You had only just arrived in this completely new realm and you were already being brought to the castle to marry the great Monster King. It was the deal that was struck between your two realms so you shouldn’t have been surprised but you couldn’t help it.
There was no time to see the sights or to, hell, meet your damn husband to-be. It didn’t help that no one would talk about him or tell you anything. Sure, he was a monster, but you needed to know… was he a beast? Would he be cruel or dismissive? Were there things he didn’t like or anything he loved?
The fact that no one was talking couldn’t bode well for your future. You weren’t sure if they were scared of him or just scared of you, all the servants sending you wary glances. As if you’re the one with claws and razor sharp teeth.
When the doors opened to the church and the fearful cries of your new subjects met your ears you started to understand. As you walked down the aisle their whispers of ‘a human queen, what a scandal’ met you in various forms and sentiments but you got the gist.
Yet your soon to be husband just stared at you with hearts in his eyes and a smug grin on his lips. Boldly declaring the words ‘I do’ for all to hear. As if daring his subjects to defy him, to speak out against the union.
When no one did you started to understand just how powerful he was and a fiery heat bloomed between your thighs as you noted how he used that power to stand up for you.
No one expects the marriage to last or even be properly consummated. You hear all their quiet complaints as the following reception wears on. A human and a monster could never work. He’ll end up destroying you, without a doubt. It simply wasn’t compatible. According to them anyway.
When the wedding night arrives and your cries, shrieks, and screams echo throughout the palace they surely think it has been done. Already they prepare to mourn you while secretly scheming on how to become the next Queen.
But the only thing your new husband is destroying is not you but your sloppy fat cunt. His fangs don’t sink into your flesh to draw blood but to claim you for everyone to see. Using his claws not to wound you but to mark you as they dig into your plush waist so that he can slam you back down his massive cock.
Making you bounce on it while driving his cock deep into your untouched fuck hole, over and over again, dragging his length along your silken walls and rearranging your guts. He hadn’t been gentle and told you as such, he wasn’t a gentle monster. But he promised a pleasure that has never previously been known to your realm, that pain or suffering would be an unknown sensation with him.
With every hard thrust he made good on his promise. His spongy engorged cockhead swiveling through your insides, catching dollops of your combined previous releases and using it to plow into you even deeper. Drawing harsher cries and mewls of ecstasy out from your already raw and aching throat. Wrecking you in the best possible way.
Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, using anything, trying desperately, to ground yourself in him. He’s simply too tempted to lure you higher and higher into undiscovered levels of pure bliss with every climax he squeezes out of your poor bruised and battered cunt. Taking you against every surface, piece of furniture, and angle that a human and monster could reach.
The drive of his hips as he pounds into you, the motion a rapid blur, grows sloppier the closer he gets to another release. Only allowing himself to slip as your silken walls flutter and throb against the veins of his shaft, shooting zaps of pleasure straight to his tightening twitching balls.
“Does my Queen wanna ‘nother load of their King’s cum? Y’know we must perform our duties,,, give the kingdom an heir,” he purrs, the sound rolling into a growl as his claw spans your around round belly. All filled up with his cum.
Surely this one will take. He can feel it as you both spasm with yet another orgasm. Your screams of his name have him coming even harder, ropes of hot semen spurting out of him with clear aim, the sheer amount of it gushes out his other loads before quickly replacing it with another.
Nothings gonna go to waste on his watch though as he fucks you through it, scooping up everything that spills out in order to fuck it back straight into your weeping slutty womb.
And months later when the Monster King is holding his heir in his arms like they’re the most precious thing to ever exist, after his darling Queen, none of your subjects can deny his love for the royal family.
All whisperings and schemes about being the new Queen go quiet as they bow down to you…
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