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Everything was dark. Pitch black. Was so dense you couldn’t see your hand mere inches from your face. But right where a rather tall and lanky man stood, it was as if a spotlight was shinning down onto him as his figure tensed greatly with the newly brought light and the sound of shoes clacking on tile.
From the inky darkness emerged a woman. Dress as dark as everything around her, the same for her few dashes of makeup and beautifully woven hair in a stylish bouquet. Although, there was a blossoming, flourishing rose tucked in a few locks of hair. It was the only thing that stood out in the sea of ink.
“Do you know why I brought you here?” The woman spoke. Voice rich and demanding with authority. She knew already she held the higher ground. Both of them knew that well.
“Charlie, please. I understand that you’re upset, hell, want me dead. Upset couldn’t even describe how you feel, I’m sure if it!“ Figure still tense, his words fell off from his tongue as weak as his stature. “Just.. please. Let me try to do something. Anything! What I did was beyond redeemable. I was stupid and naive, should of been paying attention to what was going on around me rather than what I was a focused on.”
Charlie let the man speak his offer, more of a plead, but it amused her.
“I want to do everything I can to make something right. Change something for the better that I messed up.” His voice had lowered to defeat with his last sentence, the tenseness in his body loosening as memories of the past began to resurface.
Losing his gaze at the checkered tiles in his moment of thought, Charlie blocked his vision, snapping him out of his daze like trance.
“Oh, Maxy.” She cooed, placing a gentle hand to the man’s chest. “You always had such a way with words, didn’t you?” Charlie’s voice was a whisper as her hand then began to roam under the man’s overcoat.
“But that all was in the past, wasn’t it? The past was then and it’s the now. So..” Her voice picked up as she trailed along his chest, feeling each muscle tense up in such a gentle touch. “I really brought you here for something much more important.”
Desperate, Maxwell took no hesitation to jump into action. “Anything! I don’t care what it takes, if I have to stay on that damned throne for all eternity then I’ll do it!” He was at her mercy, being tugged like a dog on a leash. It’s not that he feared Charlie, only a tad, but he really did want to help her. Make everything normal for everyone. For her.
“Join me, Maxy.” Charlie could hardly contain her excitement as she spoke. “I know you left Them on bad terms, but it’s all me now and only me. Don’t you want to stay by my side again?”
The venom of lies that came from her mouth didn’t do a thing to Maxwell. A chance was given, not one that he hoped for, but it was something. So he took it.
“Yes! Of course I do. I just…” Another hand was placed to his chest, cutting his words short as both hands slithered up to his shoulders, pushing off the overcoat from his arms in the process.
“Let me in then, Maxy.” A husky voice whispered back to him as Charlie brushed herself up against Maxwell, giving him a hint as clear as day with what was to come.
It had been maybe years since Maxwell had seen Charlie in person like this. But her gentle and assertive movements had him melt like butter. Those hands that belonged to the woman he loved with all his being. How could he say no?
“Ch-Charlie..” He stuttered before being pushed back onto what he was expecting to be the cold hard floor, but rather onto something plush that sprung back once he landed on it. A bed?
The powers that They possessed were other worldly, but during Maxwell’s time he hadn’t done anything of the sort that Charlie had began to wield. Such as seemingly teleporting the two of them to a luxurious master bedroom. Of course, it was still so dark with only lit candles being the source of light around them.
“You wouldn’t know how long I’ve waited to see you like this again, love. But this time, I’ve got somethin’ special for you.” For a moment, as Charlie seemingly slipped off her dress, an accent also slipped in her words. A southern accent, one much like her sister. It sent small shivers throughout Maxwell’s body from hearing such a simple word, she immediately picked up on this.
Now with Maxwell scrambling to move himself up further on the bed as Charlie started to get on it, he was still greeted with her holding him down by sitting on his lap.
“W-What did you have for me?” He gasped, a bit worried with what Charlie had in mind.
“Nothing much.. Well. After seeing you and that little scientist mess around a few times, it gave me a wonderful idea.” As Maxwell expected to feel a hand to his throat or any sort of agonizing pain, instead Charlie had pulled down the front of her undergarments, only for a member, looking much like nightmare fuel, spring out, fully erect.
“I thought I’d fuck you instead.”
This.. certainly wasn’t expected at all. How did she even managed to do something like that? Maybe it’s because it never crossed his mind to do something of the sort, but why would he? Nonetheless, she had his full, devoted attention. The visible shivers of pleasure growing in his groin from such a display and words made it known that he was all in.
“I know you’d always love it when I’d be in charge.” She purred, as with a flick of her wrist, tentacles, also seemingly made of nightmare fuel sprouted from the bed, attaching themselves to various parts along Maxwell’s body.
“Charlie I don’t..” The grasp of those cold tentacles curling underneath his clothing and pulling them away made him shudder. “I don’t know if I-I can take all of that. We’ve never really—“ Cut off again by the rapid motion of his arms being jerked above his head, he yelped, they were held firmly in place by one of those damned appendages.
“Oh, believe me love. It’ll fit. I’ll make sure of it.” Charlie cooed, now having Maxwell below her in only his boxers. The sight of how thinner he had become worried her a bit, not that it should matter any longer. He wouldn’t need to worry about food, sleep, anything in time.
“You poor thing,” She began, her hand now on his bare flesh. It wasn’t cold like the tentacles. It was warm. Comforting. “Much more thin than the last time I’ve seen you like this.”
Whilst speaking, her other hand was busy, tip of her index trailing down his abdomen to the hem of his boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion much like his arms being jerked above his head. “I’ll make sure you’re more than full.” She giggled as the tentacles from before seemingly torn off those boxers, which now appeared slightly too big considering how thin Maxwell was.
Being stunned by both those tentacles touching him in such dirty ways along his entire body, removing his clothes and finally seeing Charlie in person, only to be immediately brought in bed, it left him mostly speechless. He didn’t know much of what to say at all. Anything close to words from his mouth were needy and pleasured groans or attempts to say Charlie’s name.
“Ch-Charlie, I need.. hhhah..” Another freezing appendage wrapped itself around his leg like a snake with its prey only to lift up his leg, displaying himself more to Charlie. With his heart now in his throat, nervous being an understatement with how he felt, but his mind was plagued with more of a primal need to be touched more, pleasured. Only by *her*.
“What do you need, Maxy?” Her tone was still so confident, just like the movements of her index now trailing up his shaft, stopping just before reaching his tip, making this all the more frustrating for Maxwell.
“I n-need you inside of me.. puh-please.” Practically begging at this point, he no longer cared how painful it’d feel. He knew all too well that his thirst being finally quenched would be worth the small amount of pain. More than worth it.
“Why didn’t you say so? I bet you’ve been aching for a moment like this with me, huh?” Her words turned to whispers, leaning over Maxwell to mumble sweet words into his ear as her free hand that hadn’t supported her weight, busied itself with lining up the tip of her length.
The feeling was something Maxwell hadn’t expected. It wasn’t cold, but it also wasn’t as painful and had already seemed to be lubed, surely with the material it was made out of. Either way, it got a gasp from him.
“You’re so tight, sweet. Try to relax.” The confidence melted away from her voice, becoming soft and comforting. Her words seemed to of done the job for once Maxwell let his tense muscles begin to relax after keeping his eyes shut and a slow breath exhaling from his mouth, Charlie let herself in even more.
Giving Maxwell a moment to adjust to the length inside of him, which was hardly half and being only four or so inches, Charlie pulled her hips back only to gently and slowly thrust herself forwards, stuffing her partner with what he took previously.
“You feel so good, Maxy.” Charlie seemed to of finally broken away her professionalism from before, shuddering with her words as she began to succumb to those intense emotions and needs. “I can’t wait to fill you all the way.”
With each thrust her speed picked up ever so slightly, pushing herself closer and closer for both of their hips to touch. Unlike Maxwell who was an absolute mess of moans, Charlie made more growls than sounds of pleasure. This only turned him on even more.
“I love seeing you wiggle and squirm under me, enjoying every second of me inside of you. Think you can take all of me?”
Getting a quick nod from her partner, she thrust her hips forwards with such power as skin touched skin, having a very satisfied look to her face after seeing such an intense reaction from Maxwell. He practically yelled out a noise of pleasure, throwing his head back and struggling to bring it back up from the sheer force of him being rammed into again and again.
As the two quickened their pace, the tentacle that had wrapped itself around Maxwell’s leg slithered up further, coiling itself around his cock, jerking in time with its owner.
“Yes, Maxy. Let me hear all of you. Don’t hold any of your cries back, I want all of it.” She demanded, showing no signs of stopping or slowing down with each force of her thrusts.
Maxwell did just that, his squeaks and cries heavy with desperation, rung throughout the room the two were isolated in, but neither seemed to notice. They were too caught up in each other.
Too overcome with stimulation, any words he tried to speak only came out in slurs or moans as he quickly reached his climax, being milked out of its pleasure as he came onto his stomach and chest. Charlie seemed to of not noticed as her movements became somehow more aggressive.
The grip Charlie had on his shoulder and side tightened with her claws sinking into his flesh. But that small sting of pain wasn’t enough to distract Maxwell from the overstimulation from both her and the tentacle as he already began to feel the oncoming orgasm from the intense pleasure.
Both were too focused on reaching their climax as Charlie began to decorate Maxwell’s neck with sloppy kisses in between her pleased growls before her hold grew tighter as she put all of her might in her few final thrusts, releasing herself into Maxwell. Her partner had also reached his orgasm, although for a second time, leaving him more than winded.
The tentacles that so tightly held Maxwell in his place, let him down onto the plush bed with ease before sinking away into the bed from which they came. Charlie had pulled herself out, admiring the overflow of nightmare fuel that came out of her partner, then laying atop of him with a pleased smile, giving him more proper kisses along his face and lips this time.
“You did so good, Maxy.” Charlie chirped, sitting back up to clean the mess the two had made only to be bound to her spot from two weak arms wrapped around her torso.
Despite being absolutely exhausted, Maxwell held onto Charlie like his life depended on it. Tears seemed to be trickling down his face as snuggled himself closer to her.
“Please don’t leave just yet.” He wept, not caring about the mess that still lingered and stuck to their skin as they held each other close.
Charlie paid no mind to the mess and she was more than glad to stay for a moment longer, returning the warm embrace, kissing what she could along Maxwell’s shoulder and neck as he cried softly into hers. It almost made her feel bad for what They she initially planned to do. Almost.
“Of course, Maxy.” She assured him.
The Queen still held strong feelings for this mess of a man, but he was one of the last puzzle pieces to Their her plan. This was only to put the bird in its cage of thorns to never escape.
“I love you.”