Fucking My Stepsister in Her Own Bed

My stomach curdled. XXX Blood soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy’s bare feet padding on the sticky blood. My ears were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale sounds of combat. Too scared to take the throne for yourself?”
“Oh, I have the throne,” she purred. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight would give her a larger guard since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators. “How could I love the creature who bought me? Eager. You used that little slut of yours well.”
“She’s my heart,” I told her. Men burst into the throne room behind me. My ears pricked in shock.