Possessing Andley Part 1

Chapter 5 continued

My lord, why do you hate him so much.? To have done all of this, it seems, only to spite him". I asked.
"I have decided I do not like your talking". He said curtly. "Now watch".
He reached forward, turning my chin back towards Sylvie. The servant was whispering in her ear. She smiled pleasantly. I could see her mouth form the words thank you. She then looked at Marston and me, smiling. She offered a small wave and began shaking her shoulders furiously. The feathers upon her chest fell to the floor. the dress had only been made to cover the outside of her breast so her nipples were exposed to cool air. Still smiling she raised a finger to her mouth and licked it playfully. She brought her wet finger to one breast and caressed her nipple, while new feathers shot out from her shoulders, cascading to her elbows. Some rose upwards giving her gown an appearance of dragons spikes along her shoulders. She gave the Prince a wink before going back to her pleasant chatter.
Annabelle looked to Marston rolling her eyes angrily. Sylvie seemed to sense that Annabelle felt sore about the scene and reached for her hand squeezing it. Annabelle looked back down at her plate and squeezed Sylvie's hand in return before releasing her and dropping it to her lap beneath the table. Marston watched this with mild interest.
"Why does Annabelle keep her human form, she is dressed so modestly?" I asked.
she was wearing a plain bronze gown with a collar that rose up her neck and covered her arms. Marston looked at me, the amusement flew from his face.
"I think I already told you, I don't like your talking. But just to keep things clear for you, you are my mate in title only. Lady Annabelle has my children. You think I would parade her like a whole for the rest of these pigs?"
"Why have you done this to her then?"
"Listen Andley, you will have a better time if you keep your mouth shut and just enjoy the cocking I give you. You are not to approach Annabelle or my children. I will be spending the majority of my free days with her and them in our quarters. Take your fuckings when I have a mind to give it and be greatful for it."
"What will happen when I become, with child?" I asked.
Assuming stupidly this was the intent of the whole horrific arrangement. The stinging in my face arrived so fast I hardly had time to realize he'd raised his hand at all. My face swung to the side and spit flew from my mouth. Raising a hand to my lip, I saw the spit was in fact blood. The room was momentarily startled into silence but the chatter quickly rose back to a roar once again.
"You will not be having children. If you become pregnant you will end it and shall I'll not hear any whining from you about it" he whispered. "your rank may protect you from serious harm from me. Your lucky or else you'd suffer worse than even Kandrah, the useless twat. But it will not save you from Annabelle. And I'll let her do what ever she wants if you even mention children of your own again."
I raised a hand to my swelling lip.
"Never been struck before have you?" He laughed.
I shook my head slowly, staring at him in bewilderment. I glanced to Sylvie. She was staring back, her eyebrows knitted into momentary worry. Next to her Annabelle was leaning forward with her elbow on the table, her chin rested on top of her hand, she had a slight, satisfied smirk upon her face.
At that moment the Queen's voice rang through the hall. All were silent once again as they took in the scene.
"I cannot tolerate another moment of this. How dare you, oh Mate of mine, allow this. Your own grandchildren's mother! Sitting there beside that gaggle of our Son's whores. Would you seat me there with your own rabble as well? Why they are even allowed In the great hall I have never understood!"
Maston leaned over to me and said,
"Mother has never approved of allowing my herem into the hall. But Annabelle is permissive, she almost insists. Mother never let Father's girls anywhere she could see them. Sometimes I wonder if they have not all simply died, forgotten in some abandoned wing of the castle. Father really gives her too much leeway.
He leaned back in his chair.
"But it's his kingdom, if he wants to be permissive with her it's up to him. Personally I would never tolerate such behavior. I admire him though, as far as I am aware he's never lost his temper with her. Even Annabell gets a swat if she's too mouthy. He finished sounding slightly bored.
The King rose gracefully and held his hand out for his mate.
"Darling come supper is finished. Let's turn in and let the youngsters have their fun". Said the King.
She crossed her arms and turned away.
The King held his hand out patiently. Slowly she turned back to him and reluctantly took his hand. He caressed it gently and led her out.
Marston watched them leave and snapped his fingers for a servant.
"inform Annabelle that the consummation will begin shortly. She may retire to join the children. Tell her I will join them in her quarters when I am done here.
"And the rest of your harem my lord?" He asked
"They will remain for the duration."
"Yes my lord".
"My lord?" I began.
"Don't bother." He said cruely. "I hope Rathon hears all about it."
"Have you done this to all of your mates?" I whispered.
"No". He said. "Just you".
He looked to me smiling wide, all of his sharp teeth exposed. At that moment Annabelle, her face like a stone mask, rose and left without a backward glance.