A Breeder For The Lycan Triplets

Escape route

CHAPTER FOUR

JASMINE

My whole world just crashed to the ground, and yet, Dolores was teaching how to blow a man’s d**k.

“The way to a man’s heart is through his mouth and his d**k, but mostly his dick.” She educated.

My brain screeched to a halt because that just couldn’t be right. I looked around and found the girls listening, nodding as if Dolores' words were wisdom, and not just vulgar insanity packed in lessons.

“The Lycan princes are able-bodied men. They are men with needs, and it is your duty to please their needs. There is no room for shyness in a marriage. You are allowed to embody the most sensual part of you, to show them how flexible you can be, how deep you can take them, how you are willing to gag on their c***s, how your bodies were made to complete theirs, to be used by them.” She made gestures as she spoke.

“There is a thin line between pleasing a man and being more sexually skilled than he is. You have to settle between being a vixen and a doe. A virgin and a slut. Be a prude when he needs you to be, blush, look away and play with your hair, but when it is time for him to see that other side of you, then do not hesitate to gag on his c**k, and take him deep. We must please the Lycan Princes. They would be Kings soon, and you must be worthy of being by their side.” She paused and continued.

“I find it impossible that any of you women could ever be worthy of walking side by side, but you are here to learn, and I am a good teacher. I will mould you, break you down and make you fit in the box. We shall begin now. Let’s expand our knowledge of a man’s body, how best to please him, before moving to demonstration.” She clapped her hands, and I zoned out.

As much as I wanted to listen to this s**t, my mind was plagued by other important things.

The Luna Breeder.

It was nearly impossible. I couldn’t be the Luna Breeder. My mother was dead. My father was a cold-hearted bastard who didn’t care about me. Midge was a classless hoe who married my father immediately after a spot opened up. There was nothing spectacular about my lineage. We didn’t even believe in the Moon Goddess religiously. We believed, of course, but just as much as a random woman on the street. There was nothing special about us. Nothing special about me.

I was young, unattractive, had hips that were too wide, and boobs that spilt out often. I hated my body because I was always blamed for attracting creeps. What was I supposed to do? Hide my boobs and hips? Leave it at home? Why was it my fault when those bastards couldn’t control their desires?

I looked around, chewing on my bottom lip.

Perhaps the young dark-haired girl was the Luna Breeder. She was younger, beautiful, with rosy cheeks, innocent and untainted. I was certain she had people who cared about her, people who wanted her to win. Or maybe she wasn’t, and the tall blonde was. She was perfectly fitted for the princes, after all.

“You,” Dolores' shrill voice cut through my thoughts.

I knew she wasn’t talking to me. Why would she single me out?

“Bring her here now!” She ordered loudly.

My heart sank as the guard stormed towards me and dragged me forward. The bastard felt up my boobs as he threw me forward. My face burned with rage, and I dug my fingers into my palm.

“On your feet.” She snapped, staring down at me, disgusted.

I grunted and pushed myself off the ground.

She grabbed my shoulder and made me face the girls and women.

“Look at her,” she began, nose scrunched, “She shouldn’t be here. She would never be picked by the princes. She is a mess, dirt under her nails, messy hair and a stupid demeanour. If I had the power to send her away, I would, but I doubt anyone cares about her enough to want her back.”

Heat burned through me as some of them laughed. My whole body trembled.

“Anyway, why don’t you demonstrate how to suck a man’s balls for us. I just gave a rundown of ia t few minutes ago while you were lost in thoughts, daydreaming about a love match, right?” She snickered, eyes glinting happily.

I bit my lip hard, refusing to engage, and just shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Her gaze hardened instantly, “You don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know? I may not have the power to kick you out, but I have the might to lock you up in the dungeon and leave you there! Answer me right now, or you’ll spend the night with the rats and squirrels.” She threatened.

I blinke, and looked in the direction of the dungeon.

It was at the edge of the palace, very close to the thick woods. Most people saw terror, but I saw an escape.

I turn back to Dolores and shrugged, nonchalantly, “I … I don’t know. I believe this exercise is for nothing. The lycan prince will not care about what we want. We are only here to be used by them. Our wombs are for hire, and here’s the funny part, no one here is the Luna breeder, it probably doesn’t even exists, but you’re too dump to realize that. Is this a life you’re living? Being a pimp? Training girls on how to suck a c**k? When last did you suck a c —”

She slapped me so hard my head spun.

She shoved me to the ground, and I remained there. My cheeks burned, and my head ached, but I dared not make a sound. I stayed quiet even as the guards dragged me painfully, threw me in the dungeon and locked away the doors. I stayed coiled up, pretending to have passed out.

The moment they left, I got up, heart pounding with one thing on my mind – escape.