The next evening, Akan returned and took Robellia into the dining room. He pointed to the same spot as before and told her to stand. Robellia, assuming he intended to leave her there for a long time before ordering her to make noise again, obediently walked to the corner without protest.

“Do it there. Push.”

But once again, Akan gave a command that pushed Robellia beyond her limits. Startled, she looked at him with wide, trembling eyes. But her disbelief did not change the reality. Akan’s merciless violet eyes stared back at her without a trace of compassion.

Hesitantly, Robellia lowered herself onto the rough carpet and sat down awkwardly. As the servants passed by, busy preparing the meal, they stole glances at the princess, who seemed to be turning into a beggar with each passing day. Their glances were different from those of Akan or the m*n who tormented her in the bedroom. She found herself unable to move, frozen in place.

But hunger gnawed relentlessly at her. If she disobeyed, who knew when she would get another chance to eat – or what cruel punishment would follow? She hadn’t experienced it yet, but she could easily imagine it. Adding every negative assumption she could muster, Robellia forced herself to obey.

Closing her eyes, Robellia spread her legs in Akan’s direction. Her thin nightgown slipped down to her waist, revealing her slightly parted v*lva, familiar from daily handling. Hesitantly, she moved her fingers to the still closed l*bia. When the servants realised that the Emperor had approved of this act, they ceased their furtive glances and began to watch openly, their eyes filled with blatant curiosity.

The music began, mercifully masking the wet sounds. In the great dining hall of the Imperial Palace, the Princess thrust her fingers into her own private parts, accompanied by the solemn tones of stringed instruments. Her fingers moved effortlessly, brushing the ridges of her inner walls. She exhaled sharp, shallow breaths through her parted lips. Despite the music that drowned out all else, Robellia made no sound.

Akan picked up his utensils and began to eat. His eyes never left Robellia’s. She watched the slow, deliberate movements as he brought food to his mouth, saliva dripping from her own open lips. The sight only made her squeeze harder with her fingers. She couldn’t explain why.

As she pressed against a spot deep inside her taut, hollowed stomach, saliva mixed with love juice began to seep out, staining the carpet. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Pitter-patter.She lost track of the pain, relentlessly probing her inner walls with three fingers. Strangely, it felt as if the gnawing hunger inside her was easing, if only slightly.

Rich red juices dripped from the piece of meat Akan lifted to his mouth. Robellia instinctively stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

With a sensation similar to the urge to urinate, she spread her legs wide and thrust her fingers deep, all the way to the base. Phew. She thrust again. Clear liquid spurted from Robellia’s v*gina, splashing almost a hand’s length away. Her waist quivered and her stomach tightened.

Akan reached for his post-meal drink, but then returned his hand to his utensils. Robellia let out a long breath, almost a sigh. Bite by bite, as Akan continued to eat, her anxiety grew. Finally, Akan took his post-meal drink. Robellia’s hips jerked and her back arched sharply.

Akan’s eyes finally turned to Robellia as he wiped his mouth. At his indifferent gesture, Robellia withdrew her hand from her private parts and stood up. Fluid followed her fingers, dripping down to form a large stain on the carpet. She braced herself against the rough floor with her wet hand.

“Crawl.”

The cold voice cut through the music of the strings. Robellia lowered herself again, abandoning any hesitation she might have had.

On all fours, Robellia crawled towards her master. Drops of liquid fell between her dragging knees, leaving a trail of wet patches in her wake.

Robellia knelt at Akan’s feet, her eyes fixed downward. Akan just looked at her coldly, refusing to make room between his legs. Please, hurry. For what? Oh, food. Robellia shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her hips against the floor.

When Akan finally parted his legs slightly, Robellia immediately leaned closer to his gr*in. Akan, who hadn’t even undone his waistband, let out a mocking snort. He slowly pulled back the cloth to reveal his exposed p*nis, the head of which was already slightly glistening.

The moment Robellia opened her mouth, seemingly in anticipation, and took him in, Akan grabbed the back of her head and pressed her against his gr*in.

Gagging as her throat was suddenly blocked, Robellia flailed her arms in panic. Akan roughly guided her movements, forcing her head up and down. Tears, snot, saliva and even the fluids that had dripped earlier combined to spill from every possible opening as the liquid poured out uncontrollably.

As the unpleasant gurgling continued, Akan’s grip on her head tightened and his movements became more violent. Each time the thick p*nis was forced deep down her throat, Robelila’s nose drew strained breaths as if she were suffocating.

Akan effortlessly crushed Robelila’s fleeting hope that enduring this would earn her food. He pulled her head back until only the tip remained inside, then forced it down again.

Tears from Robellia’s eyes soaked through Akan’s trousers as her resistance finally gave way. Her limbs fell limp like those of a lifeless doll and only her head, held firmly in Akan’s grasp, continued to move back and forth.

As he approached his climax, Akan withdrew from Robellia’s mouth. The p*nis, trembling on the verge of release, struck her nose before a stream of c*m erupted and splattered across her face. Her eyes, nose, cheeks and even her slightly parted lips were marked by the white liquid that dripped down in slow trails.

Robeliia blinked vacantly as a glob of white liquid dripped from her chin.

Akan stared down at her s*men-covered face with a distant, tired gaze, his eyes devoid of any warmth. Robellia, who had lazily licked his p*nis a few more times, took it back into her mouth and sucked the remaining s*men from his urethra. His hand, which had been absentmindedly stroking her head, finally dropped.

“Enjoy your meal.”

Akan straightened his clothes and rose from his seat to leave the dining hall. Robellia’s sprawled body shook violently in his absence.

The string music that had been playing stopped abruptly. The musicians, desperate to escape the horrifying scene, hastily gathered their instruments and left the room. The servants began to bustle about, clearing away the dishes. It was as if time, which had seemed frozen, had resumed, and the sounds of activity pierced Robellia’s ears.

With great effort, Robellia braced herself against the table and managed to stand. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she reached out, grabbing whatever food she could and shoving it into her mouth in a frenzy. The s*men smeared around her lips mixed with the food as she devoured it. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the s*men and dripping from her chin onto the floor.

When a servant picked up a plate of meat, Robellia lunged forward and snatched it from their hands. She grabbed a handful of the spiced meat with her bare hands and shoved it into her mouth. Meanwhile, fluid continued to leak from her private parts under her nightgown, trickling down her inner thighs to her ankles.

The servants watched in stunned silence as the princess devoured the food, oblivious to the white liquid still smeared on her face. Her frantic eating stained her white nightgown with splashes of sauce and bits of food.

When there were no more plates on the table, Robellia collapsed to the floor. Overcome with despair, she began to sob silently, her cries trapped in her throat, no sound escaping.