Grey-blue eyes blinked innocently. The princess tucked a lock of her ash blonde hair behind her ear. Alana Craven sat on a pillow at her father’s feet, watching the men before them. Y/C was to be her husband. Alana had never heard a kind word spoken about him. The leather, fur, and metal he wore was a stark contrast to her soft, nearly see through dress and bare feet.
Y/C and his men knelt before the king. After a moment, Herrick Craven commanded Y/C to rise. “My daughter is yours to do what you wish, as long as I get the money and land I seek.” The king rested a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. He smiled knowingly as he undid the clasp holding up the halter of Alana’s dress. The fabric fell to her waist, revealing soft, pale skin and perfect breasts. Alana’s face grew red and she diverted her eyes.
Her father’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb methodically rubbing her nipple. “So beautiful,” he sighed, smiling unkindly. “She has her mother’s body. Stand, child.” Alana stood, her dress falling to her ankles. As instructed, she wore nothing under her gown. Her pussy was completely bare and beautifully pink.
Alana’s eyes quickly darted to Y/C’s. She felt sick as she watched him eye-fuck her. He smiled at her the way her father did, like she was property that he owned. It was the knowledge that Y/C could do whatever he wanted with Alana and no one would stop him.
A hand between her legs snapped Alana out of her thoughts. Her father’s fingertip ran along her folds, separating them. She whimpered and involuntarily let out a moan. Y/C’s men whistled at Alana and laughed amongst themselves.
The king waved a hand and a guard approached Alana. Hooking a collar around her neck, he led her to a special table. Bending her over, the guard hooked the collar to the table. Alana clawed at his hands until he cuffed them to the table as well. A few seconds later, he forced her legs apart and cuffed them to the legs of the table.
There she stood, bent over, legs spread, chained to a table as the men whistled and laughed. “A present, my lord,” the king laughed, motioning for Y/C to proceed.
