king is fucking so mean. it always sounds like he's mad at you, how pathetic your human body is and how ridiculous you are when you beg him to breed you.
A/N: surprise, double meal. i was spiraling, thinking about the hcs i wrote just here for king. had to write down my thoughts more properly. ☆
CW: f!reader, established relationship, begging, slight belly bulge, size kink (you're free to imagine reader size… lol), v sex, biting, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, domination, dumbification, breath play, dacryphilia, creampie/breeding denial
WC: 1,9k
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King’s strong hand pins your head to the pillow firmly, his cock dragging over your ass cheeks, the piercing on his thick cockhead leaving a trail of precum on your skin. His weight presses down on you, forcing an arch in your back that makes you shudder helplessly beneath him - he hasn’t even pushed in yet.
“Pathetic. Should I ever bother fucking you? Might break that weak little cunt…” Tone dripping with raw disdain, he looks down at your frame spread flat on your stomach, judging your human form with annoyance - how puny you are compared to his Lunarian physique. He could reduce you to ashes with his fire - flames dancing on his fingers, creating pretty patterns on your skin before disappearing in a blink.
King flattens you deeper into the mattress, crushing you down under his massive figure, his hand tangling on your hair, tightening, making sure your face is buried and you won’t dare look at him. “Please…” You beg, muffling needy moans against the tissue.
“Please what? Please go easy on you? Please not tear you apart?” He scoffs at your pitiful plea, his hips giving a slight thrust that glides his big, pierced cock between your ass cheeks, the tip pressing against your wet cunt, making you feel the metal ring of his prince albert.
“I can take it… please, I-” you beg again, bucking your hips. King grabs a handful of your hair roughly, lifting up your head only to embed it more firmly into the mattress to silence your ridiculous pleas.
“Liar.” He grunts close to your ear. “You always scream and cry when I’m halfway in. The only thing you end up begging for is mercy, and you know I don’t have any.”
He rubs his tip up and down your slit. “If you scream, I’ll shove the pillow in your mouth or just choke you,” he warns, pushing forward, stretching your cunt obscenely around his thick cockhead. The piercing is cold, rubbing against your walls. You choke on a scream into the pillow, clawing at the sheets as tears instantly spring to your eyes. King's hand tightens cruelly in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “See. You’re already screaming and I’m not even halfway,” he snarls directly into your ear through clenched teeth. “One good thrust and I could snap your spine.”
You’re so damn tight around him, it’s unnerving. It shouldn’t be that pleasant.
It’s wrong.
You’re wrong.
Deliciously wrong.
“That fucking pathetic cunt… clenching around me like a vice. Struggling to take me. Pathetic body designed to be bred by weak species with small dicks.” He mocks cruelly, sliding deeper inside you, deep enough to make your whole body shift on the mattress. “Fuck…” Cursing under his breath, he pulls out slightly before slamming back, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass. His thrusts are so violent the bed frame shakes, his piercing dragging deliciously against your inner walls with each stroke.
King is not kind.
Never.
He snaps his hips brutally as if he was mad at you, this damn weak body, this annoyingly perfect pussy squeezing him so good, so wrong. “You’re embarrassing,” he whispers, watching how you squirm, moan, coating his cock with your wetness. His fingers are tangled so tightly on your hair your scalp burns, his free hand sliding under your pinned body to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you beyond relief.
He’s fucking you like if you were his worst enemy, his angry pace driving his cock deeper into you to punish that body way too perfect around his girth. “Fucking… cunt,” he snarls with each thrust, pulling out almost all the way and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so hard his piercing bullies your cervix. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh with the room - his hips snapping against your ass cheeks, his balls smacking against your wet cunt.
Voice high-pitched, mind hazy, dizzy, eyes rolling back and drooling on the sheets, skin dewy with sweat, your whole body jolt under each punishing stroke - his thrusts are meant to remind you of your place.
Beneath him.
At his mercy.
Gripping the pillow as it was your lifeline, you uncontrollably start to crawl on the mattress, overwhelmed, fucked dumb, moans reduced to incoherent wails. King watches your struggle with dark satisfaction, slamming against your cervix repeatedly. “I thought you could take it,” He grunts, keeping you pinned down and helpless. Your frame practically slides up the bed, spit strings hanging from your mouth to the pillow.
With his both hands, he presses on the small of your back, almost breaking your spine, arching you in an unnatural, sadistic angle, just to admire the jiggles of your flesh, how you clench and unclench your fists before giving up, limbs totally incoherent, jerky.
Methodically, he pulls out until just the tip remains before slamming back in deep, his piercing brushing your cervix, bullying your sensitive walls. You don’t even know if what you’re hearing is your skin slapping against his or your brain rattling. Your arms flop uselessly beside you, toes curling. Reduced to a quivering mess, losing the control of your limbs badly, your legs kick in the air uncontrollably, splaying out to the side like a doll, before kicking the air again. You choke on your own moans so loudly King furrows his eyebrows. “Choking on my cock, chocking on your moans, chocking on your own breaths... Begging me to choke you?”
King wraps one big arm around your throat, squeezing tightly, cutting off your hair supply, using his chokehold to keep you pinned while he pounds into you. Only when you cough, he releases his grip, keeping you at the very edge of passing out. Your feet keeps jerking weakly, your eyes rolling back, your head spinning.
You’re full.
Full of King, only King, drowning in a sea of fire, nothing else matters.
Choking on your moans, your sobs, your cries until spots dance in your vision, crybaby tears running down your cheeks, you try to speak but only broken whines fall from your lips. “Keep crying, you know I love this.” King snarls, wiping your tears with his thumb only to lick them, savoring the salty taste.
He’s forcing himself so deep you can’t even hear anymore, just shriek in confused pleasure twisted with pain, coating his cock with your dripping wet cunt. Breathing heavily, kicking the air, you clench around King's girth as if you were trying to hold onto something desperately, the wet sounds so loud, lewd, indecent. He keeps dragging his length in and out of your soaking wet hole, focused solely on rearranging your guts and punching against your sweet spot.
You try to say something, but air rushes out of your lungs, incoherent sounds spilling out your mouth as you cum loudly, squirting on his cock, making a mess down your thighs and on the sheets beneath you. King doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, biting on your shoulder, his raspy breaths music to your ears as he lets go of your throat to tangle his thick fingers in your hair. “Fucking slut always squirting on my dick…” He doesn’t even slow down, pounding into your oversensitive pussy until you cum instantly from the stimulation of his piercing and how nice he’s stretching you. You sob into the pillow, savoring how nice King's chest feels against your back, his long white hair so soft like silk on your skin, his lips too delicate for the obscenity he’s whispering to your ear. “Squeezing around me like you won’t let me go. Milking me like a pathetic slut…”
Despite the foggy state of your mind, you babble. “Inside me…”
“What was that?” He mutters, dragging his piercing with each stroke, his balls smacking against your pussy. A slight, wicked grin curls his lips as he listens to your embarrassing begging - you’re so desperate it’s entertaining. “Want me to cum inside you?” He teases cruelly, sending waves of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. “Beg.”
“Please… need you… i-inside m-” You stutter, unable to create elaborate sentences. Without any sympathy, King slaps your leaking cunt hard. “What was even that? Say it properly.”
The piercing is overstimulating you, making every thrust feel like both heaven and hell. “Say it.” He spanks your ass cheek roughly. “Say you want me to breed you.”
Eyes rolling back, vision almost blank, drooling, you scream into the pillow. “..breed me-please breed me-please” Voice wrecked, ruined, you don’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks as you keep whining like a mindless slut.
“Louder.” King snaps again, punishing you with a mean stroke until you cry out loud, your lungs giving up.
“Dumb slut…” He mutters, but his hips move faster, chasing his own release. “You’re really going to take all my cum deep inside you like a good girl?”
Only a muffled sound spills out of your swollen lips. King's cock twitches and pulses around you, your feet helplessly kicking the air as you feel him so close to fill you up - until he brutally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you with a gaping slippery, sloppy hole. “Pathetic. You really thought I would breed a human body?” He spits on your cunt, slapping his fat cockhead against your slit. “You’re not worthy.” He leaves you empty and dripping, watching your pussy with a confused mix of disdain and fascination.
You were so warm and tight around him.
Fucking unnerving.
His gaze linger on your exhausted form trembling crazily, his fist pumping his cock. “You can’t even control your muscles,” he scoffs, shifting his massive frame to kneel beside your head. With one hand, he turns your face to a side to expose your flushed cheek. “Eyes closed.” He snarls, not even allowing you to see his face, your lashes fluttering close under his command.
His piercing glints under the dim light. “Open your mouth,” he adds abruptly - not for a kiss, only for you to swallow his cum. You won’t waste a single drop. Thick, hot ropes of seed splatters across your cheeks and down your mouth. It splashes messily, dripping into the corner of your mouth and onto your tongue. He keeps pumping his cum until your cheek is coated with white, sticky seed. King milks himself dry, smearing his seed on your swollen lips with his tip, watching how you stupidly lick him clean, swallowing every single drop you manage to get. “Look at you swallowing like a slut… It won’t breed you, you know? This fucking cunt is not worthy of my offspring.”
Slowly, King let go of you, looking down at your shuddering body - sloppy cunt, face covered with his seed, sweat and goosebumps covering your skin.
He tangles his fingers into your hair one last time, biting on your shoulder. “Your little cunt… is the best I ever fucked. And I hate that. I hate how good you look, even covered with my seed.” He mutters under his breath, almost too low to hear as he watches your back covered in hickeys and bite marks, your thighs sticky, your legs twitching weakly, bruises on your hip and ass cheeks. “You’re so pathetic compared to me…”
Despite calling, you weak, pathetic and embarrassing all the time, his words almost sound like praises, at least in his language. “… yet you’re taking me so nicely. But don’t get any ideas, I still think you’re fucking weak. You just have a nice pussy.” He pauses, almost tenderly pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his huge, black wings covering your naked frame in a warm embrace. “And I hate you.”
Sweet litotes.
Four words - one lie.
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·· Kinktober Day Thirty-One:
♡ Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader x King ♡
♡ Tags: Threesome, Spit Roasting, Double Penetration (P In V, Anal), Blow Job/Deepthroating, Hair Pulling, Anal Fingering (F!Receiving), Use Of Lube, Multiple Orgasms, Biting, Reader Is A Lunarian, Reader Is Of Similarish Size To Katakuri & King, PWP, Smut, 18+ MDNI
♡ Words: 2.2k
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A/N: I got a request for this exact pairing just before Kinktober kicked off and since I had this prompt already set up, I decided to use that request as my basis for this, so please enjoy 🖤
"..a NSFW fic about Katakuri x Reader x King please? I love the idea of them fought over the reader who are the last female lunarian, where Katakuri got some pressure to marry her bc of his mom ambition, and King that really want to repopulate with her."
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Resting on your forearms and knees, you looked up at Katakuri through your lashes, drinking in the light flush across his face before you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. A choked grunt came from him as his whole body twitched under the feel of his cock entering the soft, wet heat of your mouth. Starting slow, you moved your head up and down along his length, lips spread wide around his thick shaft.
Katakuri threaded his fingers through your hair while he panted lightly, his abs flexing with every breath as your mouth glided along him.
Behind you, the bed dipped and then King’s large hands were on your hips. Your back arched involuntarily, wings flaring out, as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance. A shiver danced across your skin while your knees spread further apart to make room for him, making your ass go higher in the air. One of King’s hands rubbed over from your hip to your ass cheek, massaging the fatty flesh before slapping it, making your lower half jolt. You heard Katakuri murmur a soft fuck above you, making your breathing pick up through your nose.
“Both.”
Your one worded answer left the two large men stunned – King more so than Katakuri, who had presumably already seen what you’d say.
“Both?” King repeated back, his brow arching. Katakuri remained silent but shifted his scarf to bury his face further into it.
Folding your arms across your chest, you raised your chin and held your ground, “Yes, both of you. That’s what I want.”
The two of them had spent the past few months vying for your hand – the last known female lunarian – and now this was what you had laid out in front of them. You had grown a real connection with both of these men and couldn’t - didn’t want to – decide between them. While it was in your hands how this all went down, you knew they could easily walk away from you still for such a decision.
But after exchanging a look, the two men had agreed to your desires, surprising you.
Even if they had to share you, they found they didn’t care because at the end of it all, the two of them just wanted to be with you.
Now, you had them in your bed, naked and pinning you between them.
Unable to wait any longer, you pushed your hips back to signal to King that you needed his cock and needed it now. King’s hand gripped your ass tightly as his other hand left your hip to direct his cock, rubbing the head of it along your folds and making you whine in protest.
As King showed you mercy, his thick cock slid into your pussy, stretching you deliciously, and you couldn’t help but moan around Katakuri’s length while your eyes lightly rolled back in their sockets. Katakuri’s hands gripped your hair tighter as his breath hitched, cock twitching inside your mouth.
King thrusted his cock all the way into you, his hips smacking up against your ass. Another moan came from you at the feel of him being so deep inside of you and it caused Katakuri to snap his own hips forward, shoving his cock further into your mouth.
A full-on tremble coursed through your body this time – the fullness of your mouth and your pussy making you writhe between them.
As you started to eagerly bob your head up and down Katakuri’s length, King started to thrust into you causing you grip the bed sheets harshly to anchor yourself. The noise of his hips slapping against your ass made your pussy clench around him and King groaned, his hands holding on tight to your hips. You hollowed your cheeks around Katakuri’s cock and moved your head so he glided down your throat, taking more of him every time you went.
Katakuri choked out a moan and started to meet your rhythm, thrusting his cock down your throat. Your whimper was muffled around him, your body burning hot with pleasure.
The two men groaned and panted and grunted as they thrusted into you, hands roaming over you and cocks entering your holes over and over. Your hands twisted around the sheets as you tried to keep up with their quickening paces, your breath coming out in short bursts through your nose.
You then felt King’s hand slide up your back – ignoring your fire since it didn’t bother him – and start to rub at the area of skin between your wings. It caused your body to thrash in pleasure, and your mouth slid off of Katakuri’s cock as a wanton moan ripped up your throat.
Katakuri panted heavily as he leaned back and watched as King continued to drill into you from behind, his hand now moving from that spot between your wings to caressing the shoulder of your wing.
A string of moans tumbled from your lips as you buried your face into the bed, your body completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Little known fact about us lunarians,” you could practically hear the smirk in King’s voice, “our wings are quite sensitive.”
As you cried out from his unrelenting pleasure, your hands went to Katakuri’s thighs, and you looked up at him with pleading eyes. Your saliva coated lips were slightly agape as you panted heavily and dug your nails into his legs, your pussy squeezing around King’s cock. Katakuri stared down at you wide eyed, pupils dilated with lust, and you moaned pathetically as you felt your body start to tense up.
A babble of yes and please spilled from you over and over as you kept your eye contact with Katakuri until your body finally gave in from King’s touch and brutal thrusts. Creasing your brow, you came hard around his cock, and a cry of ecstasy was pulled from your throat. It felt like sparks surged through your body as you twitched and trembled before you ultimately collapsed onto the bed, no longer able to hold yourself up.
As King slowed his touch and started to slowly rock his hips against you, once again you heard Katakuri let out a low, drawn out curse. You felt Katakuri’s fingers thread through your hair again and sighed, leaning into his soft touch as your brain started to feel hazy. King then pulled back and slid his cock out of you before removing himself from the bed.
“Good to still keep going?” Katakuri asked you and you lifted your head to reply with a smile and a yes. You knew what was next and a shiver of excitement ran along your skin.
“Take care of our girl for a moment,” King said as he walked away from the bed. His words our girl pierced through the haziness of your mind and you rubbed your thighs together.
Katakuri came around to scoop you up off the bed, your arms going around his neck and legs around his hips. Your body felt weightless and your wings twitched, feathers rustling. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Katakuri lied back and had you straddle him before he angled his cock to thrust up into your oversensitive pussy.
Moaning low in your throat, your hands braced themselves on his broad chest as he plunged his cock up into you repeatedly. The way his cock drove into you just right made your head whip back and back arch, pleasure rippling through you. Your breath came out rapidly as your pussy spasmed around his thick length, his big hands tight on your hips as he held you in place.
As a high-pitched cry came from you, King came back over and stood behind you, in between Katakuri’s spread legs. Then you felt his thick middle finger press against your puckered hole, already coated in lube and you pressed your lips together to suppress the whine that wanted to escape you. His finger slid into your asshole and your breath whooshed out of your lungs.
Katakuri’s thrusting didn’t stop as King pumped his finger in and out of you, and you leaned over Katakuri’s chest while you tried to catch your breath.
Soon, King added a second finger into your tight hole and just as you hung your head down to let out a sob, his other hand grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. He savagely thrusted his fingers into you while Katakuri continued to drive into your soaked pussy from below.
Your legs began to shake, and your breaths came out fast and ragged, laced with attempts at whines and moans, as you felt yet another orgasm build quickly.
King leaned closer to you, his lips right at your ear, “Gonna cum again already?” Those fingers of his curled inside of you and you gasped loudly.
“She’s so close.” Katakuri’s voice was low and husky as he thrusted into you even harder and your face scrunched up in ecstasy. Another orgasm crashed through you, and you let out a shuddering breath before a sob clawed its way up your throat. Giving your hair one last tug, King pulled your head back to give you a rough kiss. You moaned against his lips but before you could get too lost in it, he broke away from you.
As you caught your breath, King let go of your hair and slid his fingers out of you, making you inhale sharply. Your body slumped forward while your arms shook to keep you upright and Katakuri slowed down his thrusting.
Then you saw King reach for the bottle of lube that was on the bed – he must’ve placed it there when he came back over and you were so lost in Katakuri and his cock and King’s fingers that you didn’t notice.
From behind you, the sound of King slicking up his cock with the lube filled your ears and your pussy clenched, making Katakuri gasp.
This time, you felt King’s cock at your asshole and he whispered in your ear, “Lean forward, baby.”
Doing as he said, you leaned yourself across Katakuri’s torso, coming face to face with him. Just as King pressed his cock against your tight hole and started to breach that tight ring of muscle, making your body begin to tense, Katakuri kissed you.
You whimpered against his lips, but it helped distract you and caused your body to relax so King could keep pushing himself deeper into you. Katakuri’s large tongue delved into your mouth, and you moaned around his tongue.
As Katakuri toyed with your tongue, King eventually bottomed out in your ass, giving you time to stretch and adjust around him properly.
The feel of both of their cocks in you at once was overwhelming and you held onto Katakuri for dear life as you pulled away from his kiss. Sucking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and centered yourself.
“Look at her so full of our cocks,” King cooed, rubbing at your back. Katakuri groaned and gave you a quick kiss, “She’s so beautiful, taking them so well.”
You moaned at their praise, a flush spreading across your cheeks and down your chest as you opened your eyes again.
Then they both started to move and your mind went blank.
From below, you had Katakuri plunging up into you yet again and from behind, you had King thrusting his hips against your ass. All you could do moan and sob as your body rocked with theirs. Your breath was ragged in your throat, and you could barely get any air into your lungs, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to you right now were the two men holding onto you and giving you everything they had.
Your whole body felt on fire as their cocks entered you over and over. The way they both dragged along your inner walls simultaneously was driving you insane.
It was just too good and you were just so full.
As you breathlessly moaned, you clenched and unclenched around them, completely gone to the pleasure. Both men groaned loudly as their paces started to get messy.
With whispered chanting of their names, yet again an orgasm shattered through you – your strongest yet and you screamed in pure ecstasy. Your throat felt raw and your eyes glazed over but you still moaned for them, pawing at Katakuri’s shoulders.
As Katakuri’s orgasm hit him, he leaned forward and bit at your shoulder, making you cry out as those fangs of his dug into your flesh. He didn’t go too deep, but you knew it would leave a mark and that sent a thrill through you. A groan came from him as his hot cum spilled inside of you, making your eyes roll back at the sensation.
King didn’t last much longer either and soon he gave you a few more hard thrusts before he pressed himself all the way into your ass, filling you to the brim with his seed. He let loose a low growl as his wings flared out wide and the flame at his back burned hot and bright.
The three of you were a mess of tangled limbs, sweat, and heavy breathing. Their cum slowly dripped out of your impossibly full holes and you let out a deep breath, still in disbelief that this was reality.
To Katakuri, this situation had worked in his favor due to being able to still have you and not hand you over to his mother and in King’s eyes, he got his mate.
And for you, well, you had two beautiful men who meant everything to you.
Being apart of the royal guard means stability for life. All you have to do is win the jousts and gain the attention of the royal family. Simple really.
Warnings: NONCON, dubcon sorta?, smut, p in v, oral m receiving, shoe stuff (?? idk how else to tag that), dom/sub dynamic lowkey, explicit af, lots of violence and blood and gore
This is so long bro idk why I got so carried away. It's like 6k words idk.
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Sometimes you really fucking hated being a woman.
This was one of those times.
The crown would be holding a joust, with attendees of noble houses, military commandants, and large champion prizes. The flyer - which is really just a tawny piece of fabric - held excitable phrasing to entice any and all knights to fight for unimaginable riches.
Except it wasn't truly "any and all."
Women were not allowed to fight in tourneys or melees. It is seen as unfit, a disgrace. Women are far too weak and frail and blah blah blah...
You didn't care.
Looking at yourself in the reflection of the river, you felt a sense of pride. Sure, you're smaller than average, maybe a little less muscular than most men; but plenty of younger boys and men fought in these tourneys. Many have won.
And brute strength really isn't the deciding factor in winning. Your armor was cheap, dirty, and rusted. A gift, to some extent, by an old blacksmith who knew your parents. You did a few odd jobs here and there, and when he felt enough pity the poor old man would give you a wooden sword and a shield and let you have at it.
Your natural skills were impeccable. He noticed, most did too when they saw you.
What you lacked in size you made up for in agility and speed. Movements so precise that your sparring partners (fellow children of the village) did not see you move by the time the edge of your play-sword was at their throat.
The only thing holding you back was your sex. The blacksmith knew this and so he often tried to discourage you of your fantasies.
But a soft heart can only keep strength for so long.
As an adult your passions had never faltered, still swinging around swords with anyone who would entertain you. Your dream, however, changed. You did not want to be just any knight, giving your life on the battlefield with an honorable death. You wanted to belong to the crown, to serve them within the castle walls as a protector.
Was it because you cared for your kingdom's royalty? No, not at all actually. You figured they must pay pretty damn good and you knew your skills were good enough to land you the job.
You sighed, tying your hair to conceal it within your helmet.
The crown did not require proof of identity nor any pre requisitions for the joust. The hope was to bring talent from across the kingdom and beyond; to create a military so powerful even mercy would be violent.
You just needed to showcase your talents and not remove your helmet.
"Ser Jamys," they called to you, your falsified name almost slipping from your mind. "Shall battle against Ser Raaf."
You were both at attention, opposing sides cheering and screaming. Your horse is rather weak and a mutt, contrasting Ser Raaf who seems to be of high prestige. He is tall but thin, and you wondered if the crowd believed you to be a young boy about to die for petty glory.
The crown prince, Prince Terrin, was the first to cheer for you; the only one to hold up the red rose, its color designated to you by the announcer. In a sea of white roses, the prince's hand was almost like a small blood stain ruining the scenery.
Perhaps he did pity you. His blonde locks fell loosely to his ears, eyes a kind brown that crinkled as he offered a polite smile to the crowd before turning to the courtyard. No, he simply wanted to appraise himself; show his future subjects that he will support the underdog - and therefore them. The peasants who are constantly trampled upon by the upper class. His toothy grin was almost sadistic when it reached you.
As if to say, You will fail so take my support like a good dog.
You scoffed.
But you needed to show him that his decision to root for you was fated, that the red of the rose would represent the blood of your enemy as you'd reign victorious and eventually win the entire joust.
Prince Terrin's support, however fake it may be, is a step in the right direction.
Ser Raaf was the easiest opponent. Those that flaunt are always weakest, their shiny swords and beautiful horses meant to mask the lack of skill.
Every swing from Ser Raaf would end in a dodge and hit from you, eventually ending with the man falling from his horse and being trampled.
You could see a glint in the prince's eyes, intrigue.
"Why! Little Ser Jamys is not quite so little anymore!" The announcer called, your victory earning cheers from the crowd. You were exhausted but you figured this would be one of the easier feats. As more and more men are downed from their horses, the more difficult it will be to win.
You sat in the stable beside your horse, hay cushioning you from hitting the floor as you plopped down to rest until the day's joust would end. Then the distribution of the spoils would commence, and you would be a few gold coins richer. You imagined turning Ser Raaf's amor into your own. Surely, a good blacksmith would provide.
You stared down at the armor given to you from the blacksmith back home and sighed.
Ever the sentimental fool, you thought to yourself, deciding to simply wear the rusted scraps of your village.
"Quite the fight, boy." A voice announced, deep and brooding and laced with something akin to honey. "You surprised me, my brothers as well."
You sniffled as the small bit of blood trickled down your lip, tapping your helmet before looking up to see who decided to disturb your rest.
"They all gambled against you. Today, you've made me a wealthier man."
The crown prince; oldest out of four boys. He stands tall, chest burley and fur coat hanging haphazardly. You shifted quickly, kneeling and bowing your head. You'd like to avoid speaking directly, your village's blacksmith often laughed at your attempts at speaking "manly."
A small satchel fell at your feet, ornate gold swirls decorating the rim and leading to the latch holding it shut. You looked to Prince Terrin and then down at the bag, slowly lifting and opening the latch to reveal silver coins - a lot of them.
Once again, you lifted your head, confusion somehow obvious despite the helmet covering your features. The prince barked out a laugh. "For you. To bet on a racehorse, one must also give to the horse, no?"
You nodded, bowing your head.
"Do you not speak, boy?"
You shook your head.
"A mute?" He cocked his head to the side. "Well, a knight does not need his voice. Strength and skill is the only requirement, I suppose." He brought a gloved, slender finger to his lips, faking a shushing motion before turning on his heel.
"Keep winning and I will keep betting on you. My brothers and I haven't had such fun in years!"
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By the second day, you were placed to fight a Ser Niall. You knew of him, if only barely. During one of the earlier days, you had seen him drunkenly seeking out women. A sleaze, but a damn good fighter. His presence in jousting is lacking, but when he manages to knock you from your horse, he becomes a weapon in his own right; swinging around a flail that would leave your armor (and ribs) shattered.
'Ser Jamys," called the announcer, "shall battle Ser Niall!"
The roses were dropped upon the crowd; the familiar red amongst a sea of white once again stabilizing you. The prince is cheeky, offering a sharpened, toothy grin as if you weren't mere seconds from getting your head bashed in with a spiked, steel ball.
The fight was close on horse. Ser Niall did as you predicted and focused on attacking your horse's legs, forcing you to the ground where he would have the advantage.
Only he underestimated your skill in combat. You ran away and Ser Niall chased you, winding up the flail as you used the wooden fence as leverage. Running, jumping, and pushing yourself from the top of the fence allowed you to gain momentum. You knew you couldn't outrun the flail, but you could use it to your advantage.
Ser Niall swung through the wooden fence, the impact softening the blow as it hit you on your leg and forced your body to turn midair, sword swinging down to capture his arm in one hit. The sound of your sword slicing through flesh was loud as the crowd became quiet. Ser Niall fell, choked sobs and pleas sounding as you removed your sword from between his armor.
You had won, and Prince Terrin was elated.
That night, one of the noble houses held a feast for the people. A celebration in honor of all the brave knights who had fought and, of course, to celebrate the crown. The king and queen were beloved by their people, though tensions were strong amongst the family for who would usurp the throne.
You would have joined. Gods, the taste of some good meat and wine would cure you of all your maladies. But it would be strange for a knight to walk around in full gear, pushing pieces of meat through whatever crevice in his helmet to eat.
Instead, you would stay in the familiar stable before heading off to the mountain.
"I am beginning to think you are more interested in being a stableboy than a knight."
You quickly stood and then knelt, recognizing Prince Terrin's voice immediately.
He dropped the satchel once again at your feet, and beside it a wrapped-up piece of bread.
"Do you dislike nobles? You were not at the banquet." He chimed.
You stilled, unsure if you were allowed to move before a finger poked your helmet, sending you backward into the hay. The prince chuckled.
"You've truly impressed me, boy. I fear my brothers will soon stop betting against you," He sighed, kneeling in front of you with a hand to his chin. "Ahh~" He sighed out, finally deciding to sit fully on the ground.
You stared at the way his finely threaded clothes soiled and felt a hint of resentment. Must be nice.
"Well? Will you not eat?" Your heart dropped.
Shiiiit.
You shook your head, pushing the food forward.
Prince Terrin knew, at this moment, something was off. You're hiding something, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
He smiled; that same, sweet smile that carried such intense arrogance. "If you won't eat, then you won't earn." He took the satchel back into his coat, hiding it beneath the expensive furs.
You simply nodded.
"What a disappointing reaction."
I'd rather be broke than dead.
"Fine," he dropped the satchel back at your feet. "I was only teasing."
Standing, Prince Terrin turned to leave once again before stopping himself.
"Your leg. How is it?" He questioned, raising a brow.
You gave a light tap to your ankle, as if to say, all good!
He gave a hesitant hod. "We have a healer's tent. Why not get treatment?"
You feverously shook your head, tapping your ankle again, this time harder.
"What a strange boy," the prince uttered before disappearing once again.
-
Nearing the end of the tournament, your final battle was with a noble house's knight. He did not seem particularly strong or skilled, and his physique left little to your expectation. But, you worried. His technique is impressive, and he knows to compensate his faults with more than just brute force.
You had won five times. Five days of fighting, five wins, five payments from Prince Terrin. Ever since the night you had rejected his offering of food and medical help, he had ceased his visits. Despite that, however, he continued to cheer you on. To the crowd, you were a miracle; and soon enough, the sea of white roses began spilling with your redness.
"Ser Jamys," the announcer called, "shall battle against Ser Dederick."
It was a heavy loss. One that almost ended your life.
He blocked your killing blow. You aimed for his neck, and you faltered. Not out of hesitance, or pity, or anything that would deem you noble. No, you saw the prince behind him. There was a look in his eye, a sharpness in them with a deep frown that seemed to tell you don't do it.
Why on earth you listened, you weren't sure. But his gaze was enough to halt your movements. From there, Ser Dederick was able to land three consecutive hits with his dagger, his sword sliding from his sheath in case you dared stand again.
You did.
You didn't know why. It was clear Prince Terrin wanted you to lose, and the blood pooling from your abdomen should have been enough for you to accept defeat and go home - before you end up dead.
But, you stood. As tall as you could, as mighty as you could feign.
Your rusted armor, the one the sweet old blacksmith had carefully prepared for you, was coated in red and black. Blood, dirt, and the stains of your past enemies seemed to cover you entirely. You threw your sword to the side, fists balled and at attention.
If winning was not your destiny, you'd be damned if you went out without a fight. You swung, and swung again, missing half your swings as the few that landed did little to no damage.
You're a woman. You're strong and capable but with the blood loss, you felt more akin to a child in need of its mother.
Ser Dederick seemed impressed. Just enough to toss his own sword and dagger to the side and swing back. One blow to the head and you were down. Not unconscious, not yet. Perhaps soon.
The crowd cheered for Ser Dederick, who's arms went flying in euphoric victory.
You just needed to take your horse to the stable house. You had hidden medical supplies. You'll patch yourself up (assuming you even survive that long), wait out the final joust of the day, collect your spoils and head home.
You earned enough to get by; at least enough to last you the next few winters.
It wasn't a total loss.
You were certain the blacksmith would be happy to see you.
You sat atop hay, waiting beside your horse in the stables. You imagined the scoldings you would receive from the blacksmith. The armor he spent such care creating, turned to nothing but a heap of metal covering you.
You could feel the blood coating your skin dripping across your brows and cheek and nose as you refused to take off your helmet. You removed your chest plate, hissing as you walked into one of the empty sections and sat behind a pile of hay. You imagined the missing horse must be Ser Dederick's, or one of the next fighters out practicing already.
The stableboy was the only one who came and went from the stable house, a child no older than ten or so. He never bothered you; often too frightened to get close.
You disinfected the open wounds as best you could. You figured that you still being alive meant Ser Dederick missed your vital points. You would never have made such a mistake.
You wrapped your bare upper body with bandages, stomach now coated in white with small red splotches.
I must hold out until I can collect my prizes.
You had won quite a bit; the spoils of your opponents, the intrigue of a few commanders, the riches the cruel prince gave to you.
You would return having proven yourself to your precious blacksmith.
You balled your fists, groaning. It wasn't enough. Not for you.
The pain you felt was not nearly as bad as the disappointment bubbling in your chest. You could have done better. You needed to have done better. Why the hell did the prince want you to fail?!
Had you simply read him wrong? Was his scolding look really just disappointment? Or perhaps concentration? No, you were certain he was reprimanding you - telling you to stand down like the good dog he wanted you to be.
"Knight boy? Where have you run off to?" His deep voice called, lulling you out of your thoughts.
Shit. You ceased your movements, realizing your breast plate and upper garments are still outside of the stall and your upper body is nude. Sure, maybe covered in armor you'd look gender neutral enough - but you had two reasons, big or small, why you might not look exactly like a man.
"Don't tell me you've gone and died. You were not in the healer's tent."
Your horse neighed and his hoof dug at the ground expectantly, almost erratic.
Your breathing slowed, eyes darting in every direction. Your helmet is still on. He couldn't pinpoint your face even if he wanted to.
Okay, if he sees me, just run. You looked down at your bandaged wounds. I might die. But that's okay.
You quietly got to your feet, still kneeling behind the stack of hay. How your armor didn't clank and alert the entire goddamned fleet you weren't sure.
One by one, he opened each stall, peering in with curious brown eyes. The less he saw of you, the more worried he became.
Prince Terrin's movements picked up, stall doors slamming open the closer he got to you. By the time he reached your horse, he patted his nose before turning around to slam open the final stall.
There, amidst a pile of blood, hay, and mud, was you.
Clad in half your armor, helmet shifted to the side and upper body bare for the prince to fully take in. You looked ridiculous.
"A woman?" He muttered.
You stood, the sound of your armor brushing past Prince Terrin as you limply ran to get away from him. His arm went out, latching onto you and pulling you back into the stall. The softness of the fabrics covering his arm was a welcomed change to the metal you were used to; though it was short lived as you fell back onto the pile of hay.
This situation felt familiar.
You simply laid there, chest heaving up and down as you waited for Prince Terrin's reaction.
He looked back at your horse, then at your breast plate and clothes discarded next to it, and then back to you.
"The knight boy?" He whispered to himself, edges of his lips quirking up momentarily.
The prince took a step forward and you brought your hand up, wincing in pain and causing him to stop.
"D-Don't come any closer." You warned.
He cocked his head to the side. "Or what? Will you harm your prince?"
You hesitated.
"I... I just want to go home. You can take the coins you gave me back." Your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be. Honestly, it was a miracle you were even talking.
"Hm?" He looked at your woven bag in the corner of the stable house, no doubt filled with the silver coins he brought to you your first fights. He would be lying if he said the swell of your breasts, perked and (skin color), didn't have his mind reeling.
Women were always so clean and smooth, polite and of high status. He had never known it was even possible to see one in such a state of disarray. Cut and bruised, covered in the grime of battle. He wondered, if only for a moment, what could be beneath the helmet.
"I did not come to retrieve coin."
Silence.
"Will you have my head?" You spoke.
He chuckled. "I also did not come to spill blood. You have done enough of that for the both of us," he joked, gloved hands motioning to your blood-soaked body.
You sat up, a little taller, a little less defensive. Your fingers gripped into the hay beside you, knuckles turning white.
"Why?" he questioned.
"Why?" You repeated.
"This. Why impersonate a knight? Do you lack money?" He kneeled. "Most women turn towards other methods, I believe." He raked over your body with lecherous eyes. "To me, you seem perfectly adept for it."
You scoffed. "I am not impersonating anything. I am a knight or-" You sighed. "I was supposed to become one. This joust..."
"I see."
"I enjoy the ways of knighthood. That is all."
Prince Terrin nodded in understanding. A silence enveloped you both as you waited for the prince to decide his verdict. To decide your fate for impersonating not only a man, but a knight.
"A shame," he mumbled, a smirk beginning to form. "I came here to offer you such a position."
Your ears perked up, helmeted face lifting to meet Prince Terrin's. "What?" Your voice was quiet, barely audible.
"Ah~ I was impressed by your compliance today. You understood when I asked you to lose." A beat passed, "And you lost. Such severe pain, almost dying even! And yet, you still listened to me."
Your face burned at the implication.
A good dog.
"But to employ a woman... I fear it makes this far too difficult." He peered at you from the corner of his eyes, sharp teeth bared. "What if you fail to hide your little secret?"
You didn't miss a moment to interject. "I won't!" You cleared your throat, realizing how loud you had been. "...I won't. I will serve you as - er - better than any other knight has served you, my prince."
"Hmmm~" A gloved hand found its way to the bottom of your helmet. Not lifting, just resting, holding you in place. You changed your position to kneeling, one knee holding you up despite the pain coursing through your limbs.
You brought your fist to your chest, holding it in place. "I will serve you properly, my lord. I will protect you with my life."
Prince Terrin felt the tent in his pants rise. He always had a bit of a love for dominating others. Though, he had never guessed it would bleed into his sexual habits. Then again, he never had a lady knight kneeling in front of him with her tits hanging free. The redness of his ears was visible, his cheeks matching the color as he reveled in your begging.
He lightly slapped one of your tits as he laughed, practically giggling at how you simply let him.
"I will knight you." Your heart practically burst. Sure, it was clear the bastard is a sadistic freak with some issues. But to hell with it all!
You weren't losing your head!
And you get to be a knight!
-
Prince Terrin had introduced you to a doctor that was sworn to secrecy.
You had not seen him since.
Weeks went by. You became an appointed knight, your identity as a woman still hidden beyond the doctor and your prince; you figured the prince knew better than to publicly go against the law. A small lie would allow for more damage control.
You both knew this.
And you didn't care. After being sworn in, you accepted your new post with gratitude. Your life now belonged to Prince Terrin and the royal family. So long as you got paid at the end of each cycle, you would gladly accept the task of protecting them all with your life.
When you fully healed, you were immediately instructed to head to Prince Terrin's study - you would now be his personal knight.
Your days became stagnant. Prince Terrin was rather normal, at least for a member of the royal family. He would spend hours working in his study, occasionally take walks, have dinner with his mother, and sleep until dawn. You were almost bored.
He had never again mentioned your sex - hell, he had not spoken to you since the incident first occurred.
Your life became almost... Perfect.
Though, all good things must come to an end eventually.
A marriage announcement; the youngest prince would be betrothed soon. You had never met the youngest prince due to each wing of the castle separating each brother. Occasionally you would see him during dinners should his presence be required. The youngest brother is a little isolated, you thought to yourself as you stood at attention outside Prince Terrin's chambers.
His bride would join dinner that evening, which meant the entire family would be in one space. It was of no matter to you, though you were often on high alert during such times. With the royal family in one space, you were certain attempts for their lives - the crown prince's life - was inevitable.
The prince emerged from his room, dressed in his finest attire. Red and gold and black, the family colors. His blackened top and pants contrasted the cape draped over his shoulders, white furs leading down to the red fabric accented with gold roses. Prince Terrin, ever the haughty bastard. He needed to ensure the bride's family understood that the youngest brother is nothing more than a mere connection. They need to empty the castle for Prince Terrin's reign, and they happened to have an eligible daughter for their youngest son. Should they get ideas about usurping the throne, you figured the prince would sick you on them.
Let us all hope his attire sends the message and keeps your hands clean.
The dinner went exactly as you had expected. Normal at first, only for an assassin to clear the halls and enter in search of the crown prince.
You stood at attention, sword drawn and protectively covering the prince. The assassin, clad in dark garments and a hood, seemed to recognize you.
"The boy knight from the tourney? My, you defeated an old friend of mine."
His voice was gravelly and cold. You wished you could respond with a clever quip. Part of the fun of fighting was mouthing off to your opponent. But you knew better. A feminine voice would get you beheaded, or worse. So, you simply moved the hilt of your sword forward, staggering the enemy with a small push of force.
"His arm is no more. I suppose I can avenge him tonight."
Yeah, fat chance.
As the assassin swung, you fell back and blocked with your arm, the point of his dagger digging into the crevice and slicing you. You hissed in pain but lunged forward, leaning down to grab his legs and bring him to the ground. His knees buckled, though he refused to fall and now had to wrestle out of your grip. Behind you, the king shouted at the other guards to intervene, and when they began swinging, you took your chance to finally bring the assassin down with you.
He punched at your helmet; your face hitting the metal with a loud clank before you shoved the blade of your sword into his heart.
The assassin was dead, and you were damn near exhausted.
The rest of the brothers had been removed from the room, only yours remained.
You decided to leave the sword in his body, certain you'd receive it later after the king and his associates investigate the matter. You nodded to Prince Terrin, whispering quietly to not be heard, "My prince, we should leave."
Your voice sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and he stood almost excitedly.
You escorted him to his room, entering in front in order to ensure the room would be safe for his entry. You did not speak, only nodded before stepping aside to leave Prince Terrin to calm from the ridiculous assassination attempt.
When you turned to leave, his commanding voice halted you. "I did not give you permission to leave my chambers."
You turned to him, standing at attention.
"Remove your armor. I will dress your wound."
He closed the doors before sitting on his bed, waiting for you to join him. As if you weren't already in big enough trouble as it is being a woman. If anybody were to catch you, you'd be-
"Will you disobey your prince?" His voice dropped, angry. He liked you as the obedient dog, not as the stiff, law-abiding little knight.
You began unbuckling the straps of your armor, the shoulder and gauntlet falling to the ground loudly. You began walking towards him only to, again, be stopped. "All of it. Remove everything."
You hesitated but ultimately decided you'd rather not get on Prince Terrin's bade side. The armor dropped one by one. When you went to lift the helmet from your head, the prince spoke. "Leave it."
You nodded. A ripped white shirt - really, it's more beige from how lived in it had become - and pants covered in the assassin's blood and a metal helmet.
What could the prince possibly want with you like this?
You carefully sat beside the prince as he rolled your sleeve up, disinfecting the wound, cleaning the blood, and bandaging it.
"You are an impressive knight." He spoke. "Far better than any I have ever seen."
There was a heavy silence. You were unsure if you were even allowed to speak. He simply continued dressing your wound, clinging to your dirty arm with his clean fingers working nimbly.
"Do you wish to speak? I'll allow it. Nobody can hear you in here." He encouraged, more curious than anything.
You supposed now would be the best time to speak your thoughts.
"If I am a good knight, why did you ask me to lose the joust?"
He cocked his head to the side - a habit he seems to do often. "You still don't understand that?" Prince Terrin barked out a laugh. "I was only testing your obedience. What good does a talented knight get me if she is not willing to die when I ask her to?"
"You say her."
"You are a woman."
"I am."
He laughed again, this time quieter, more thoughtful. "You've done your job well."
You nod. "Why did you hold up the red rose? During my first joust, I mean." The question hung heavy in the air.
Prince Terrin pondered and pondered, humming as he thought to himself a good answer. He let go of your arm and leaned into your clothed shoulder, a languid bite sinking into your skin and drawing a small whimper from your lips. You bled, only a small amount, enough for the prince's lips to turn a light crimson as he licked them.
"I adore the color red."
You blushed furiously. "I will take my leave n-" Before you could even move, the prince had already entrapped you beneath him, your back now against the soft expanse of his bed as he loomed over you, his fur cape casting dark shadows across your body.
"I did not give you permission to leave my chambers yet."
You scoffed, plainly, hesitantly. "You do not respect me."
"Must I respect a knight? You are beneath my station." His words mirrored the plainness of your own. "I employed an obedient dog, not a self-righteous oaf."
Your anger bubbled in your throat. You enjoyed this and yet you hated it. The conflicting emotions left you dazed.
"You are the perfect knight. You follow the rules, you do not speak or argue, you stand quietly and kill when you must." Almost inaudibly now, "You are perfect."
He bit the edge of his gloves, removing them one by one and tossing them to the side of the room. "I respect you," he confirmed. "I do. Truly." Was he lying to you or to himself? "But when I see you like this... Half-clothed, dirty, covered in blood after exerting yourself I simply-" He leaned down, the tent in his pants now caressing between your legs and coaxing a small sigh from his lips. "I fear my self control is rather limited."
"And if I say no?"
"You are foolish to think you have a say."
He lowered his head, slowly and carefully, almost afraid that you'll retaliate.
You could. You could gut him right now or punch his jaw out of place and go running for the hills. Truly, nothing is stopping you. He has not yet seen your face, nor has anybody known that you were a woman impersonating a knight. Nobody would ever find you.
Perhaps, Prince Terrin knew this. By concealing your face, he would not be able to find you. You may choose to hurt the crown prince and escape and somehow get away with it. Ironic; to have killed an assassin for wanting to bring harm to your precious Terrin only for you to want to do the same. But when you bring your fist up, shaking and unsure, his lips connect with your neck, long nose poking at the metal hiding your face as he trails open mouthed kisses down the vein to your collarbone. His spit is everywhere, sloppy and wet as he undoes the little strings holding your shirt together. Your tits spill out, and he's reminded of the day he first discovered your little secret.
You feel his bulge grow harder, his own thoughts spurring him on as he begins sucking on your right nipple. His fingers pinch and roll the left one, pulling to elicit as many little noises from you as possible. "Come on, little knight. I know you can be louder than that."
Another rough pinch and your head dips back, your breaths heavy inside the helmet. Everything felt more intense with the sweat accumulating inside. You could hear the echoing of your breathing, feel the small shifts in weight as he covered your visor.
He doesn't wait, lowering your pants without so much as a care to your feelings. The few seconds he moves down to remove them, light returns into your helmet and then immediately, you feel something hard and thick prodding at your folds, following the line of your entrance up and down and up and down. Prince Terrin collected your wetness on his tip, his form as impressive as he is. His balls hung low and heavy, the base just slightly darker than his skin before leading to a pretty pink. Long, thick, and with a vein that leads right to that sweet spot.
He curled his fingers around his length, slapping at your cunt and laughing. You imagined those sharp canines flashing, you wondered if he was blushing, if his pupils were blown wide at the sight of his knight laid naked for him to use.
"Mhhmmm, that's it~ Your cunt is even prettier than I imagined."
"Fuck. Do you feel how hard you've made me?" He laughed again, sliding his dick against you once again. "Gods, it's almost painful."
Prince Terrin isn't a caring prince, no matter how hard he tries to seem like he is. His cruelty extends to his sexual life, no doubt. He does not care for the interests of others so long as he gets exactly what he wants. He got his obedient knight, a damn beautiful one at that, so why not exploit you as much as he can in any way he can?
He pushed his length into you, raw and quick. There was little prep, none really. The stretch was agonizing and you let out a scream that only seemed to egg him on further. He moaned into your shoulder, biting again and drawing even more blood. "So good, so good. Gods, your perfect."
He left himself inside for a long minute, enjoying the clench of your walls as you needily asked for more.
"Please move," you whispered, breaths heaving. Prince Terrin gripped at the wound on your arm, causing you to yelp.
"Who gave you permission to speak?"
His bloodied fingers then slid further down, bringing your hand to where you both connected and having you stroke whatever of his dick wasn't inside of your warm cunt. "You feel that? This is what will fill you up," another languid bite, "I'll bury my cock deep inside of you and cum as much as I please."
Prince Terrin soon became erratic, unable to hold still as his hips started unconsciously jerking into you. His fingers, still coated in your blood, began rubbing circles at your clit, the little nub practically begging for attention as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. "A knight's pussy," he mumbled, words barely making sense. "So fucking good."
You moaned at his words, eliciting a chuckle from the prince. "Perhaps I'll make you my personal whore. Dress you up like a little knight in your under garments."
He didn't believe what he was saying, of course not. What Prince Terrin loved most about you was your fighting spirit, your need to get dirty and bloody and kill for his sake. He knew the minute he saw you win that you would be a valuable asset.
But in learning that you carried a wet, sweet cunt between your legs; of course he would also give you value elsewhere.
His thrusts grew in pace, pistoning out of you with lewd slapping, his balls hitting your ass every time his tip hit your cervix. Little ah ah ah's left your lips for every thrust, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you. He curled his biceps around your waist, forcing a small arch of your back. The slight change in position made Prince Terrin hit deeper, causing you to see stars.
"Mmf, hah, so beautiful." He mumbled.
Just as he was nearing his end, a knock upon his doors echoed.
"My prince! Are you alright? Shall we send for the physician?" A voice, likely one of the guards sent by his father, spoke.
"I am - ah - fine! No need to-" You continued clenching as he stopped, eliciting small moans.
Prince Terrin huffed, maneuvering beneath your helmet to grab at your neck and squeeze.
"I am alright! Please tell my father not to worry!"
Some acknowledgements were exchanged before the room became silent again, save for the prince's heavy breathing. He let go of your neck and pulled you up and off the bed, his dick leaving the warm embrace of your cunt - much to his dismay.
"That was a dangerous move, knight." He brought his hardened tip to the edge of your helmet, lifting it just enough to push it inside. "You will make up for it. Maybe then, I will allow you," he shoved his boot to your sopping cunt, moving slowly as you grinded without even thinking. "To enjoy yourself as well."
You let your lips part, wet tongue finding his dick as he immediately buried himself into you. Your mouth is warm, your tongue moving and licking beneath as Prince Terrin begins to face fuck you. "Ah, mmf, even your mouth feels this good."
You bobbed your head up and down, and the prince decided to reward you by moving his shoe in tandem, allowing you to get off beneath him.
Your moans as you sucked him off spurred him further, drool falling at your chin and your wetness soaking his royal floors.
"Filthy. Such a filthy knight."
His words soon died down, turning into nothing more than groans and heavy breaths as he neared his release and you yours. "Ah ah, my prince, I'm- I think I'm-" You spasmed beneath Prince Terrin as he released his milky load into your throat. He breathed out, riding into your face until you took every last drop inside you.
You released his dick with a loud pop, your visor falling back down.
"Come," Prince Terrin extended his hand, "Allow me to clean you, my brave knight."
A huge fight broke out when Big Mom decided to pay Kaido a visit and now they were laughing, eating, and drinking as if they hadn't tried to kill each other a few moments ago. They drunkenly got up and announced their alliance to their crew members.
It didn't take long for them to adapt to this new information as they talked with each other, laughing, and drinking except for the two strongest men of their crew. It is said their strengths come in second after their captain. They were none other than Charlotte Katakuri from the Big Mom Pirates and King the Wildfire from the Beast Pirates.
Black Maria noticed how tense and serious they were. They barely said anything as they sat next to each other, keeping the same stern look on their fully and half-covered faces.
She approached them with a smug look on her face. "Why are you guys so tense? Relax a bit."
Katakuri stared at her in silence.
"Mind your own business, Black Maria," King said.
Black Maria playfully pouted in response, "Awn, you guys are no fun." She sighed seeing how unresponsive and cold they were. "Tell you what, you see that girl over there who's pouring the drinks for us?"
Their eyes followed to where Black Maria was pointing at. It was directed towards the young girl wearing a kimono who was currently pouring sake for Kaido.
Black Maria continued, "Her name is [Y/n]. She works at my brothel. She doesn't engage herself in such work but you know what they say, the new ones are always the delicious ones."
She teased, a mischievous smirk forming on her face, "However, I can make a special request with her for you guys and she can't refuse. But of course, you will have to pay her a dirty amount of money. What do you say?"
Katakuri narrowed his eyes and King glared at her.
Black Maria shrugged, "Don't look at me like that. It's just an offer. You can refuse if you want to but think about it for some time. Come to me if you change your mind." She lazily waved at them before walking towards Kaido and clinging onto him.
The two commanders sat in silence until King broke it. "What do you think?"
Katakuri glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. King continued, "She's cute, isn't she?"
Katakuri turned to look at [Y/n] who sat quietly at the back with her head down, "She is."
"For once, Black Maria made a good offer. Nothing is stopping us. We both know each other's secrets," King kept his stare on [Y/n].
"Other than that, there is something else," Katakuri said and King looked at him in confusion.
"Oh, you're worried about that? I doubt she is someone like that. Even if she was, we must keep her mouth shut."
Katakuri pondered for a moment before letting out a sigh. "I will take on the offer. What about you?"
King glanced at Katakuri before making eye contact with Black Maria nodding his head. She smirked happy that they accepted her offer.
[Y/n] waited for them in an empty guest room on the bed. She flinched slightly when she heard a familiar sound of loud footsteps which belonged to King and another unfamiliar one with the sound of spurs clanging. She assumed it belonged to Katakuri.
The door slides open as the two commanders enter before closing it behind their back. The loud click of the door being locked could be heard. [Y/n] looked down, unable to make eye contact with them as she finds them intimidating.
King approached her and held her chin, tilting it up as they looked into each other's eyes.
"Don't look away," He started, "especially when we're doing it."
[Y/n] cheeks dusted a dark shade of red at his blunt words before shyly nodding her head.
King took off his gloves and looked down at her. His thumb tracing her soft pink lips.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Open wide."
[Y/n] obeyed, slightly opening her mouth for his thumb to enter.
"Now, suck," King demanded.
[Y/n] rolled her tongue around his thumb as she started to suck it. King stared in satisfaction although it wasn't visible since he had his mask on.
He removed his thumb from her mouth and pushed her onto the bed. [Y/n] tried to sit up but King grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down.
"Stay still," he grumbled. He removed his mask throwing it on the ground. He untied her kimono robe, leaving her in her undergarments.
"Are you just here to watch?" King turned to face Katakuri who was leaning against the wall. "Charlotte."
Katakuri stayed silent before walking towards them. He stood beside King then hovered over [Y/n] with his arms pinned beside her head.
"Take it off," He ordered. His voice was cold and he had a serious look on his face.
[Y/n] was about to take off her bra but stopped when she heard Katakuri speak again.
"No, I meant my vest. Do it for me."
[Y/n] hesitantly reached to touch his vest, sliding it down as her fingers brushed against his muscles.
"Now, my scarf."
[Y/n] touched his cheeks first. She wanted to take it slow. She could tell that it was a sensitive subject for him. She softly caressed his cheeks before slowly sliding his scarf down.
"Are you terrified?"
For a moment, [Y/n] saw a glimpse of Katakuri's eyes softening which was different from the usual glare and the stern look he always have.
"No," She shook her head.
"Are you lying?" Katakuri still wasn't convinced.
[Y/n] brought his face closer to her and Katakuri let her do so. She placed soft kisses on every corner of his mouth before kissing his lips.
Katakuri slightly opened his mouth as he allow the kiss to unfold.
She meant it. She wasn't scared. She wasn't disgusted.
Katakuri broke the kiss as [Y/n] panted softly for air.
"You two really took your time," King said before slamming his lips onto her. He was rougher than Katakuri. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she gasped for air.
King pulled away from the kiss as [Y/n] stared at him with her eyes slightly narrowed, her cheeks flushing pink and her tongue out with a string of connected saliva.
Katakuri laid down on the bed beside her as he picked her up and made her lie on top of him before unclasping her bra, letting her breasts out.
His hands went to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipple as she squirmed on top of him and moaning loudly.
King took off her underwear and [Y/n] closed her legs as she felt exposed and shy.
"Don't close your legs," he narrowed his eyes as he spread them open.
King's fingers delved between [Y/n]'s slick folds, stroking her clit, sliding inside her tight heat. He pumped them in and out, curling against her inner walls, making her writhe with pleasure.
Katakuri’s hands cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core.
[Y/n] gasped, her back arching off the bed as they worked her over, their touch igniting every nerve ending in her body. She could feel herself climbing higher, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
King's thumb rubbed against her clit, his fingers thrusting deep, finding that sweet spot that made her see stars. Katakuri's hands squeezed her breasts, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard.
“Katakuri-sama! King-sama!” She moaned their names as she felt her high coming through.
With a final flick of King's thumb and a hard suck from Katakuri, [Y/n] came undone, her body convulsing, her cry of pleasure echoing off the walls. They worked her through it, their touch gentling as she floated down from her high.
As [Y/n] lay there, gasping for breath, trying to come down from her high, Katakuri flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She barely had time to register the change in position before he was unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off.
King did the same as he moved behind her, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. They pressed against her from both sides, their hard cocks rubbing against her skin, hot and heavy with need.
[Y/n] moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of Katakuri's cock. He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her head down onto his shaft.
At the same time, King pushed forward, his cock sliding into her wet heat with one hard thrust. She cried out around Katakuri's cock, her body jolting at the sudden invasion.
They set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and fast from both ends. King's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her. Katakuri's hand fisted in her hair, pushing her head down, forcing her to take him deep.
[Y/n]'s mind went blank, lost in the sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly claimed by these two powerful men. She could feel herself getting near again, the pleasure building in her core, threatening to consume her.
With a final thrust and a scream of pleasure, [Y/n] came as she moaned into Katakuri’s cock, her body shaking, her inner walls clenching around King's cock. He followed soon after, his release shooting deep inside her, filling her to the brim.
Katakuri pulled out of her mouth, his hand stroking his cock fast and hard. With a groan, he came, his release painting her face, dripping down her chin.
Katakuri flipped [Y/n] onto her back, settling between her thighs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he looked at King in the eyes. "Watch carefully, King," he murmured, his voice low and smug. "This is how you really fuck a woman."
[Y/n] shivered at Katakuri’s words as she felt the tension between them. King was pissed but he didn't interfere. They had agreed to share her, after all, and fair was fair.
Katakuri positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her slick folds. With one hard thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her completely.
He set a slow, deep pace, his hips rolling against hers, grinding against her clit with each thrust. His hands slid under her ass, tilting her hips up, changing the angle of his penetration.
[Y/n] moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her so perfectly.
Katakuri's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. He sucked hard, marking her, branding her as his. She cried out, her head falling back against the pillow, lost in the pleasure of his possession.
King watched from the sidelines, his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. He wanted to jump in, to take over, to show Katakuri how it was really done. But he held back, reminding himself of their agreement.
As Katakuri's thrusts grew harder, faster, [Y/n] could feel herself nearing again. She was close, so close to the edge. With a final thrust and a scream of pleasure, she came undone, her body shaking, her inner walls clenching around Katakuri's cock.
He followed soon after, his release shooting deep inside her, filling her to the brim. They collapsed together, Katakuri's weight pressing down on her, his breath hot against her neck.
Katakuri and King took turns with [Y/n], each claiming her body in their own way. Katakuri was gentler, more sensual, his touch almost reverent as he explored every inch of her. King was rougher, more demanding, his possession almost brutal in its intensity.
They brought her to the brink again and again that she lost count of how many times she came, her body shaking, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.
[Y/n] felt herself nearing her limit. Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp.
Katakuri was the first to notice, pulling out of her with a soft murmur of concern. King followed suit, his hands gentling on her skin.
"Enough," Katakuri said, his voice firm. "She's had enough."
King nodded. They had agreed to share her, but they had never meant to hurt her. Too bad her stamina was too low compared to them but they couldn’t blame her. Compared to them, she was just a normal person, after all.
Katakuri carried her in his arms being careful to not her with King following behind as they washed her up. King went out to ask Black Maria for new clothes.
“So, how was she?” Black Maria smirked as she handed him a new kimono along with a pair of undergarments.
“Shut up. It’s none of your business,” King glared at her before walking away.
They helped her dressed up and placed her carefully on the bed. The two sat on either side of the bed.
“[Y/n],” King called out as she hummed in response. “Quit your job.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, “But why? I need the money.”
“If money is what you’re worried about then it’s no longer your concern anymore,” Katakuri said as she turned to face him.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Stay with us instead,” King said. He had a serious look on his face.
“Six months with me and another six months with him,” Katakuri said.
[Y/n] was still not convinced, “I don’t get it. Why?”
King placed his hand on her cheek as he softly cupped it, “After all this, we can’t just let you go like that.”
Katakuri held her hand in his, “You caught our eyes from the start. And when I tell you to stay with us, we are not telling you to become our slut or anything. It’s more like being our-”
They both kissed her cheeks making her cheeks dust red and her eyes widened in surprise.
They looked at her with seriousness and determination,
“Lover. So what do you say, [Y/n]?”
[Y/n] smiled widely. She felt happy. She felt loved.
Well, so i had a smol idea, based off of Baldwin x Rima (despite the fact she literally only gets mentioned once, but come on. Fernando 1000000% introduced her to Baldwin/Congregation Library for a reason)
so, based off limited information of her (literally her name and dark eyes) i googled the name Rima ( https://themeaningofthename.com/rima/ )
and so, decidedly based off of the information that the name is popular in Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Lithuania, Saudi Arabia, United States of America i have taken it upon myself to fancast her as Samira Efendi, from Azerbaijan (also my favourite Eurovision 2021 contestant)
hope you like it @gracejj15 hehehhehe
*smut below the cut
Baldwin, depending on the way you looked at it, was either an opportunist or a hypercritic. Either way you couldn’t deny that he lived life to the full.
Rima, entirely the opposite of the demonic De Clermont head, she was a level person with very few sins to count.
She found him charming (shockingly) and he was attracted to her. It was odd, during the times when the covenant was upheld he had never taken up with a warmblood. It had been repealed now, so he was free to do as he wished. Much like he had in the years prior to it being instated. He had almost forgotten how nice and warm a human cunny was.
“are you just going to stare at me all day or get in?” he had barely turned to look at her, he could feel the intensity of her gaze
she chewed her lips contemplating. She was much rather enjoying the view of him in the shower, water cascading over his sculpted frame and very hard cock
“you best join me, this is entirely your fault you know” he pointed south at his throbbing cock.
she giggled, slipping off her chemise “yes Sieur” she circled her arms over his neck, breathing in the heady scent of him “i wish we could stay here forever”
“mmmmm” he mumbled against her neck, little kisses and nips trailed along the softest spots of her. She tilted her head back, contented moans as he sucked on her weakest part
“Keep this up and Fernando will definitely smell -”
he cut her off with a finger pressed to her pouted lips “do not mention him while i intend on fucking that sweet, sweet cunt of yours”
The tone of his voice made her shiver, warm Goosebumps on her skin as his delicate touch began to wonder. She held his gaze as he worked her core, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit as he pressed a finger into her entrance. She could spend forever like this, pressed against the cold tile with his fingers scissoring, working her so well she wondered what she did before him.
He took in the sight of her hungrily, cock throbbing in want “So beautiful” he husked. He watched in curiosity as her core sucked his fingers back in, begging for more. He could watch it all day, her messy lips closing over the top of his knuckles as he buried them deep inside her
“That would be mmmm sweet if you weren't staring at my cunt while saying it” she struggled to speak, her body working into a frenzy. She tried as she could to meet his speed, hips gyrating with the move of his hands but it was no use. She was human, and far too delirious to focus
Baldwin let out a feral growl as she clamped around his fingers, a cry of his name falling from her lips followed by a quick succession of shit shit shit
she wasn't a shy woman, not by any means, but when he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked with fervour and moaned, it made her blush “so sweet” his voice was gruff with a mix of adoration “turn around” he lazily flickered his eyes over her body, the peach of her ass so tempting.
Thwack she jumped in shock as his hand collided with her bum “hey!” her moment of surprise quelled by the feeling of the tip of his cock breaching her entrance, firm hands guiding her legs apart and holding her in place “oh, oh”
She gasped as the full thickness of him eased into her fluttering core, arching her back with earnest. She rested her forearms against the tile bracing herself for it, him. His first few thrusts were slow and shallow, stretching and settling into her without causing any unwanted pain. He was always conscious of that, the vulnerability that came with a human “you okay” he pressed kisses along the cut of her jaw
“Just fuck me, for Christs sake” she whined, pushing back into him, grinding her hips with avid encouragement
He grunted under the friction, welcomed torment he would return in due course. He squeezed her sides, fingers digging into the plump flesh as he drove into her, pulling her into him as much as he fucked into her “so good for me” he moaned, hips wildly rutting into her, head flush against her shoulder. His praise made her flutter around him, his words sparking something dark and carnal deep in her.
She writhed and moaned under the building pleasure, her own cries mirrored by his grunts and groans, her name falling from his lips like a prayer beautiful Rima he’d say such a pretty pussy filthy comments were married in with endearments.
He turned her head sideways so he could see her, face contorted with pleasure, what he was giving her. Their eyes met, both filled with unbridled lust and want and for a moment he retreated, the thick head of his resting at her entrance before slamming back into her, the change of pace making her a keening mess under his control.
Rima relentlessly wailed his name, waking the neighbours seven towns over but she didn’t care, nor did he. She had been swirling her hips, meeting his pace but now all she could do was hold on for dear life, one hand squeezing his as Baldwin worked her over until she was a bumbling mess where the only thing she knew in that moment was pleasure. His hips drove forward harshly and with his free hand he flicked his thumb over her clit, moving between tight circles and rubbing.
They were panting heavily, the air in the bathroom now hot and humid, and she could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. She enjoyed the roughness of his fingers against her pearly bud, and he knew just when to quicken the pace or change rhythm. He knew her body expertly. He kissed and nipped against her shoulder, thrusts now becoming more erratic and Rima knew he would come undone at any moment. Just as well he knew her, she knew his cues.
White hot pleasure crawled up her spine, his ministrations of her throbbing clit pushing her to heaven. The salacious squelches of their sex damped by their moans, the very feel of being around each other intoxicating. That feeling blossomed deep and she went taught with her climax a ragged sob catching in her throat as she cum. She could do next to nothing as she shook, after waves crashing around her as his pace began to falter “Fuck” he hissed against her ear, followed by a soft whine of her name. The feel of her violently clashing around his heavy cock was all he needed, and with an undignified cry he spilled inside her.
He kept himself nestled inside her, both regaining their senses and breathing “Perfect” he practically cooed, soft kiss pressed to the top of her head “fucking perfect”
“do you have to work today?” the disappointment lingered in her voice, and then she was letting out a discontented sound as he slipped out of her. She stayed silent as he gently washed her, shower head skimming over sensitive areas. He turned the water off, the silence now odd change of pace in the previously noisy room.
She felt his big hands on her waist as he turned her around “I do suppose I deserve a day or two off” they both smiled at each other before leaning in for a slow, soft kiss, mumbling words of adoration against each other’s lips.
I had this idea on the toilet at work, where I get most of my good ideas. So @spo0kynekozzz this is for you. I know you simp king. Everyone knows you simp king. God knows and is disappointed but it doesn’t matter because I wrote you this.
You had to drag the video game remote out of his hands and crawl into his lap sometimes to get his attention. It was a last resort, but it also worked if you desperately needed affection.
"I was in the middle playing of doki doki sisters."
"Well," you say, leaning your forehead onto his, "you have your own doki doki sister right here."
His face turns red, but he closes his eyes when you lean in for a kiss. It starts of chaste, it was meant to be, really. But something about how innocent and inexperienced king was only made you want more. Exchanging open mouth kisses, the loud and messy kind. The kind that almost tune out the noise of the king engine. Almost. Even if he was nervous, the thumping, increasing in tempo each second only gave you a sense of urgency.
You wrap your legs around his waist, instead of straddling on of his thighs, and pull your core right above the bulge in his boxers. The thin fabric of your panties made the friction when you ground into him almost enough. His hands left from being gently around you to holding your waist, as he ground back up into you.
You break away for a moment, only for him to bury his head in your neck and whimper. If was so hot, watching him become all hot and bothered, feeling him get rougher as he lost most of his control. The king engine played faster. A constant thump in your ears until you heard a loud moan break from King's throat.
His desperate thrusts against you had suddenly stopped, and the roaring of the king engine was beginning to slow down. What had caused the stop all of a sudden? You move your hips slightly, and feel the unmistakable texture of wet fabric against your leg.
I have a request for King since his birthday is coming up December 1st :] I was thinking of a early NSFW Christmas special for him where the reader is also a Lunarian which can bring in some comfort and fluff into it! it could be in pre-Wano where they have their own "nest" area to relax after busy holidays. throwing some thoughts out there!
Hey, Red!! Thank you so much for your request!! ^^ Of course I'll write up something for our big, beautiful man for his birthday and I love this idea! 🖤 I hope you enjoy what I came up with!
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♡ King x Fem!Lunarian!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Light Fluff, Smut, Riding, Hair Pulling, Reader Is A Lunarian, Established Relationship (Mentions Of King & Reader Being Mates), 18+ MDNI
♡ Words: 1.4k
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In the soft quiet of your shared space, you sat in King’s lap – naked with his cock buried deep inside of you – and your hands roamed along every inch of his finely sculpted body that you could reach. His broad chest was pressed against yours as he held you to him, those large hands of his on the small of your back.
King rolled his hips upwards, moving your body with his and rocking you on his cock. With nowhere to be, he had been taking his time with you – sensually pushing and pulling you along his thick shaft and making you feel every inch of it as he stretched you wide.
It left you utterly breathless.
This time of year was always so busy and the two of you had barely spent any time together like this as of late. Before you could even blink, the holiday season had been in full swing, and you felt like you had been pulled in each and every direction.
This evening though had finally been for just for you and the man you loved right here in front of you. Settled in together in the warmth of each other's bodies and sequestered away from it all in your shared quarters that you had tended to almost like a nest.
While lounging lazily together in the pile of blankets and pillows you called your bed, you had presented your mate with a small gift box.
After some convincing – okay, a lot of convincing – King had opened it to find a black and red silk cord, similar to the red one already attached to his sword.
“Just something small,” you told him, stretching your black, feathered wings out as you adjusted yourself into a more seated position. “Kind of like a token to take with you to battle or something.” As you explained your thought behind the gift, you started to feel embarrassed though and a light flush crept across your face.
King had only stared at it though, running his thumb slowly along the cord as it sat in his hand. Within your chest, you had felt your heart skip a beat in anticipation – did he like it? Or was it a foolish gift?
Then those piercing red eyes of his flicked up towards yours, and you didn’t even have a second to gasp out his name as he lunged at you.
Within moments, he had you naked and panting in his arms – your gift masterfully placed away on a nearby side table in the rush of it all.
Now, King had you moaning and clinging to him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
One of his hands came up from your back to grip your hair, and King tugged your head back, exposing your throat to him. Quickened breaths fell from your lips as you clenched around his cock at his show of dominance. A light grunt came from King, and he gave you a short, harsh tug on your hair which made a shiver dance across your skin. Your wings twitched, making your feathers ruffle lightly as you felt your heart race inside of your chest.
Fisting your hair, he held you with your head pulled back as he brought his lips to the skin of your throat; his kisses slow and meticulous but still harsh and hungry all the same.
At every other pass or so of his lips, King would stop to suck on a spot of your sensitive flesh, and the sensation made you press yourself impossibly closer to him. Your hands had come to a stop at his shoulders, and as you gasped and moaned at his ravaging affection, your nails dug into his own flesh.
The feel of his mouth all along your throat made your skin tremble in pleasure. All the while, your hips still moved in perfect sync with his and King’s cock dragged deliciously along your inner walls repeatedly. More moans tumbled from your lips as your brows knitted together in concentration.
It would be quite easy to just shut your brain off and let all the pleasure and ecstasy he was wracking your body with takeover, but you wanted to stay grounded in the moment with him. To be here like this with your mate was all you ever wanted – bodies moving as one, held in his strong arms, safe.
King relented from your throat and let up on your hair enough to make you look at him. With his large hand now cupping the back of your head, you gazed at him with half-lidded eyes as you panted lightly. You would never tire of looking upon his rugged beauty, especially when he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.
King’s hips didn’t falter for a moment – still rocking against yours and driving his cock deep into you over and over again.
“Look at how well you take my cock,” he murmured to you, and you whined low in your throat his words, face crumpling in pleasure. Yet again your pussy clenched around him, and he hissed a groan through clenched teeth. King pulled you closer to him, his hands going to your hips while your arms looped around his neck.
His warm skin enveloped your own, and you relished the feel of his immaculate body flushed against yours.
Digging his fingers into your hips, King started to truly pick you up and impale you back down on his shaft. For a moment, all breath left your lungs, and a choked moan was all you could manage to get out. Once you were able to suck in a few breaths, your moans only grew in frequency and pitch, spewing rapidly from your lips.
King was right at your ear, his own breathing turning ragged, and it made you roll your lower lip between your teeth. He was always so quiet and stoic so to hear him slowly come undone never failed to get your blood pumping.
“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he whispered to you, his sentence ending in a groan. A tremble went through your whole body as a wanton moan ripped up your throat, and you knew he wouldn’t have to wait long – especially if he kept talking like that.
As you bounced on his shaft, body pressed tight against his with your tits rubbing on his chest, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your wings started to twitch, and you could feel your flame sputter on your back.
Gripping your hips harsher, King changed his angle, and his cock started to hit that certain spot that made you see stars. A slew of high-pitched curses and moans erupted from you as you held onto him, your forehead dropping onto his shoulder. King’s pace turned near brutal, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.
“Come on, baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “cum for me.”
Those words sent you spiraling over the edge, and a loud wail tore up your throat as immeasurable pleasure wracked through your body, causing you to whip your head back. Your wings folded inwards, shaking all the while, and your flame burned brightly, warming the room even further.
While your limbs locked up around him, your pussy spasmed around his cock and King groaned as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. With a few more heavy thrusts, King growled out a low curse and spilled his seed deep inside of you. His own large, beautiful, black wings splayed wide with a slight tremble, and the flame at his back burned intensely as well.
Everything in your mind was blank.
No thoughts about what holiday related things were still to be done after this, no thoughts about having to be relieved that he liked your gift, no thoughts about anything.
Just blank.
The feel of King kissing your throat again slowly brought you back to reality, and you untensed your body and wings as much as you could as a tremor took hold of your limbs. Your chest heaved as you sucked in a few deep breaths through your mouth, still heart to heart with him. His own chest moved against yours as you listened to him try to catch his breath as well, breathing slowly and deeply through his nose.
King wrapped his arms around you, minding your wings as always, and you melted against his body. You tucked your face into his neck as he kissed your shoulder. The two of you stayed melded together like for a few moments before King moved his lips against your skin again.
“Thank you.”
The two words were soft, quiet, almost easily missed but you still caught them. A light smile broke across your face before you nuzzled further into his neck.
