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King Verona || 52 || Master ❛ ———Now he's back more powerful than ever, this time he'll stand before us and he'll reign forever. And all of this glory of royalty beyond measure; there's no stopping him now, it can't get any better...❜

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kennedyadams:

“It takes a lot to tear me apart,” she let out a soft whine when he made it abundantly clear that he would not be helping her, almost annoyed that he’d even ask her where she wanted his hands if he wasn’t going to listen and suit her needs.  Kennedy knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking to think that he would help her in such a manner, but as his hands directed her body she could only silently follow their orders as she grinded against him, a moan escaping as her head was yanked back with force.  Fuck, she loved when her hair was pulled, her bottom half rolling against his crotch in a more deliberate manner as she could feel him hardening beneath her.  "Of course,“ she mused tugging her head to the side for more pressure against his hand again, "god forbid we work together…”  She didn’t mind though, and when he told her to give him more several ideas came to mind.  "What’s the point?“  She asked, a defiant little gleam in her eyes as her hand slid further between them as she brushed it against his concealed erection.  "It’s not like you’ll give it to me,” though she knew one thing that he’d give her, “I want your shorts off.”  She was here to work for him after all so what she wanted had to involve him right?  If that was the sort of game he wanted to play than so be it, she’d have no qualms playing along.

        ❛ ———i’ll make it look easy,” king hissed, his voice going gruff from his arousal. normally, he would’ve grown tired of hearing this “banter” from the mouth of a bitch and either clocked her or stuck a few fingers down her throat to shut her up, but he wasn’t minding it so much now. not when she was so clearly giving into his whims. things would be much better for the both of them once she broke. his praises to her would be only the way his eyes glinted in the moonlight, completely enthralled with each noise she let out and every slight contort of her face. still, her efforts were better not perfect ... not what he wanted... “the point is,” king drawled out, accentuating his words with a prolonged drap of his stiffened dick right between the apex of her thighs. “i asked for more.” she didn’t need to know that the silver bracelet he was given had been burning a hole in his pocket since she started teasing him from the shore or that he was dying to peel away these layers and slip inside of her body. all the asset needed to keep in her pretty little head was that his pleasure was her pleasure. any alternate thinking was backward and wrong. “no no, not like that,” king tsked, wrapping his hand more in his hand for a firmer hold and pulling her neck back even more, stressing her back as their grinding grew quicker in speed and shallower in depth. their bodies were completely, erotically, frotting now, with king's hand on her ass flexing and releasing repeatedly as to knead the plump flesh of her thick behind. “don’t make demands and you’ll be surprised at what i’ll give ya. beg for it, like a good little whore. look me in the eyes and beg for what ya want. in detail... ❜

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       ❛ ———my favorite conversation to have with a bitch.❜

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kennedyadams:

“I wouldn’t mind a little exhibition into what you’re hiding,” she smirked as the tone in his voice was driving her fucking wild with desire.  There was just something about tonight that drew who she used to be out of her, though the beaches were never this nice back in New York.  "Desperately,“ she purred as she felt her body pressed against his, his hands finding her ass as she could only let out a soft hum at just how nice it’d felt - she sure did love a rough touch.  She went as far as to wrap her legs around his waist when he scooped her up, her head laying back letting him pay all the attention to her body that he wanted.  His question though, she wondered just how bold she could be in response, though he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want an honest answer right?  She wiggled in his grip as she leaned in so that her lips were a mere inch from his ear, "I want them between my legs…”  She whispered, though that was hardly a good enough explanation and he deserved more.  She went as far as to show him with her own hand, sneaking it between their bodies as she began to rub her pussy through her bikini bottom.  "Think you could do that for me?“  She asked, pouting out her bottom lip as she continued to try to entice him to take over.

       ❛ ———careful what you wish for ... men like me’ll tear you apart if you give us a chance...” but king knew that men like him didn’t exist. he stood on a pedestal all on his own and no amount of booze could ever make him truly forget. there was a sweetness in her voice and a sensation he got from gripping her thick curves that triggered his memory of this asset; haughty bitch that tried and failed to knock down his hard on during one of king’s hornier days back at the hub. my my, how the tables have turned... she was performing alright, but it simply wasn’t enough. king let her go on as she pleased, but “cute” really wasn’t his cup of tea. he began to direct her lower half into a slow, sensuous grind, their crotches rubbing together as he continued to wade into the sea. sharp breaths and barely audible grunts were the only responses she’d get from him until the curled hand that scraped up her back took hold of her hair and yanked her head away from his ear. “i ain’t doin’ a damn thing for you, babygirl. you’re here to work for me,” he corrected her sternly, though the lopsided grin on his face was out of character for his words and actions. king fell into rhythm with her hips, the firm hold on her ass spilling out of his hand continuing to direct her in her dance. “if you please me, i’ll reward you. now gimme more.” king’s eyes glinted as he started to harden in his swimsuit, picking up his own pace a bit to keep their crotches grinding fervently against each other. “tell me what ya want from me, you tricky little cunt.❜

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delcneyss:

          • INNOCENT BUT SATISFIED described the last expression on her cheeks, before furrowed brows and a hint of fear flashed before her eyes. stepping backwards her slowed reaction did her no favours in stumbling back into a heavier crowd. it wasn’t quick enough.

she woke with a barely audible groan, hand reaching to rub her face. at first contact of finger to forehead, however, she winces and it all comes tumbling back to her. in a poor attempt to remain unnoticed, she stays still, hoping to gather her thoughts before proceeding. the pulsing in her head is loud, and it drowns out any ideas she may have had. the linen sheets of a bed she’d often associate with safety suddenly refused to allow her that sense of security anymore. goosebumps rising across her skin, she cursed at herself for not opting for a more conservative swimsuit for the night. her arm remained played across her chest as she laid on her side, front facing the wall. body heat gave her little warmth but in the very least, it shielded one’s vision from her taut nipples pushing at the scuba material. she was cold — nothing more. the warmth of the alcohol had well and truly worn off, leaving her uncertain and vulnerable. 

        it was a little too easy this time. king took little pleasure in seeing the asset drop like a rock and even less in the way he manipulated the guards with his “concern” for the asset’s well being enough to convince them to take her back to her bunk a little early. really, watching her breathe was more interesting than the whole ordeal, but he was a man who could keep himself entertained for hours. from the way she lazily came to it was pretty obvious that she was clueless to the man in the mask sitting in a chair right behind her or the things he wanted to do to her body. king’s smile stretched across his face as his hand carefully snaked up to the lei he’d wrapped around her neck shortly after knocking her out, only to yank it violently to pull her half off the edge of the bed. he wanted her confused and panicked, purposefully tightening the garland enough to apply stress to her throat but not enough to choke her entirely. king looked down on her struggling, fear struck face with glee, his eyes immediately drawn to her parted mouth searching for air. if not for the tiki mask, he might’ve kissed her right there, but instead, he simply shoved the open bottle of vodka he held right between her beautiful lips and tilted the bottle, forcing her to chug instead of breathe.

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jessicxweiss:

“the way i see it, you bumped into me” she said back teasingly, not really giving a damn who was standing in front of her. she would’ve said the same thing if it was a woman, an asset, someone from the staff…she was THAT wasted, that jessica had gotten to the place where she had NO filter. “mhm. the BEST time.” jess nodded in an agreement before she felt him pulling her closer, the grip he had on her elbow a bit too rough for a friendly encounter. “i can still handle myself, don’t worry. you don’t look exactly sober too.” a chuckle left her plump lips before she tried to get out of his grip. “i want another cocktail.” the mistress pouted, looking over her shoulder at the people behind them. there was quite the distance from where they were standing to where jessica was. “come on, let’s go.”

      ❛ ———so i did. my bad.” the liquor in his blood was keeping him so “easy” to deal with and in the partying mood, king was pretty drunk just as she pointed out. of course, the sensation of her titties brushing against his torso didn’t hurt either, so the moment she started to pull away was the moment his grip on her elbow started to tighten just a little, keeping her close. “you don’t want another cocktail,” king interjected. “you want a real drink, and a good time with a handsome guy, don’tchya?” he was chuckling already, bringing the whiskey bottle in his hand close to her face. “i can be fun, can’t you?❜

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kennedyadams:

“I’m sure someone digs deep enough they’ll find something,” she teased as she turned to face him once she was out as far as her thighs.  She couldn’t go too far too fast or he’d get bored and leave, and Kennedy didn’t want that right now, not when her body was starving for attention.  Hearing him call her dangerous you could see that twinkle in her eye as her smirk grew wider, “you have no idea…”  Kennedy knew how to get what she wanted, and sure enough as soon as she saw him starting to unbutton his shirt she let out a little excited laugh.  Now things were bound to start getting fun, especially given what came from his lips next.  "I hope you do, I want them there,“ her boldness, a trait she had back home that she’d lost coming here, but this taste of freedom for just one night had it shining through once more.  "Do I look like i’m running away?”  She cocked an eyebrow as she watched him come closer, happy to have gotten him to agree to her little swim so easily.

        ❛ ———wanna try diggin’ into me, sweetheart? see what’s inside?” king cooed, his voice going hoarse at the end of his words with the growl resonating in his chest. eyes of a predator remained locked on her body, his shirt falling forgotten to the shore as he caught up to her in the ocean. king was quick to wrap his hands around her hips and pull his chest into his, backing her up a few steps with that sickening smirk on his lips that convey his every intention. “yeah, i bet you do baby. dirty minx like you’s been itchin’ for a touch all night, huh?” despite his drunkenness, king was still able to be himself, predictably sliding his hands from the asset’s waist to her ass, fondling her just for a moment before clapping his large paws over her cheeks and squeezing them harder. “nah, you ain’t goin’ nowhere. we’re gonna take a swim together now.” he grinned as he scooped her up easily by the ass, walking them both further into the ocean while sloppily making out with her clavicle. “tell me, where do you want my hands? what do you want ‘em to do to ya?❜

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sonyaxbelova:

she continued dusting herself off, getting most of the sand off but there was still some stuck on her clothes, the red fabric having small little beige dots on it now. the girl noticed that he was most likely wasted, a small sigh leaving her lips. “i’m taking a break from the crazy going over there.” she said truthfully. between hiding identity && trying to be a good little asset, when in reality she was a top bitch, she was having a hard time adjusting to the place. not to mention that she never liked parties. “how many drinks have you had?” sonya asked, glancing up at the man.

      ❛ ———sounds to me like you ain’t doin’ your job, sweetpea. you shouldn’t get breaks.” even a drunk king knew that her holes were being put to waste all the way out here. the guards must’ve been having a good time themselves because king would’ve much preferred if they kept the assets accessible during the whole bacchanal. “enough, countin’ is for bitches on diet. not too much that i can’t get it up, though whiskey dick just miiiight be a problem,” king chortled, unashamed of his vulgarity. “how many have you had? you seem ... sober. ❜

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delcneyss:

          • CURIOSITY HAD STOLEN HER attention. inquisitive delaney — it’s a sight very hardly seen. from crawling days, she has had everything handed to her at the first second of her cry. knowledge was no exception. there was always someone trusted who would come kneeling with a silver platter at every concern that came to mind. this time? there was no one — either no one she knew well enough, or no one in their mind right enough. a curious mind coupled with a foreign territory concocts a deadly mix, and delaney had a hungry mind, craving a fix. she is too proud to make that first confrontation. she is a calder. if she were to choose between leaving the mixer curiosity unquenched, pride intact, or satisfied, but embarrassed, she would choose the latter in half a heartbeat. perhaps, however, she was confusing curiosity with confusion. the heat in her cheeks could be credited to a messy blend of alcohol and humidity. sitting my the bonfire may have been her first mistake, but she was certain the mask was there. through the flames, there was definitely a glimpse. a blink, and he is gone. it feels like deja vu, because she’s been here, he’s done that. on the dance floor. by the bar. as she’s swimming with kennedy. while she’s speaking with dylan. she’s been there. surely, it isn’t merely a play of light when he catches her eye from atop a hill. but even in her lesser state, her pride is one that prevails. she lingers upon the outskirts of the assembly — far enough to show some level of inquisition, but she isn’t desperate. if it’s a game he wants to play, she isn’t one to chase. 

        stupid little whore, aren’t you scared? the thought bounced around in his head for a bit while he swayed some in his drunken stupor. the finger his distinguishable ring usually rested on tapped agitatedly against the top of the liquor bottle, his tell that he felt off balance with a bare finger and wanted nothing more than to take another drink right now. but this bottle wasn't for him. that’s alright, you will be. did she even know how stimulating she was to his predator’s side? did she even know what she was doing to him? king wasn’t the obsessive or even possessive type---at least when it came to anything that wasn’t his money---but the cunt was screwing with his head. it’s a good thing the island gave him rights to her body. after standing in wait for a while longer, king started to make his move. the alcohol in his blood didn’t seem to slow him down either. he slid down the dune methodically and without a stumble until he was on flat shore with her, quickly approaching her space. if the tiki mask wasn’t covering his face, she would’ve seen the sick smile he sprouted as he peeled the lei over his head and began swinging it in circles. such nuances would’ve been lost to her, though she might’ve gotten a clear indication of all the things he was feeling in the moment once he smacked her forehead with the vodka bottle the instant he was close enough to and subsequentially began to get noticeably hard beneath his thin, cotton pants. 

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jessicxweiss:

jess was walking down the beach, a cocktail glass in her hand as she was eyeing the people around her, looking through the crowd for her friend which she had come with. however, six cocktails later she was stumbling down the beach line, chuckling to herself after making out with one of the assets. before she knew it, her frame met someone else’s. “oops!” she exclaimed, glancing up at the taller person in front of her. “why, hello, there. are you…” she chuckled again. “…are you having fun?” the brunette giggled again, losing balance && again bumping into the person. “oops again.”

       ❛ ———need to learn how to watch where we’re goin’ huh?” king joked as his body remained rock solid in place despite how drunk he was. little bitch like her couldn’t know him off his feet if she tried. however, he wasn’t even angered by the interruption. in fact, king’s lazy grin grew wider when he realized just how inebriated she was and that she may have needed a gentleman’s touch. “i’m havin’ a great time. looks like you are too,” he chortled, his arm reaching out the catch her elbow and bring her in a little closer. “hello yourself. had a bit much to drink tonight, sweetheart?❜

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sonyaxbelova:

sonya could never enjoy the mixer, given WHY she was on the island. she wasn’t there to have fun or explore her darkest kinks. nope. she was there, because of something much more dangerous. the blonde was sitting down on beach line, sand getting literally EVERYWHERE, as she kept her eyes on the bonfire. she didn’t even have a drink in her hand, already feeling like she couldn’t breathe around so many people. that’s when someone threw sand all over her as he walked pass by her. “excuse YOU!” she shouted, raising a brow, as she started dusting off the sand.

       ❛ ———hmmph? er----uuuhh...” unfortunately for her, king was pretty drunk. so much in fact that he didn’t even see the asset sitting there let alone realized his heavy footsteps kicked sand on her. in truth, he was just walking by but the shrill cries of some chihuahua had him turning around and looking confused in his stupor. once he blinked a couple times and his eyes settled a little lower than his direct line of sight, he couldn’t help but start laughing. “well shit, didn’t even see y’there, sugar. what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ out here all by herself?❜

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lucrczla:

She wasn’t much of a drinker, even in school she didn’t go searching for alcohol. One time during her freshman year she did go to a Delta Sigma Iota party and ended up with a wild hangover the next morning, but since had found herself fairly controlled. This little mixer however, why not? She had no plans to get drunk, but with some of the experiences she had, a glass of wine couldn’t hurt. That’s what she said about 4 glasses ago. 

Having put her most recent glass down, she began twirling. Giggling as she drunkenly danced she paid no attention as she twirled her way into another person. Gaining her composure she looked at the other in worry. “Oh my gosh. I am… so sorry. Are you okay?”

       ❛ ———shit, i don’t mind none.” king had caught the asset to prevent it from falling, the little girl clearly a drink or two over her limit. her reddened cheeks, glossy eyes, and bubbly dancing were all fairly cute, causing king’s chest to rumble a bit as his arms tightened around her body even more. it was obvious he wasn’t intending to let her go. instead, he started to sway a bit with her to the music, engaging them in a little dance of their own. “tiny thing like you? think you could really hurt me?” he chuckled, his face dropping a bit closer to her neck. “want another drink? you look like you could use one...❜

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altcrnatives:

‘ i’m not drunk. ’ with that statement, étienne tripped over his feet, falling onto his knees in the least gracious way possible to man. he didn’t intend on getting wasted in the first place, but it just — happened. ‘ maybe i’m a little drunk. ’

       ❛ ———baby, you’re more than a little,” king said, grinning down on the boy who fell right in front of his chair. “why don’t you take a breather, hm? sit down and reorient yourself?” he leaned forward and began running his hand back through the drunk asset’s locks, gripping tightly when he reached the back of its skull and tugged ever-so-slightly. “or you could stay right here, let me help you find true north again.❜

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nly-a-man:

Seph had been sitting by himself for a while now, mainly people-watching as he sipped  a glass of wine with a soft hum. “Y’know, I almost feel like young Anakin Skywalker or something, all like ‘I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere’ and all that. But all in all, it’s a good time. You having fun, though?” he asked, not full expecting an answer.

        ❛ ———kid, i ain’t got a fuckin’ clue what you’re talking about,” king chuckled, reaching over the bar to switch the empty bottle of liquor in his hand for another of the top shelf selection. “but y’know what i’m hearin’ from your mouth? bitchin’ and moanin’ and other useless shit.” making a satisfied ‘ahh’ noise once he plucked an unopened bottle of lagavulin from behind the counter, king finally looked at the kid playing it safe off to the side. the only reason he addressed the pretty boy in the first place was that he was feeling pretty happy himself, but taking a moment to actually look at the loner put a slight damper on his mood. “i’m havin’ a phenomenal time, but that’s ‘cuz i know how to party.” with a grin, king swiped two glasses from the bar as well, cracked open the whiskey tossing the cap god knows where, poured two glasses, and subsequentially slapped the other’s wine glass right out of his hand so he could offer the cuck a real drink. “that bitch sauce ain’t gonna do shit for you. drink like a man and you’ll have a good time for sure.❜

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@delcneyss

        if anything, king’s dress for the mixer was underwhelming at best; he’d chosen to sport white cotton clothing that covered his entire body from neck to ankle, sandals that had been drunkenly discarded a couple hours ago, and a colorful lei that one of the island’s staff draped around his neck once he first arrived on the beach. king was entirely indiscernible from any other partygoer with the exception of the large tiki mask he tied to his face a couple hours ago. with good reason too. there she was, minding her own business and enjoying the festivities without a care in the world. the silver bracelet he was given had been burning a hole in his pocket since he laid eyes on her and started stalking his prey, but simply taking his prize with none of the hunt seemed far too easy. king was pretty drunk already and hadn’t thought much about the game he was playing with her, but for the past couple of hours hidden behind the tiki mask, he’d skulked in her periphery, peered at her only through the bonfire, and did everything he could to seem more like an apparition instead of a man moving wherever she went until she made the mistake of slipping a little too close to the shore away from light of the fire. king stood on a hill looking down to the valley of the shore where she waited, his prey, the pale moonlight illuminating the shadows of his eerily smiling mask and causing the bottle of vodka in his hand to glint.