This suitor is far worse

"King Edward of the Lund, how nice of you to come," your father says. "I present my daughter, Lady Jordan.”

King Edward is an old man, probably in his seventies. While his body is wrinkled, frail, and hunched-over, he's dressed in nothing but the very finest fabrics and jewels. His small army of attendants set down four large trunks. The first is filled with gold, the second with gems, the third with jewelry, and the fourth with beautiful silk dresses.

As the riches are displayed, your father continues: "Ah, Prince Wade! We are so very happy to welcome you as well."

The prince is a good-looking man ins his thirties, with flowing blonde hair and a warm smile. "The pleasure is mine, Baron Farcourt. You have a lovely home, and a lovelier daughter."

Before you can say anything to the prince, his father reaches out and begins to fondle your breasts. As you stand dumbstruck, he begins to murmur: "The melons will do... Let's see..." Licking two of his fingers, he places them between your legs.

You jump backwards, but the king's hand follows. "Where are you going, girl? I need to sample the goods," he says impatiently, reaching below your tiny skirt to slip a finger into your exposed pussy. "Good, she's tight enough."

To your relief, he lets you go... Only to unbutton his trousers and pull out his cock. The somewhat-shrivelled member is on the smaller side, but rock-hard. "C'mon now, I don't have all day. On your knees."

The deep magic pulls at you, and your knees hit the ballroom floor. You open your mouth in surprise, and before you know it you're sucking the old man's cock.

Your father has kept you well protected over the last year... But from what you've heard, this is how all women have been treated in Avaria, for as long as anyone can remember. The Fundamental Spell binds women to be slaves to the whims of men, and you've learned that this is good and natural... But with a man like this? In front of so many people? While you're fuming with anger and embarrassment, you continue to blow the king with gusto. You have little choice in the matter, and at least his member isn't big enough to penetrate your throat.

After a few seconds (though it feels like hours), King Edward pushes you away. "She sucks well," he grunts, turning around and walking over to his table. As soon as he's in his seat, he grabs a serving girl and forces her head into his lap.

The prince gives you a pitying look. "I'm sorry about my father. He's always been a bit rough," he apologizes, before turning on his heel as well.

As your father helps you up, you shake your head. "I can't marry Prince Wade, Daddy. His father is a brute."

"Oh no, Sweetheart, you're not marrying the prince. You're going to marry King Edward."

"What?" You take a step back. "Surely, you cannot... I cannot... He is almost in his grave! Why would you want me to...?"

Your father's expression grows darker. "Understand this, Jordan: you are my daughter, and you will do as I say. Out of all the suitors here, a match with the King of Lund will bring us the most advantages." He places a hand on your shoulder. "You will not fuck this up. You will do as I say, and then do as the King says. You will do this until the day he dies, and then... Then you can fuck the Prince all you want. You'll marry him next, most likely, unless he's already taken a wife by then."

"I..." Seeing the look in your father's eyes, you stop short.

"You'll be betrothed to him by the end of the week, and that will be that."