Three Weeks Later

In her human form, the wolf girl now stood before me, a stunningly beautiful woman with long, flowing white hair that cascaded down her back. I took a moment to admire her striking beauty, my eyes drawn to the unique colour of her hair that shimmered in the light. Ereyin had decided to name her Ghost for her white colour and uncanny silence. Ghost was naked. I looked outside to see Saga climbing the rooftops, like Ezio Auditore.

Ramela caught her.

"Get down from there, Saga," she said.

Saga climbed down from the roof. I knew what was going to happen and went outside to get a better look. As I stepped outside, I could see Saga standing before Ramela, who had her arms crossed over her chest. I hid out of sight, to see what would happen next.

"Take off your clothing. You're getting a whipping," Ramela said.

As I hide and watched from a safe distance, Saga's eyes widened in fear at Ramela's command. Ramela stood stoically, her expression unreadable as she awaited Saga's complete submission. As Saga stripped, goosebumps rose on my from the anticipation of what was to come. I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and trepidation about the situation unfolding before me. Finally, Saga stood completely naked, her body trembling with fear and vulnerability. She got down on her knees. Ramela's cold eyes bore into Saga as she kneeled before her, her body shaking with fear. I held my breath, waiting for the first crack of the whip to split the air. As I watch from my hidden spot, Ramela took a step forward and raised her hand, holding a long, sinister-looking whip. The leather cracked menacingly as she swung it back and forth, preparing to deliver her punishment. The fear in Saga's eyes grew even deeper as she braced herself for the inevitable pain. The leather struck her soft skin, leaving red welts in its wake. Ramela delivered the blows with a cold, calculated precision, her eyes never leaving Saga's trembling form. Each crack of the whip echoed through the air as it lashed against Saga's body, leaving behind a trail of crimson streaks. The sound of the leather whip cutting through the air mixed with Saga's muffled sobs, creating an eerie symphony of pain and submission.

Ramela's face remained emotionless, her focus solely on delivering the pain she deemed necessary. Saga's body was now a canvas of crimson streaks and welts, a testament to the brutal whipping she had endured. I was aroused by the sight. As the punishment continued, I found myself growing increasingly aroused by the sight before me. The mix of fear and submission on Saga's face, coupled with the raw power exuding from Ramela, ignited a fire within me. Despite the harshness of the scene, I couldn't help but be drawn to it. I pulled my penis out and began to masturbate. As I watched, Ramela continued her brutal punishment, her eyes never leaving Saga's trembling form. My arousal grew as I stroked my hardening member, my mind filled with the images of pain and submission playing out before me. As I masturbated, I noticed that Ramela's pace began to quicken. The sound of the leather whip against Saga's skin seemed to sync with my heartbeat, fuelling my desire. I could feel my climax approaching, my body tense in anticipation. The punishment finally came to an end as Ramela finally lowered the whip, her arm hanging limply by her side.

The air was heavy with the scent of blood and sweat, and the only sound was Saga's ragged breathing. Slowly, Saga lifted her head to look at Ramela, her eyes filled with tears and unshed tears. Ramela's expression remains unchanged as she looked down at Saga, assessing her. After a moment, she nodded curtly, signalling that the punishment was over. As I reached my climax, my fingers moved faster against my swollen shaft.

The intensity of the pleasure washing over me was matched only by the intensity of the scene playing out before me. My seed shot out, landing on the ground with a soft patter. As I recovered from my orgasm, I glanced as Ramela turned to leave, her job done for now, leaving Saga, now a broken and bloody mess sobbing on the floor. A wave of guilt washes over me for finding pleasure in her suffering, but I couldn't deny the arousal it brought me. I slowly tucked my now soft member back into my pants, still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

With the royal family about to arrive soon, I decided to go to the courtyard. When I got there, my dad, Ereyin, Clara, Ramela and my other half-sister, Marcia, were already there. Marcia had long blonde hair and was wearing a blue dress. King Barrayuri rode in with his knights with a large wheelhouse behind them. The king was tall, well-muscled, with dark hair, dark skin and dark eyes. As King Barrayuri dismounted, he turned to face us, his eyes scanning the courtyard. The knights behind him stood at attention, their armour gleaming in the sunlight.

Out of the wheelhouse stepped Queen Lirelia Barrayuri. Queen Lirelia was tall and regal High Elf, with flowing curly golden hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes were blue, and she wore a golden crown upon her head. She was slender with fair skin. With them was the queen's twin sister, Tydesal Borgiaking.

Tykoba was a tall, imposing figure, clad in heavy plate armor that gleamed in the sunlight. Her long, braided hair was a golden, and her eyes were a piercing blue. I couldn't help but notice the difference between the two sisters. Queen Lirelia was elegant and regal, while Tydesal exuded strength and power. My father stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully.

"Your Majesty, we are honoured by your presence."

"Where is Tydreg?" Lirelia asked Tydesal.

"He is on his way, Your Majesty. He had some business to attend to before arriving." Tydesal replied.

"No doubt at a brothel," Lirelia said.

The royal family chuckled at this.

"Edward, I offer the hand of my daughter, Giffrey, in marriage to Larsen," King Barrayuri said.

My father's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to look at me.

"This is an unexpected honour, Your Majesty," my father said, bowing his head. "I will discuss it with my son and get back to you."

"Take your time, Edward," the king replied, his voice booming across the courtyard. "But do not keep us waiting too long."

As we entered the grand hall, the aroma of roasted meats and spices filled my nostrils. The tables were laden with food, and servants scurried around, filling goblets with wine and clearing empty plates. I could hear Lirelia and Ramela exchange cordial words.

"Marcia will be a hit at the court," Lirelia said.

"Indeed, she has always been a favorite of mine," Ramela replied.

The thought of marrying Giffrey, a woman I had never met before, was daunting. I wondered what kind of woman Giffrey was and what kind of life we would have together.

"It's a shame you have no sons for Marcia to marry," Ramela said.

"But the bright it means that my husband's successor will be a girl," Lirelia said. "Which one of your kids is Larsen?"

I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"I am Larsen," I said quietly, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

Lirelia's eyes widened in surprise.

"You? I thought you were a girl."

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"No, my lady. I'm not a girl. I just... look differently."

"I see," Lirelia said, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "I want you to prove this isn't some trick. It would be awkward if Giffrey married someone she couldn't produce an heir with. Take off your clothes, all of them. Prove that you are indeed a boy."

I felt my heart race as I looked at the queen, uncertain how to respond to her request. I knew that refusing would be seen as an insult, but revealing myself fully was also a difficult proposition.

"Larsen, you will strip naked or I will whip you," Ramela said.

After a moment of hesitation, I took a deep breath and nodded my head in agreement.

"Very well, Your Majesty."

Steeling myself, I began to unfasten my clothing, starting with the buttons on my shirt, revealing my smooth chest underneath. As I did so, I couldn't help but feel exposed and **** in front of the royal family. I heard my father step forward,

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, I believe there are other ways to prove Larsen's gender without him having to disrobe in front of everyone."

Queen Lirelia looked at my father, her eyes narrowing.

"This is my order, and it will be followed." She turned back to me. "Continue, Larsen."

I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, but I couldn't disobey the queen. I slowly unfastened my belt, sliding it out of the loops on my trousers. As I did so, I could feel the eyes of the entire court on me, watching my every move. Finally, with a trembling hand, I reached down and unbuttoned my trousers, revealing my bare legs and my feminine frame. I paused for a moment, unsure if I should go any further.

"Finish it, Larsen," Queen Lirelia commanded.

I removed my underwear. As I stood there, naked from the waist down, the silence in the hall was deafening.

I felt my face burning with shame and embarrassment. Then, suddenly, I heard a gasp from the crowd. I looked up to see the queen staring at me, her expression unreadable.

"Well." The queen paused for a moment, her gaze traveling over my body. "It appears that you are indeed a boy. But I'm curious why you have kept your shirt on."

I swallowed hard, his heart racing.

"My lady, I... I don't know how to explain it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The queen raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"Try me."

"He's just embarrassed about being whipped. Larsen, take off your shirt and show Queen Lirelia your scars," Ramela said.

My hands trembled as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, revealing the numerous scars crisscrossing my back to the queen. The air was cool against my exposed skin, and I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I couldn't meet anyone's gaze, focusing instead on the floor beneath my feet.

"I see," Queen Lirelia said, her voice neutral. "What happened to you, Larsen?"

I lowered my head, my face flushing with shame.

"I..."

"I whipped him," Ramela said.

Queen Lirelia looked at Ramela, her expression unreadable.

"And why did you do that, Ramela?"

Ramela swallowed hard.

"He deserved it," she said.

The queen's eyes narrowed.

"For what?"

"He... he disobeyed me," Ramela stammered.

"Is that so?" Queen Lirelia asked. "And how did you disobey, Larsen?"

I swallowed hard.

"I..."

"I've whipped him many times," Ramela said. "His whole existence is a reminder of my husband's betrayal and humiliation he put me through."

"I see," Queen Lirelia said, her voice heavy with sadness. "This is truly a tragic situation."

I felt like my world was crashing down around me as I stood there, naked and exposed, with the queen and the entire court staring at me. I could feel the warmth of embarrassment wash over me once more as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. The queen turned to face Ramela.

"I too know the sting of betrayal. If I had to live with constant reminders of my own husband's harem, I would flog them too," she said.

"My son has proven that he is a boy. Can he please be allowed to put his clothes back on?" my dad asked.

Queen Lirelia considered for a moment before nodding.

"Very well. You may put your clothes back on, Larsen."

As I quickly dressed myself again, the silence in the hall seemed to weigh even heavier than before. I could feel the eyes of the court on me, judging me, pitying me. I was finally done, I left the room in tears. I went outside where Ereyin was working at her sword practice.

"Larsen," Ereyin called out to me. "Are you okay?"

I wiped the tears from my face and tried to compose myself.

"No, I'm not. Ramela... she exposed me in front of everyone. She made me strip and show everyone my scars."

Ereyin stopped what she was doing and turned to face me. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Larsen. It's not right for anyone to be treated that way."

Ramela hated Ereyin even more than me and Saga. Ereyin continued her sword practice, her movements fluid and controlled. I felt a small sense of comfort from Ereyin's words, but the shame and humiliation I felt were still fresh. I watched her practice for a moment before speaking again.

"Ereyin, do you think there's any way we can get out of here?"

"I'm thinking of joining the Paladins," she said.

I looked at Ereyin in surprise.

"Really? That's a big decision."

"Yes, it is," she agreed. "But I want to help people, and the Paladins are known for their honor and justice. Plus, I want to get away from here. This place is toxic."

"I don't blame you, Ereyin," I said, sighing heavily. "This place has become unbearable."

At that moment, Tydreg arrived, causing me to look up from my thoughts. Tydreg was a squat figure with a long nose, pointed ears and bulging, bloodshot eyes. The only resemblance to his sisters was his blonde hair.

He looked more like a goblin than an elf.

"So you are that dark elf Edward Strand fathered," he said.

Ereyin gritted her teeth at the sound of Tydreg's voice.

"Yes, I am," she replied, trying to keep her composure.

Ereyin stepped forward, her sword still in hand.

"Have I offended you?" Tydreg asked.

"You have," Ereyin said.

"Well, I imagine being a Dark Elf, people probably think of you as a monster," Tydreg said.

"That's not fair," Ereyin protested. "I didn't ask to be born into this mess."

Tydreg smirked.

"No, you didn't. But you are here now."

"So you're just another racist," Ereyin said.

"You are too quick to take offence when the fact you are a Dark Elf is pointed out," Tydreg said. "You should wear it like armour, so no one can hurt you with it."

"What do you know of being called a monster?" Ereyin asked.

"All goblins are monsters in their father's eyes," Tydreg said.