. Last time, Tore was with us. And the others.
It is strange, but I almost feel as though they are with us again. There is something in the moment, in the erotic trepidation, in the lust-baying of the crowd. We did this. Not just those of us who are still alive, standing here, but those who passed in the effort. This is their act of triumph, as much as it is ours.
There are happy tears in my eyes as Mattias takes me in his arms and kisses me. Nude before the city, displayed to all who wish to see, we show our passion and our love. The king about to take the princess in a way no princess has ever been taken on broadcast before.
He bends me forward, over the balcony and again I dangle toward the crowd, taking in the great view as strong hands hold me securely, part my legs and I feel the thick head of his cock find the seam of my lips.
Mattias holds himself there, and for a long moment, I feel as though we both must be thinking the same thing. How we met, he a slave, me a prisoner. How I drank the bathwater and refused all trappings of civilization. How he persisted with me, punished me, taught me, and loved me enough in the end to let me go.
I draw in a sobbing breath as my lower lips slowly spread around the head of his cock. He is thick and rampant, claiming me slowly for all to see. He fills me. Slowly. Completely. He spreads me open and he makes me stretch for him.
This is supposed to be punishment, but it is pure joy.
As I writhe around his cock, the cameras pan over my nude body, come in for a close-up on my naked cunt wrapped around Mattias’ huge dick. This time, there is more to see than before. This time, my belly is noticeably swelling in a way it was not the first. The crowds can see my fertility on display, and a great cheer goes up as they realize I was impregnated before their very eyes.
“They love you,” Mattias purrs as he pushes that big thick cock up inside my wet pussy. “And so do we, and that is why you are going to be fucked weekly, right here, where all can see this sweet belly grow, and this wet little cunt be used the way it should be.”
I blush at his words, and moan at his touch. We are sharing our desire and our love with the world. He makes love like a master, stoking my fire slowly, making me crave him more and more. The cameras catch my every begging motion, the rolling of my hips, the way my lips stretch and grip that hard cock.
Wriggling in his grasp, I have him turn me around so I can see him, look into his eyes as he takes me. I am connected to all my mercenaries, but Mattias is my king, and he takes me like one, his every motion made with perfection, his hips driving in to push his cock deep, then sliding out to the very tip so I and the citizenry alike can see my pussy spread anew time and time again.