nsfw/dark. knight!gargoyle x fem!queen!reader – monster fucking, smut, unhappy marriage, cheating, death, kidnapping, possessiveness, drugging (using his magic), blood (mentioned)
the king you were forced to wed cares nothing for your marriage, so the knight!gargoyle in charge of his royal guard takes care of you instead.
some nights, he squats on the roof of the castle over the window of your private chambers. eyes sharp as to not miss any danger that could be a threat to you.
other nights, he rails you silly in the quarters of your private room. he holds you close while fucking you raw. drowning in the feeling of your skin smushed sweet against the wings he's wrapped around you.
the words that leave him would be enough to convince the ruler to sack him. he curses your spouse, degrading the man who is too foolish to recognize the belle before him. too stupid to take you the way you deserve.
the gargoyle fucks you deep, so you'll feel it the next day. so that when you look and give a faux smile to your husband, you'll feel the phantom of the knight's cock stretched all the way to your stomach, just as he is now.
"i'd die for you, do you know that? no matter what he thinks, i answer to you. not that fool with the crown. you."
he chants the words with a tone as low as the stone castle is tall. claws digging into your sides as he pounds you faster. his cock warm and spearing into you as hard as rock, his tip touching places your husband hasn't even thought about.
the next morning, you wake in the sky. wind blowing against your face, you inhale a startled breath upon seeing how far you are from the ground. a familiar voice hushes you and you finally hear it... distant but there.
bells of your home clanging at a panicking speed. the tones unique and only used for the worst of events.
fires. invasions. assassinations.
when you speak the title, your voice is slurred like something's keeping you from returning to full consciousness. it takes all your strength to peel open your eyes, and you do so with a struggling groan. through the blurred vision, you see him.
"m'lord?"
the gargoyle peeks down at you, clutching you closer. swearing to himself for the thousandth time that he will not drop you. he waits for you to say more but you don't. back asleep, limp and peaceful.
good. the remaining journey will be a long one, and he needs you still so he can focus on getting you to the caves.
flapping his wings, the two of you soar. there's drying blood on his claws but he knows you'll understand. he did it for you, after all.