Chapter 7: Elara, the last Concubine

Elara arrived at Dorian’s bedroom door dressed in the standard Concubine dress, but she carried a small purse as well. The dress was sheer, allowing anyone to see her nude body with only the thinnest of fabrics blocking their view. It was also short, easily taken off and told everyone who saw her what her job was in the castle.

She slowly opened the bedroom door and slipped into the room. The windows were still open and the morning sunshine showed in the windows lighting up the bed and all of the furnishings sitting upright in their place. Dorian was asleep on his bed with Alina sleeping draped across his broad back. The soft fur was keeping her warm in the cool of the morning and his back was just right for sleeping on.

Elara took her dress off and draped it over a chair next to the purse she carried with her. It clinked quietly when she set it down. She moved to the bed and climbed on to it to wake her concubine sister up so that she could return to the residence of the concubines.

Elara had heard the girls talk about how much sex they had with the prince. How he had taken them in every hole they had until they both collapsed on the bed and slept the sleep of the dead. Elara wondered why this excited her. She didn’t know a man’s touch, she didn’t know the feeling of being stretched by a cock in her cunt, she didn’t know the powerful feeling of a man fucking her; she was wise of the world of healing but innocent in the ways of the bedroom.

“Alina, it’s time to wake up honey.” she said. Alina opened an eye, saw her sister concubine, but hesitated to leave. She seemed almost frightened to leave the prince’s bedroom or his side.

“I’ve got this. You can come back again or meet him in the hallway. It’s ok honey.”

Alina slowly moved off of Dorian’s back, looking back at him as if she was never going to see him again. She found her dress, put it on, then dashed out of the bedroom as tears poured from her eyes.

The door thumped closed when she left, waking Dorian up from his slumber.

“Wha? Who?” he said, suddenly awake.

“Your highness, I am Elara. One of your concubines. I am here to serve you sire.” she said, while kneeling on the bed, her legs wide open, her back straight, her head held high, her eyes downcast and her arms resting on her legs with her palms open and facing up. This position allowed the prince to inspect her body fully, but this morning he did not. He grumbled about waking up and rolled over holding a pillow and snorted as he tried to get comfortable.

Elara remained ready to serve while kneeling on the bed.

She watched him relax and finally heard his steady breathing as he fell asleep once again.

Elara got up from the bed, breaking protocol, and went to the book shelf. She touched the books, one by one, reading their spines. She found many interesting books about war, ruling, leading people and even how to influence people around him. She found books on fictional topics and various other stories, some she had even read before coming to the castle. When she found the book on his family history, she paused, her finger on the spine of the book as she felt like something was important in that book. Something that she needed to know. Needed to understand.

She pulled the book from the shelf and flipped it open to the first page.

“Fangs and Thorns: The Curse of Averlandia’s Crown.”

She flipped the page. Could this be about his family, she asked herself while looking over at the sleeping form of the prince. His furry back in plain sight. His butt was lightly covered by the fur, while his legs were not covered at all. His feet bare and based upon the calluses on the balls of his feet, he walked mostly on his toes instead of heel-toe.

She sat down in a chair with the book in her lap and started to read through the first chapter.

“To rule is to bear the burden of the past, and in the royal house of Averlandia, the weight of history is felt in blood and bone.”

The royal family of Averlandia has long been admired for its strength and prosperity, but behind the glimmering halls and gilded thrones lies a history stained with darkness. Generations ago, the curse that still plagues the bloodline was cast upon its firstborn son, binding each generation to a fate worse than death—life as a beast.

King Theron’s son, the first to suffer the curse, ruled at a time when the kingdom was at its height of power. But even his wisdom and might could not prevent the witch’s curse, which would forever transform his son, and all who followed, into a creature of strength and sorrow.

Every firstborn son of the royal family has borne this curse, transforming them from man to beast until they sire an heir of their own. The curse passes from father to child, a cycle that can only be broken, it is said, by a love strong enough to see beyond the curse itself.

Elara kept reading, flipping from page to page as the story of Dorian’s family was laid out before her eyes.

It didn’t fully flesh out the whole story. There were gaps in the information, missing details, that had to be contained in other books.

Hours had passed and Dorian woke up for the first time in a week without anyone on him or near him. He sat up, looked around his room expecting to find a naked concubine nearby, but he didn’t find one. He got up from the bed and began looking around after using the bathroom.

He saw Elara sitting in a chair, engrossed in a book and moved to stand next to her, his cock near her head.

“What was your name?” he said, his voice low but still rumbled and growled as he spoke.

Elara jumped at the sudden sound of his voice and fell out of the chair, landing on her bottom.

“My Lord!” she squeaked. She moved quickly to the ready position, on her knees, legs wide open, back straight and so forth readying herself to be used by Dorian.

He moved to kneel in front of her, his face closer to her so he could look at her face closely. “What is your name? There have been so many, I don’t know everyone yet.”

“My name is Elara sire.” she said, her body still and ready, keeping her eyes downcast.

He reached for her face and lifted her chin forcing her eyes to look at him. “Why are you here and not in my bed?”

“You went back to sleep after I released my sister concubine. I found your library and found a book about your family.” she said, marveling at the soft feeling of the fur on his fingers as well as the strength he exuded.

“Did it frighten you? Knowing that I am cursed? That my child will be cursed just as I am?”

“No my lord. It makes me sad for you and for your family.”

He sighed then stood up to his full height, his cock right in front of her face. Elara couldn’t take her eyes off of it. It was heavy, large with a purple head that seemed to beg her to suck it. The smell of his body, of the sex he had last night, lingered on it and drew her to it with a mystical power that she didn’t even know existed.

He moved away from her just as she was about to take a hold of his cock and warm it in her mouth.

“No.” he said sharply, turning away from her open mouth and went to his dresser and pulled on a pair of simple shorts leaving his chest uncovered.

Elara rose from her position on the floor and went to him. “My lord, why do you move away from me? I am your concubine and would be happy to warm your cock with my mouth or my cunt. Why do you move away from me? Have I displeased you? Am I ugly?”

She asked, begging for an answer to what should have been a very simple action. An action that her sisters performed for him countless times this past week.

“I’m tired. Empty. Drained.” he said. Just as he finished speaking his stomach made a loud grumble letting both of them know that he was hungry and needed food.

Elara smiled, knowing exactly what the prince needed. She picked up her dress, slipped it on over her head then went to the call box and pressed the kitchen button.

“Yes sire.” the voice said back to her.

“This is concubine Elara. The prince needs breakfast and a lot of it.”

“Yes ma’am. We will bring it right up.” the voice said then clicked off.

When the order came in, Cedric was immediately notified and by the time he got to the kitchen to get the breakfast cart, the food was ready.

He took a deep breath, straightened his coat, and wheeled the cart out of the kitchen. It was loaded down with pitchers of breakfast drink, cooked meat, eggs, and bread, their aromas rising into the air. Alongside these sat bowls of fresh fruit—berries, sliced melons, and apples—gleaming with dew. There were also small pots of honey, butter, and preserves, ready to be spread on the warm, crusty bread. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of cinnamon pastries that had just been pulled from the oven. Silver platters clinked lightly as the cart moved, the bounty prepared to fuel the royal household.

Cedric arrived at the door and without knocking, opened it and wheeled the cart into the room.

He moved the cart to a table and when he had made sure that it was ready for service, he looked up and saw his concubine kneeling beside the bed and Dorian slumped in a chair.

“Sire, breakfast is served.” he said, standing at attention.

Dorian stood from the chair with effort. His week of constant sex with his concubines really showed in the way he moved. He slumped in the chair at the table and started to fork the food into his mouth.

He alternated between bread, eggs, drink, meat, then washed it all down with more breakfast drink.

After he finished the first round of eating, wolfing his food as fast as he could shovel it into his face, he felt human again and looked at Cedric with a smile on his face.

“Thank you Cedric. That was just what I needed.”

He nodded his head to him, answering him, “You are welcome sire, but it is your concubine Elara that should be thanked. She called the kitchen, not I sire.”

He turned in his chair and looked at the kneeling concubine. “IS this true Elara? Did you call the kitchen?”

“Yes my lord, I did.”

He held his hand out to her, “Then come, warm my cock and join me.” He said to her and she quickly got up from her kneeling position and walked to the prince. She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth making sure he was fully hard, then turned her back to him and took his cock into her cunt in one long fluid motion. She slid down his cock and stopped when her bottom was resting on his lap.

He picked up a cooked piece of meat and offered it to her. She opened her mouth and he fed it to her. She forked some eggs as she chewed and fed it to him. They went back and forth until she was full of breakfast and he was ready to fill her cunt with his seed. She quickly went to her knees and held her mouth over his cock until he groaned and filled her mouth. Once he was done, she sat back, swallowed his offering, then moved to sit in his lap once again.

Cedric stood silently by his side as Elara serviced the prince, not judging her, not condemning him, but silently as the night watched over his charge as he was taken care of by his concubine.

“Is there anything else sire?” Cedric asked as the two relaxed in the chair.

“No Cedric. Thank you for breakfast. I had no idea how hungry I was.”

Cedric nodded his head and smoothly left the room.

“Is he always like that? Just standing there? Watching you?” she asked him between his bites of breakfast.

“Yes. He has always been there for me. He is my valet so what he does I suppose is what he is supposed to do.” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.

They relaxed for a while as he digested. Her weight on his lap seemed like nothing to him and he held her with his big strong arms around her back.

“What would you like to do now?” Elara asked, her voice soft but curious.

“I don’t know,” Dorian replied, stretching slightly. “What do you want to do? Just don’t say sex—I’m still drained, and I’m not sure I could get it up again so soon.”

Elara tapped her chin thoughtfully, a playful glint in her eye. After a moment, she brightened with an idea. “How about a tour? I don’t think I’ve seen all of the castle yet, and I’d love to explore more of it.”

Her excitement was contagious. Dorian couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. The thought of walking the halls with her, seeing the castle through her eyes, made him feel just as eager as she was.

They bathed, dressed and then left his room to walk the halls of the castle. She for the first time ever and he, the first time in a week.

Elara wore her standard concubine dress, its lightweight and thin material hid nothing from the eyes of others as it moved around her body as they walked. The prince had on a comfortable pair of pants with bare feet and a bare chest.

They made quite the sight and when they would round a corner and meet one of the castle’s maids unexpectedly, she may ‘eep’ in fear then turn to walk away from them.

“MY SON!!” the king said when they arrived at the throne room.

He moved off of his throne and came down to meet with Dorian. Elara moved to a bent knee in front of the king. The two men hugged in greeting then introductions were made.

“Dad, this is my concubine, Elara. Elara, this is my father, King Aric.” he said, politely introducing the two.

Elara rose from her to greet the king. “Sire, it is very good to meet you.” she said, now standing with her hand out in greeting.

The king shook her hand and tried mightily to not look her naked body over, but he failed miserably. He ogled her naked body under her dress with obvious interest in her. “Well, it is good to finally see you out of your room. I had been getting reports that you were working your way through your concubines and not bothering to leave your room. Well done.” He said, laughing. “Well done!”

He bent at his waist and slapped his knees in merriment.

“I haven’t had that much time alone with my concubines in a long time. I’m too busy, you know.” he said, wiping the laughing tears from the corners of his eyes.

“Yes, Dad, I remember the stories,” Dorian said, his tone edged with impatience. He had no desire to hear about his father’s exploits yet again. “Where’s Mom? I want to introduce her to Elara and finish the tour of the castle.”

The lightness in the room vanished instantly. The king’s expression shifted, the merriment drained away, replaced by a sudden seriousness.

“Your mother and wife are out back, sunning themselves,” he replied, his voice now flat, completely devoid of the happiness he’d shown moments earlier.

Elara noticed the change in the room’s atmosphere, the tension that crept in at the mention of Dorian’s mother and wife. She remained silent, sensing it wasn’t her place to speak.

Dorian sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “I suppose I should go and see her ... and make sure she meets Elara,” he said, his voice laced with reluctance, as though the thought of the encounter was more a duty than a desire.

Elara could see the shift in his mood, sensing the growing discomfort as Dorian resigned himself to the task.