The guards jumped a bit as the beastman finally spoke his first words, such a low and deep voice was indeed intimating to most. The king would inwardly jump as well since he was already frustrated with the beastman and his stance from earlier. The guards quieted down and just talked among themselves thinking the beastman was already halfway asleep. "Do you think the king is mad...the way he dragged up her up those steps werent good..." one whispered, "I think its just another night of avoiding the master bedroom as you know how he gets with her" the other said frowning.<br/><br/>Celeste didnt make a noise as she was pushed in the room and onto the bed, she just looked off to the side as her dress was ripped. Another dress she would have ro repair as she did like the dress she was wearing today. She closed her eyes as her already tender and marked up breasts were roughed up once again. The  licking of her neck relaxed her a bit and her sigh a bit in pleasure, her breast being grabbed hurt a bit little bit, but the king always seemed to know the perfect mixture to get her to submit even if a little bit. The first night, after the wedding the kind did everything under the sun plus more to see what the queen could tolerate, hated, enjoyed, and made her relax into things, or things that made her quiver in pleasure. Which was why there was always some kind of restraint tool on each corner of the King's master bed, made for smaller wrists of course.