The Evil Rikara FF

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After what seemed less than twenty minutes, Gauri was in the castle. Dandi walked into the throne room, leaving her alone at the door. She was able to hear him announcing who he was and that his village has a humble gift for the king, a tradition upon every important event that occurred in the kingdom: a maid presented to the castle.

Gauri didn't hear anything being said as a response, but seconds later, Dandi was at the door ushering her inside while reminding her to be at her best in front of the king.

When inside, she stole a glance at the king before she was forced, by Dandi's hand, to kneel in the king's presence. She could tell just by that simple glimpse that he was cruelly handsome and had his way with any woman he desired.

The man on the throne snapped his fingers and a smallish man walked into the room and sat at the feet of the king.

"Dandi , a loyal citizen from the Abbey fountain village, is here to present a gift from the village as a celebration with the coronation of your highness," announced the small man.

Gauri heard a deep manly voice saying," Raise your head, girl, so I can see what kind of a repayment your village shall have for their loyalty and generosity."

Gauri raised her head, but still had her eyes fixed on the ground, too afraid to look, missing the look of lust that shone in Omkara's eyes as he glared at the breath taking beauty standing in front of him.

"What a nice gift, indeed... As a reward, your village won't pay any fees for a year," offered Omkara.

Dandi, apparently taken back by the king's generosity over a mere working maid, had his breath catch in his throat. "My king," Dandi rasped out, and bowed down.

"You may leave now," added the king, dismissing the man, Dandi.

Dandi bowed down again and left a shaking Gauri behind him. She wanted to follow Dandi at first, but remembered that now she belongs here.

Gauri was feeling uneasy. Something was wrong again and her instincts were never mistaken.

"Come over here, slave," said the king with his deep voice.

Gauri walked until she was directly under the throne, head still low.

"Why so much generosity, my king, over a maid?" inquired Ajay, who was now the king's army general and friend. He sat on one of the chairs under the throne.

"A beauty like her is worthy of the money. Plus she will service alright, but not in cleaning and cooking..." A dreadful silence lingered in the throne room making Gauri feel very uncomfortable and uneasy about the whole situation.

"What do you mean?" asked Ajay curiously.

"She will be servicing my bed and needs," declared Omkarain a matter-of-factly manner.

Gauri's head snapped high looking directly at the king in her shock. She didn't notice Omkara's dark grey/blue eyes focusing on her reaction. Unfazed by his manly handsomeness, Gauri blurted forgetting all the required manners, "My king." Her sound was like a soft whisper making Omkara's groin swallow in his pants. "I'm only a working maid not a concubine."

Omkarahad to adjust his sitting position so he could hide the forming tent in his trousers.

"You are what I choose you to be and, my beautiful slave, I wish to bed you as soon as possible. Do you have anything you wish to say to your king and lord? If you wish to refuse my demand, please do tell, slave." Omkaraknew she wouldn't be stupid enough to talk back, but he wished she would so he could have a reason to lay his hands on her right then without caring for the guards and his friend, Ajay's, presence, but she didn't.