The True Prince’s Shrimp

Half a day had passed since the embarrassing defeat of the true prince. Hestia, the head maid of the castle, had just finished healing him, and already in his anger, he demanded to be greeted by his playthings. Moments before he would arrive in his room, however, the girls–the whores that is; were busy thinking not of him but of someone else entirely.

"To think he would be defeated so easily, one punch? K'yah!" Rolling her eyes and laying bare in the prince's bed, one such girl decided to ruffle the feathers. Eyeing the others, she smirked to herself; knowing full well, exactly what she was doing. "By Madia, that's pathetic. I swear put me against a man and I could've fought better!"

"No different in battle than in bed, isn't he? A single stroke and he's all done already." Indulging in the indignation of the prince, the girl next to her followed with her own stroke of mockery.

Sharing a laugh, the two paid no heed to their surroundings; even though the remaining girl wasn't too happy about them insulting the prince.

"I suppose it's my own fault for expecting more from the true shrimp as they call him~" added the first woman, but this time the third decided to join in with some pessimism. 

"Aey, quiet down, will ye? Dare Hestia hears your treason, we'd be in for a lashing," she warned, her eyes jittering in fear of being overheard by the guards just standing outside the prince's room.

Unbothered, the girls rolled their eyes and turned their attention to the prince's personal maid. Standing with her back against the entrance, Sola–the faunan bunny girl appeared utterly uninterested in their blabber and was staring intently at a random corner of the room.

"Oi faunan? You gonna snitch on us to your master?" Sitting upright, the first woman with long curly hair, smiled at the Faunan girl.

"As if…" Waking from the mattress as well, the second woman chuckled, making her long white hair bounce over her dainty tits. "Rumors go that she was the one cheering for the prince's brother when the fight broke out."

"What?! No way!" Smiling with her mouth wide open, the curly-haired brunette began to laugh. Her eyes focused on Sola, she just couldn't believe the drama. "You serve the shrimp but your loyalty lies with another man? Ohhh by the Madia~ Madia~ Ahaha… If anyone knew–"

"If anyone knew!" Yelling out with a loud stomp, Sola had the girls' bums bounced off the soft mattress for a moment. As they landed back the spring on the mattress threw them off balance and the trio found themselves laying back on their spines. And that's when the expressionless maid added to her words. "If anyone knew, then you wouldn't be the first pair of whores I would have to feed to the infantry dogs, they often need a taste of human flesh before they can be used in battle."

The moment those words spiraled into their ears, their eyes widened and a cold chill ran up their spine. Wearing no expression nor an inflexion of guilt, or even frustration in her words, Sola spoke as though she was a machine designed to make such threats and nothing more. But the lack of expression didn't take away even in the slightest, the horror of her words. That is when the girls finally realized what her task was while they toiled in bed with the true prince. Sola never joined them, not even when the prince asked, if anything she would give him a glare and his anger would then be taken out on them instead.

A few minutes passed and the room remained clad in a thick blanket of silence. The women kept staring at Sola, for now, they knew for sure what she was there for. To keep them in line and get rid of their bodies if any of them dares to cross a line.

"I must admit…" Speaking again, her words made the girls crawl back on the bed. "He is a loser. A loser who pays cheap toys to fake their moans so that he can feel good about himself. Poor bastard doesn't have a clue just how inadequate he is with that pathetic thing between his legs."

For once there was a hint of emotion in her words, but not the kind the girls wanted to hear. A frenetic, they'd seen many talking the same. But most of them were either witches or beggars roaming the city streets with an insane mind.

"In spite of that, he's the prince and you're only here because I've turned him down a million times. Be good replacements for the poor idiot; hold your asses up, stick them out and push them against his cock; let him dump his load in a few strokes and that's all you have to worry about."

Her disdain for the prince was made manifest in her severely contorted expression. Her nose was scrunched-up in anger, her lips were pressed shut, and a look of sheer disgust in her eyes terrified the girls further. To Sola, William was a fraud–a man who couldn't get himself a woman without spending gold. Even worse, being a narcissistic prick, she'd watched him force suffering on people just because they had something that he could've never had.

"L-let's not talk about the prince in front of her again?" Whispered the brunette and the others nodded fervently in response.

Not too long after their little chat, the prince knocked on the door since it wouldn't open with Sola leaning against it. In an instant, the maid's expression shifted from being an unsettling neutral to a bright welcoming smile. Turning around, Sola opened the door and invited the prince with a gentle bow. Staring at her for a few seconds, William clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Again with the cheap toys…" He scoffed while walking into the room.

"Oh, deary me~ As if I would bring you anything but the finest my dear prince!" Locking the door behind William, Sola turned around and glanced at the girls lying in bed. Reluctant to go along with what they did every night, the girls were huddled up in a corner, terrified at the thought of offending Sola or doing anything to upset her. "Hmm? What's that, getting shy? Be good and turn around now, I'm sure our handsome prince is waiting!"

With a devilish smirk, the maid ordered the girls. They scattered quickly and laid down separately on the bed with either their asses held up or their legs spread apart with their bellies facing up. Contrary to Sola's claims, each one of them was used countless times by the commoners before being brought to the castle. However, with the maid's eyes glaring them down, they were forced to hold their breaths, and with it that perverse secret.

'Go now, fuck what you deserve to fuck, you inhuman scum…' Glaring at the prince's back, the maid wanted to shove him closer to the girls, just so she could get to watch him struggle to keep his load in with only a handful of thrusts, and that too in the most abused of pussies in their kingdom. 

And what exactly was the cause for her hatred towards the prince? The list in Sola's mind could go on forever, but after watching him pull out his scanty shrimp, a handful of crimes rushed to her head.

'As if I'll even touch that stupid thing, stop trying to get me in your bed already, you stubborn asshole!' Her anger continued to grow, for in her eyes he was no real man. Paying to fuck a woman because nobody could suffer through his company and not to mention the narcissistic personality that made him an insufferable prick that can't stand someone else having what he can't.

To nobody's surprise, after only five minutes the prince had emptied his balls and laid in between the many women who'd held countless other men in their arms. The sight reminded Sola as to why she was amongst the majority of Aestonian women who preferred only the best of men with near to no exceptions.

'Just a week more and I won't have to fake a smile while greeting you…' She thought to herself and for once since his arrival smiled a genuine smile.