The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 60

They arrived in the palace and already, it’s time for Danika to join the king in court.

They all walked to her bedroom. Danika was able to convince Remeta to stay with Sally and Baski. At first, she refused.

“I’m going to to the guards to give out orders to them to keep away from you whenever they see you.” Danika had said to her.

That, more than any persuasion had worked. “Alright, My Queen. Thank you, My Queen. Remeta will be happy if you do this for her.” She’d whispered in that tiny voice.

Danika stared worriedly at Baski and Sally. She doesn’t know how to go about the fact that Remeta was determined to keep addressing her as ‘My Queen’.

No matter how she tries to dissuade the girl, she’s determined to use that honorifics. Danika hopes that she or Remeta won’t be punished for it.

Sally address her as a princess is actually better at this point.

Finally, she changes her clothes and said goodbye to them. She walked away, her destination being the Royal Court.

She arrived at the door and the guards opened it for her. There were two kings and then, the ministers of Salem. They were all discussing, none of them paid her arrival any attention she thought with great relieve.

She entered with her head bowed and walked straight to the throne. She lowered herself to her usual position. The king didn’t spare her a glance, focused on the conversation.

Being so close to him again, his garment brushing her body, the scent of him wasped her nose. She breathed deeply, the scent which took her back to the night before.

The way she’d held on to him… The things she’d demanded from him…

Red flushed her cheeks and she swallowed tightly when her body went hot all over. She did her best to keep her mind from venturing that way again.

The kings went from one peace-talk to another. They went over every petitions, tax and crops.

They went ahead to say that they postpone the hunting game to tomorrow because King Philip’s messenger suddenly arrived and he has an emergency back in his kingdom.

King Phillip dismissed his messenger. They continued the meeting.

Danika used her eyes to search out all the slaves that attended court. Each and everyone of them seems to be having fun sitting down there and ‘making their master feel good.’

Two of them were caressing their master’s body. The masters seems to be enjoying themselves. One of them unbuckled his leather pants, and the slave took at as her cue. She sat up and got in between his legs.

Taking her master’s phallus in her hand, she started caressing it playfully. Danika’s cheeks heated, she felt embarrassed for the girl. The girl seems to be really enjoying herself.

Having been a slave for a while, Danika already knows how it is in the slave world. Amongst themselves, the highest class of slaves are the King’s Slaves.

Then, Master’s Slaves….they are the slaves for the privileged men and ministers. Then, the slaves that work in the royal palace. Then, the slaves that works at the homes of privildged people.

The lowest of slaves are those that just works in the mines. Every slave works mines, but there are those that are called Mines Slaves. They are those slaves that lives and breathings mining.

Even in the slave world, there’s competition. Every slave’s dream is to become King’s Slave or Master’s Slave because of the attention they’ll be getting. Because it makes them feel special that they’re wanted by people of upper class.

As Danika watched two slaves fight for who will suck their master’s thick organ, she concluded that she can never understand them. This world she found herself in.

King Lucien shoots occasionally glances at her. His eyes scrutinizing her face, and she gets lost in the look, the world drowning out.

Then, his brow will knit together in a frown like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to. He’ll look away.

He shot her those glances occasionally. It had Danika wondering what those glances was all about?

If she doesn’t know better, she’ll think that he can’t keep his eyes off her…that he can’t keep from staring at her. But she knows better.

The last time he scowled massively and averted his eyes, Danika took a deep breath regretfully. She reminded herself that she knows better.

This is king Lucien, who hates her with every breath in his body.

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Finally, the meeting ended and entertainment started. Cooks served foods and drinks. So many to eat. So many to drink.

As they all ate, some slaves already got on top of the table, dancing and whining their beaded waists.

At the other side of the courtroom, a master was roughly f*****g his slave against the wall. Her eyes closed in pleasure, hot breathy m***s feeling the air.

As the entertainment heated further, Danika realized that every slave was doing a thing or two on their masters. The atmosphere sizzled with eroticism and s€x.

Some were kissing. Some took their master’s organ into their mouth and were sucking on it. Some caressed their master’s organ.

King Lucien had a small writing table brought for him, which was positioned beside him and he twisted his body a little to the side to reach the Peace-Treaty note he was signing.

Danika saw how busy he was, obviously not the least affected or interested in the atmosphere. It made her relieved.

The relief was short-lived when she saw the way King Pesih was staring at her with lustful eyes. Two of his slaves was sucking him but his interest was more on her.

He looks ready to give her an order to come and pleasure him too.

Panic replaced relief. That day in the King’s Chambers, Chad explained to her that anything can happen in court. Any order at all can be issued in court by kings.

That she has exceeded introduction by order from the kings, doesn’t mean that she has exceeded other kinds of orders and compulsion from them.

She sneaked another peak at him, and his eyes was still calculatingly on her.

She needed to keep occupied like the others so that that hateful king that almost killed Sally won’t order her to do anything.

And so, she didn’t give herself time to think about it. To think about the fact that he doesn’t like to be touched. To think of the fact that this would be the first time she’ll be doing something like this. To think about the fact that he never wanted her to see any part of his body.

She raised herself and crawled in between the King’s legs.

When she put her hands on him and pushed aside his kingly garment, he stiffened at the contact. And, when she started opening the flies that held his below pants together, his scribbling hand on the scroll paused.

He stared down at her.