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It was an average day for King Eret, mostly filled with paperwork and meetings concerning the Eggpire invading their territory and other international relations. There were trading agreements with Snowchester they had to go over and a meeting to be set up with Kinoko Kingdom about peace treaties. But, for an hour today, Eret let themself relax, sitting on their throne with a book in their hand. Music floated through the throne room from the jukebox in the corner, playing a lovely tune that was one of their favorites. They’d ordered the servants to stay out of the throne room while they took their break so they could fully delve themselves into the book they were reading, one of their favorite pastimes recently. So, with complete peace, they read.
A cough coming from the end of the throne room, however, sent Eret’s head flashing upward. They’d told them to not come in…
“Wilbur,” Eret asked in surprise, awe, and confusion. The man at the end of the hall grinned and waved lazily, pushing off the wall to saunter forward.
“Yours truly,” he replied cockily.
“You’re… alive?” Eret pushed themself upright on the throne, adjusting their glasses as if they were deceiving their own eyes. “How?”
“Oh, you see, Dream was nice enough to pull me out of hell,” Wilbur told him dismissively, now standing only a few feet away. His skin seemed paler, almost greener than before his death, Eret realized, and his hair was now filled with white streaks. Bandages covered his skin, though most of it was covered up by clothing as if he was cold even in the spring weather.
“The revive book,” Eret murmured, removing their glasses and furrowing their brows. Wilbur knew of their eyes anyway; no point in hiding it.
“So you’ve heard of it,” he exclaimed.
“Rumors,” Eret admitted. “But he actually did it?”
“Of course, the man is a genius,” Wilbur drawled, twirling a finger. “You know, and in my newfound second chance, I’ve begun to realize that I need to reconvene with many people in my past life that… inconvenienced me. Surely I never would’ve left limbo if I wasn’t meant to, right?”
Eret was silent as an eerie, threatening energy filled the room, Wilbur slowly moving closer to the throne, step by step up the pedestal.
“So, naturally, I had to come to visit you, my dear Eret,” Wilbur grinned dangerously, now on the top step, their feet a few inches away. “The worst traitor there was.”
“What do you want,” Eret asked fearfully, their voice no louder than a whisper. “I can repay you in any way; I’ve tried to do that this whole time.”
“Oh, Eret,” the man tsked, leaning over to place his hands on the armrests of the throne, their faces inches away. “I want revenge.”
Before Eret could react, Wilbur lunged forward, grabbing the back of the king’s head and locking them into a deep kiss. Eyes flashing wide, Eret tried to fight away but Wilbur had always been stronger, both brains and brawn compared to Eret’s brains. With one knee propped between Eret’s legs, Wilbur continued to shove his tongue down Eret’s throat. His knee dug into the king’s crotch and Eret involuntarily rolled their hips into the friction, revolting in their own mind about how wrong all of this was. Wilbur, however, seemed thrilled.
“There you go,” he laughed, pulling away and pining Eret to the throne. “Just give in – it’ll be over before you know it.”
“Get off me,” Eret hissed, thrashing against the man’s grip. “Let me go!”
“Not a chance,” Wilbur cackled. “Not when you look so good serving me for once.”
Wilbur wrapped a hand around Eret’s throat and they let out a guttural scream but it was muted and quiet due to the strangulation. Huffing, Wilbur dragged Eret out of the throne so they were kneeling in front of it and pined their back to the seat with a knee. With his free hands, he quickly unbuckled his belt and pants pulling out his half-hard cock. After slapping it lightly against Eret’s face, he pried Eret’s mouth open with his thumbs, spitting on their face for an extra touch.
“Open up, slut,” he snarled, already shaking with anticipation. “You bite and I’ll make sure you have a slow and painful death.”
Eret tried to keep it clamped shut but Wilbur pinched their nose and pried their mouth open, shoving his cock in at the moment that Eret opened for air. They immediately gagged but Wilbur didn’t care, thrusting down the king’s throat without remorse. The crown slipped off their head and landed on the soft cushions of the throne as Wilbur pounded into Eret’s mouth, the soft wet sounds coming from the abused entrance. Wilbur groaned at the tightness and warmth, fire coursing through his cold veins. Being revived had it’s downsides, but sex immediately solved it, as he was now realizing. It quickly became a drug. He needed more.
Panting, he pulled out of Eret’s mouth, letting them sputter and gasp for air, tears making their mascara run down their cheeks. Wilbur’s eyes were unfocused as his chest rose and fell above them, crazed and wild. Eret couldn’t help but whimper.
“Please,” they begged, sobbing through pants. “Please, I’ll give you anything.”
“You already are, slut,” Wilbur grinned. “Now come here.”
Grabbing Eret by the hair, he slammed their head down against the side of the throne, causing them to nearly lose consciousness as they swayed and fell to the floor. Wilbur wasted no time stripping the king of their clothes, laughing when they saw the matching lingerie set beneath. What a whore , he thought with delight. All mine now.
As Eret’s head swam and they came into their own mind again, they felt their hips being pulled onto Wilbur’s lap, who was now sitting on their throne with no pants. Eret’s crown was now on his head, tilted and uneven, but he was still grinning nonetheless. He held Eret’s wrists behind their back with one hand, slapping their ass with the other. Eret hiccuped and flinched at each impact, but no longer fought it. Just let him get it over with , they thought bitterly. There’s no escaping now .
“What a slut,” Wilbur murmured, “all for me. You’ve probably slept with everybody on the server, huh? I doubt anyone could resist this body. Is that how you got this crown? You spread your legs for Dream? Maybe we both can fuck you mindless soon, once I get him out of prison.”
Eret whimpered, his ass tightening as one slender finger began to poke at his hole. It barely got in and Wilbur growled in frustration, both at the tightness and the difficulty since he now realized he forgot to bring lube.
“Suck,” Wilbur ordered, bringing his fingers in front of Eret’s face, which was down at Wilbur’s feet. Reluctantly, Eret let Wilbur shove his hand into their mouth and they swirled their tongue over his fingers, thoroughly coating them in saliva. Satisfied, he pulled out and began to prod once more.
This time, with the horrible substitute for lube, they slipped in a bit easier. Eret wiggled at each intrusion but stilled with each slap on their ass. Wilbur also quickly found their prostate and began to rub at it, bringing involuntary moans from Eret’s mouth, which was music to the man’s ears. Deeming the moans as a way of determining that they were loose enough, Wilbur pulled his fingers out and yanked Eret up by their hair, wrapping one arm around their waist and the other moving to align his cock with Eret’s ass. With one thrust, Wilbur pushed in.
Eret screamed . It was as if a thousand knives ripped their ass apart in one go. It was the worst pain possible but Wilbur gave no mercy, groaning shamelessly in their ear as they forced Eret to bounce up and down, allowing Wilbur to completely bottom out. Blood began to seep out of Eret’s ass as he sobbed openly, though the throne room was large enough that nobody outside the door could hear them. The sight of the red liquid made Wilbur shudder with delight and Eret could feel his cock twitch within him. With Wilbur’s arms snaking around them, one hand holding tight onto their throat, Eret could do nothing but ride the monster beneath him, moans mixing in with their sobs and begs as Wilbur slammed into their prostate over and over again.
“God, you’re going to be my fucking cumslut,” Wilbur groaned, his arms still picking Eret up and dropping them repeatedly onto his cock. “Gunna fucking breed you like the whore you are, all mine to ruin.”
“Wilbur,” Eret moaned, letting the name slip before they could stop. “Please…”
“That’ll be ‘sir’, bitch,” he hissed, slamming in extra hard, causing Eret to cry out in pain, their head swimming.
“Sir,” they forced out, praying it would make the situation end sooner. “Please, fuck me, breed me.”
It seemed to be what Wilbur wanted to hear because he immediately sped out his pace, his breath going more ragged than before.
“What are you,” he bellowed in their ear. “Whose slut are you?”
“I’m your slut,” Eret sobbed, letting Wilbur squeeze their neck as their face turned red. “I’m your own cumslut, please. ”
Groaning, Wilbur slammed Eret down onto his cock and held them there as cum shot up into their ass, filling them even more full than before. Eret whimpered and let out a sultry moan once more, letting their head fall back onto Wilbur’s shoulder. Huffing, Wilbur pressed kisses to their neck, biting at the skin with his canines hard enough to draw more blood, sucking to produce a hickey. He’ll let everybody know who fucked them, who they belonged to. They were all his. His.
“What a good slut,” he murmured into their ear gently before roughly shoving them off of him. They tumbled out of his lap with a cry, falling down the stone steps of the pedestal. Wilbur slouched in the throne momentarily, taking heavy, satisfied breaths as he stared at Eret’s ass, which was now leaking with a mixture of cum and blood. Eret wept onto the floor, pain lacing through their entire body.
“Will,” they whispered, glancing up from behind heavy tears at the man on their throne, wearing their crown. “Please… I’m sorry…”
“Oh, you will be,” he laughed, standing up and grabbing his pants. He slipped into them effortlessly and put away his cock. “That was a good fuck, Eret, I’ve got to say. I’ll be enjoying it.”
Enjoying? “What?”
Wilbur crouched down beside them, grabbing their chin. “Oh, did you think this was a one-time thing?”
Eret looked up at them with a watery gaze and Wilbur spat straight on their face as they dropped their chin.
“Pathetic,” he spat, adjusting his coat and hair. “I’ll be upstairs. I think this’ll be a nice place to stay for a while. I’m sure you’ll welcome me here.”
Eret couldn’t respond, just lying tiredly on the floor. Wilbur went out of his way to kick Eret’s throbbing cock with the toe of his boot before striding out of the throne room. No mercy, indeed.