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— The King's Vice | Kidnapping
Fandom — Deltarune Pairing — King of Spades/Reader Summery — It's been a few days since the King of Spades had been overthrown and tossed into the dungeon, but on a day he decides to break out he finds you, the maid who used to warm his bed. Content Warnings — kidnapping Word Count — 1449
The Lighteners and the prince had been running around Castle Town in a panic for what felt like hours now. They hadn’t said anything of what was happening to the people and they certainly hadn’t said anything to you, a maid from the Card Kingdom who had found reason to keep wearing the uniform as you would tidy up the castle for the prince. With you around, it made it easier for the young goat to tend to his duties (instead of having to worry about the other residents that shared the castle), but as you swept along the floor, overshadowed by the large door that lead to goodness knows where, you waited for any indication of feet coming your way before you sighed, puffing your skirt out as you kneeled on the ground to rest your aching feet.
You loved your work, you did, but sometimes even this small castle was rather daunting. It was in no means as close to the grandeur of the Card Kingdom’s castle, but it was big enough to where your feet would ache at the end of the day from carrying dustpans and buckets of dirt, only to have to go and clean again.
You took off your shoes, the cool air immediately circling around your feet and easing the ache somewhat, laying your upper body along the stone to cool your flushed cheeks. It felt like heaven in the darkness, the closest thing that you’d probably ever come to what a ‘sun’ was as you huffed, soon finding yourself on your back to stare at the ceiling of the room. You’d have to climb a ladder to get up to the chandelier, counting the days between the last time you had thought to get up there and brush the metal.
It had only been three, but it felt like an eternity, especially as a large mass blocked your view of the flickering lights, your blood running cold in your fingers as you stared up at the mouths that grinned down at you, spade tail flicking with amusement.
No wonder the heroes had been running around all hush hush, the Chaos King had escaped his confines to look for you.
You had willingly warmed his bed in the years that you had served under him, enough to be able to afford a better home and a soft place to lay your head whilst making you feel like peonies were growing between your ribs and butterflies in your mind with words you knew weren’t sincere, but as you sat up to back away, large hands came to grasp the skirts of your uniform, lifting you from the ground with little to no effort. He wasn’t your king anymore, your mouth opening to scream for the heroes who you hoped were still around, but his tail easily stuffed your mouth with his flesh, silencing you before you could scream for help.
And you hated how your body yearned for the touch of a man who knew how to please, feeling the warmth through the fabric of your skirts as he adjusted himself to grab your legs.
“Fancy meeting you here.” His voice was as baritone and commanding as you remembered it, your fingers digging into the former king’s tail as you tried to wrench it from your mouth. “You look so scared,” he chuckled, raising your body so that you met eye to eye, two voids that stared at you above his grinning mouth as he blew hot air on your face, “good. I’ve always liked it when you’re scared.”
He started walking, the ground beneath you moving as your hands went from his tail to his body, steadying yourself to stop from swaying into his body. Heart pounding, chest heaving, you couldn’t even tell where you were going, forced to stare at the king’s body as he didn’t allow for you to move your head, not with his tail in his mouth. All you could rely on was the floors and carpets, though none gave any indication to where you were until you realised you had left, the king chuckling above as he no doubt felt your body tense.
Rainwater soaked through your socks as you were let down, the blood rushing from your head as you were forced to lean against the wall, your cheek pressed against the cool stone as your skirts were forced above your waist.
“Couldn’t even visit me while I’m down there…” Was he… sulking? Your brain sifted through the memories you had shared with the king, looking for a time where the man had shown anything other than gloating or pride, but as you were forced against the wall again, you flinched as you felt your underwear being ripped away, your cunt being put on show for the former king to see. “I can already tell that you missed me."
Deep down, you sort of did miss talking to him. You inhaled sharply through your nose, smelling wet moss and the smell of the caldron that bubbled away on the inside of the castle’s walls as you felt fingers probe at your lower lips, spreading them apart as his tail finally freed your mouth. You didn’t get to say anything, toes curling in your stockings as you felt his claw ghost over your clit, the pad of his finger rubbing only the slightest of circles over the bundle of nerves before pulling away.
Inconsiderate prick.
“You think I’d miss you?” You laughed, angry at yourself that you couldn’t even muster the energy to make it sound bitter, “You’re not a king anymore, why should I bow to you?” You wanted to sound brave, to sound like your legs weren’t shaking and that you weren’t actually scared out of your mind, but your body loved this, the way he growled, though his stomach lips showed tenderness in kissing the skin of your lower spine.
You were excited because of that fear.
He could rip you apart, he could eviscerate you where you stood, but he chose not to, but yet you knew he could. He wanted to taste your flesh, to delve between your thighs, to have you squeeze around him as he brought pleasure that wasn’t just for him; it was to sate the primal need that lived in his mind. His fingers kept you spread as something blunt and hard probed, your fingers curling into the stone as you inhaled deep, only to have it shoved out of you in the next second as he bullied his way in, your body familiar and yet not prepared for the stretch.
Split.
Spread.
You felt like you might die for a second.
Pain faded fast with his ruts, the king holding onto your body for dear life as he fucked you without abandon, a man who had gone too long without water in a desert, the apex between your thighs the oasis for him to drink. Lips ran across skin, your hips fondled and forced into the sinful rhythm between two bodies. You had missed this, the stretch and the pain, to have your head engulfed in a pity of a kiss that made your eyes roll and your body tremble.
“First thing you do…” you said when your mouth was freed, the king slowing his thrusts to no doubt hold out longer, “is find me.”
The king didn’t say much, he instead feasted upon the pleasure only you could give him, you quick to throw your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle the moans that tumbled from your lips. Though he wouldn’t say it, you could still tell how he had yearned for you to warm his bed at night. He held you close, he inhaled your scent, and though you didn’t love him you also found yourself craving his touch.
Reaching behind, your brushed your fingers along the nape of his neck, a sensitive part of him that had him angling his hips and breaking his rhythm, one that had you going from the flats of your feet to your toes in order to not be dragged across the wall. His hand came between you and the stone, his fingers rubbing the bundle of nerves that twitched for touch as you huffed, clenching your eyes shut as you felt yourself spill over him, and he in turn spilled in you.
It dripped down your thighs and onto the path below as the king disappeared, holding yourself up via the stone wall, shuddering as you felt the sin creep from your body. You returned to your duties a few minutes after.
You also added a new duty to your roster: check on the king.
