Rian's tongue delved into Elara's slick folds, lapping up the thick remnants of Harlan's seed that still oozed from her swollen pussy. The salty, musky flavor coated his mouth, a sharp reminder of his utter defeat as he knelt there in the crowded square, surrounded by jeering onlookers. Elara's thighs quivered around his head, her soft moans echoing off the stone walls sounds of lingering pleasure that twisted the knife deeper into his gut. Her body hadn't fully recovered from Harlan's rough pounding; her hips still twitched involuntarily, betraying how thoroughly she'd been used.
As Rian sucked and swallowed the bitter load, a shameful warmth built between his own legs. His small cock, shrunken and pathetic in its arousal, began to leak pre-cum steadily, dripping from the sensitive tip he sometimes thought of as his clit in moments of degradation. The clear fluid trailed down his shaft, pooling on the dirty ground beneath him. Elara glanced down, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as she spotted the telltale shine on his skin.
'Look at you, you worthless little slut,' she sneered, her voice laced with disdain that cut through the murmurs of the watching crowd. 'Licking another man's cum from my cunt like a desperate dog, and now you're dripping like a bitch in heat. Can't even control yourself your tiny clit is weeping just from tasting your betters.' She reached down, grabbing a fistful of his hair to yank his face harder against her dripping slit, forcing him to keep cleaning while she ground against his mouth. 'Pathetic. Everyone here can see what a cum-hungry failure you are. Bet you'd spurt without a single touch, wouldn't you? Just from knowing how low you've sunk.'
Her words burned, each one stripping away another layer of his dignity. The humiliation surged through him like fire, his body betraying him as his cock throbbed harder. The crowd laughed, pointing and catcalling, their voices a chorus of mockery that amplified her taunts. Rian's cheeks flushed hot, tears mixing with the mess on his face, but he couldn't stop the shame coiled tight in his belly, pushing him toward the edge. With a choked whimper, he came untouched, his pathetic release spurting in weak ropes onto the ground, his hips jerking uselessly.
Elara laughed, a sharp, victorious sound, and shoved him back just enough to point at the puddle. 'Don't waste it, worm. Lick up your own mess too. Show everyone how you devour every drop like the filthy slave you are.' Trembling, Rian lowered his head, his tongue darting out to lap at the cooling semen on the cobblestones. The taste was acrid, mingled with dirt, but he obeyed, gagging slightly as the onlookers roared their approval.
It was then that a shadow fell over the scene, heavy footsteps announcing the arrival of Duke Thorne. The massive noble strode into the square, his armored boots thudding against the stone, eyes locked on Elara's exposed form with predatory hunger. The crowd parted like waves before a storm, whispers turning to excited murmurs. 'Enough of this farce,' Thorne bellowed, his voice booming across the plaza. 'That wench is mine now. Harlan's had his turn now watch how a real man claims his prize.'
Harlan stepped back with a smirk, wiping sweat from his brow, but Rian was frozen in place, his face still smeared with fluids. Thorne's guards flanked him, ensuring no one interfered as he grabbed Elara by the arm, hauling her to her feet. She gasped, a flicker of fear crossing her features, but the duke silenced her with a brutal slap across the cheek that echoed loudly. 'On your hands and knees, bitch. Spread those legs for me right here, where every soul in the city can witness your ruin.'
Elara dropped to all fours, her body shaking as Thorne unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, letting his massive cock spring free thick, veined, and already hard with intent. The crowd pressed closer, a sea of leering faces, some cheering, others placing bets on how long she'd last. Rian was forced to his knees nearby, one of the guards pinning his shoulders down. 'Watch closely, cuckold,' Thorne growled at him. 'See how a woman like her was meant to be broken.'
Without preamble, Thorne gripped Elara's hips and slammed into her from behind, his girth stretching her abused pussy to its limits. She cried out, a raw scream that mixed pain and unwilling ecstasy, her fingers clawing at the ground as he set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was savage, his balls slapping against her with wet smacks, driving deeper than Harlan ever had. Thorne's hands roamed roughly mauling her breasts, twisting her nipples until she sobbed while he fucked her like a beast, grunting with every brutal plunge.
Rian's view was unobstructed, inches away, the duke's cock pistoning in and out of Elara's clenching hole, coated in a sheen of her juices and the remnants of previous loads. Her moans turned guttural, body rocking forward with the force of it, tears streaming down her face even as her hips began to buck back instinctively. The public spectacle fueled Thorne's dominance; he leaned over her, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, marking her as his conquest. 'Scream for them, slut. Let the whole kingdom know you're just a hole for men like me.'
The assault dragged on, Thorne's stamina unyielding, pounding her relentlessly until her cries fractured into broken pleas. Rian could only stare, his own body limp with exhaustion and shame, the taste of cum still lingering on his tongue as the duke finally roared his release, flooding her depths with hot spurts that overflowed and dripped down her thighs. Elara collapsed forward, spent and quivering, while Thorne pulled out with a satisfied groan, smearing the excess across her ass for the crowd to see.
'Your turn's over, boy,' Thorne said to Rian, kicking him lightly in the ribs. 'Clean her up again if you can stomach another man's seed mixed with your lady's tears.' The square erupted in laughter, the brutal display etched into every witness's memory.