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late at night, when creatures of the night wake up, the queen is walking barefoot through the dark palace hallways.
immune to the cold, unbothered by the darkness and the eerie atmosphere the palace has at night, she advances with delicacy and pride. her long silky black robe flying behind her because of the speed of her steps and the breeze.
when she reaches the king's chambers, the guards just open the doors for her, not daring to question her if they want to stay alive. less when she looks so angry.
the night is quiet and there's a breeze, the moonlight comes from the windows lighting up the room and the king is seated in the middle of the bed with posts, lazily, leaning on the headboard. he smiles at her sight, "i knew you were going to come."
she cocks a brow, at the foot of the bed, and lets the silk slide down. she's naked, her skin shines under the moon, and her eyes are redder than ever. his gaze sweps over her, lustful and hungry, enjoying every detail from her tits to her round hips and her pretty cunt.
she doesn't like his cockiness but she knows how to put him in his place, she pierces her finger with her fang and a drop of blood starts to fall.
she offers it.
he smiles and, like the easy whore he is, he crawls on the silk sheets to suck it, already drooling for her, but just when he's about to mouth it, she holds his jaw with her long nails and pulls him close to her face.
who does he think he is? getting things easy like this? after what he's done?
he gasps and his eyelids are heavy, breathing hard.
his robe is open and his hard cock is tall and proud, ready to make its way inside a cunt he doesn't deserve.
"don't make me laugh," she mocks him and pushes him back, so he falls back on the bed.
he smiles because this is what he wants.
she climbs on top of him slowly like a delicate cat, waving her hips as her knees press on the mattress, and with her finger she paints his chest to mark a path she then follows with her warm tongue until his small brown nipple, which she sucks and his head falls back.
she takes his cock in her hand and starts to pump it, he moans helplessly. he's stronger than her, bigger than her, more powerful than her, but he's always in her hands like a messy damsel in distress.
her fangs scratch his chest, leaving small pink lines, and her lips kiss, trying to soothe the burn.
"bite me," he pleads.
she laps his skin and smiles. "my king wants to feed his queen?"
he hums a yes, eyes closing tight as her hand stays on his tip and rolls around it, turning his legs into a shaky mess. his thighs heat up and his insides tense, trying to jump away from her but wishing to stay.
proud of herself, she bites into his chest and her tongue laps the warm blood dripping. his groan resonates in the room and his hips thrust into her hand, or try to because immediately she grips it hard.
"lisa," he pleads, again.
"stay quiet," she murmurs, enjoying her appetizer before the great meal.
"but-"
he gasps when softly slaps the tip of his cock. currents of electricity make him twitch as she pulls back and glares at him.
"what? my king?" she says through gritted teeth, her breath grazing his lips. "do you want to come?"
his pretty doe eyes look at her, entranced, while he nods.
she smirks, releasing his cock completely until it is pathetically hanging between them, red and wet. "do you think you deserve it?"
he knows that he doesn't.
"yes"
she claws his thigh and he moans like the little pain slut he is.
her other hand grips his jaw again and she would hate the way his mouth opens, lips swollen because he's been biting them, but he's always so handsome and pretty.
"do you think you deserve it?" she repeats, daring him to play stupid again.
"no," he mumbles. "but 'm hungry too," he adds like it will change anything.
she snorts. "you wouldn't be," she starts, long red nails leaving chills on his skin as they travel upwards. "if you stopped flirting with those stupid peasants," her voice grows angrier and her hand takes his cock again, pumping fast.
"shit," he moans.
"yeah, shit!" she agrees in his ear. "does it make you horny to see them swoon over you, my king?" she bites his lobe, pulling it. his hips try to shake away from her rough hand, prisoner of a fast pleasure aiming to ruin him. "does it turn you on to see her stupid pale cheeks fill with blood? do you want to bite them? suck from them?"
he shakes his head, desperate. the pace of her hand is making him arch, whine and roll his eyes back. her claws of her other hand are keeping him up though, controlling his jaw and exposing his face to her so he won't hide.
"then you flirt with them to get my attention, my king?" she laps his cheek and he closes his eyes, overwhelmed, but he manages to nod. "you're so pathetic baby, can't even have a day with me away," she giggles quietly, leaving loving kisses on his face as her hand slows down a bit and he hates it, he wants it fast and rough, he wants her to make him cum because without her he can't. "but you are so bad when I'm away, you always end up without dinner," she cooes and their eyes meet.
she's so beautiful and perfect, such a dream and a nightmare. his wife and his torturer.
"but I will have dinner baby," she pecks his lips and he groans when she doesn't stay, leaving him wanting, yearning. "if you behave, you might have it too. will you behave?"
his eyes, reddened, are heavy on her and he nods, obedient. his hands ache with the yearning to touch her beautiful body, her curves and her perfect creamy skin, but he knows better than that, he knows he's not allowed to touch, to kiss, to come.
he was bad and this is his punishment.
and it could be worse.
lisa frees his jaw and pushes him back to bed. he lies flat on the silk black sheets and his bangs tickle his right lashes. she looks like the queen she is over him, perfectly straight, with her perky tits and heavy nipples hard and darkened, filled of blood that makes him drool.
her nails leave paths of fire on his chest as she outlines the clefts between his pecs, his abdomen and his hips.
his cock leaks and her finger wipes the drop of pre-cum.
he bites his lower lip and breaks it, seeing her suck and drink it.
she moves over him and his eyes lock on her gripping his cock up and swallowing it in her cunt slowly. he arches, sensitive and pleased, humming a moan and gripping the sheets so hard he tears them, "fuck, lisa..."
lisa closes her eyes and stays still, adjusting to his length and thickness. it always feels like the first time, especially after days away, especially when her escorts let her know he flirted with the pretty peasants, giving them all they wanted with just a flutter of lashes.
he's a fucking whore.
he wanted her back from her small trip to her mother's house and he got her.
but not for free.
she starts to move slowly and bites her lips, head falling back with long black hair tickling her back.
"so good, baby," she moans quietly.
her clit is swollen and needy, it presses perfectly on his hips when she lowers and his cock feels perfect when it slides inside her back and forth, so thick it fills her clenching walls.
she glances down and smiles at finding him so needy too, muscles tense and bulging, jaw sharp as a knife, clenched, and his lip dripping a bit of blood.
this is fun because he can't come, not until she says so.
feeling petty, she buries her knees on the mattress and starts to bounce on him, prolonging such a good yet painful torture to him that makes his balls heavy and swollen, dying to push out warm cum.
jungkook's mouth falls open in silence gasps and he raises his head, helpless at the sight of her moving so fast. lisa pins him down with her hands on his chest and revels in him losing it, moaning more and more as she clenches and pumps his cock with her cunt.
"fuck, please, please, like this," of course he likes it, he's still a pain slut, a pathetic mess. "lisa, please"
moans so pretty, he's so pretty...
her clit gets squished against him again and again, it feels like soft pats of his hands, and it creates electricity in her veins, legs squeezing around him.
"shit," she trembles a bit. "you're so good to me baby, so good," she mumbles.
she climbs her hand to his neck, where she feels his raging pulse, and she grips him. jungkook gasps, arching to give her more of his neck, and she feels hot tingles crawling on her back.
"look at you," she smirks, proud. "surrendering like the little slut you are with your desperate cock inside me, no one will want your little slutty cock but me, baby, no one will treat it as good as me, do you know that?" he moans and she sees pleasure tears growing in the corners of his pretty round eyes. and he nods, sucking on her finger when she presses it against his mouth. "is it good baby? is it good?"
he nods again.
"bite it"
he does and he moans at tasting her blood in his mouth, reviving him.
she claws his chest, she loves to see the red lines, her marks on him, she loves to see small scars of her bites still healing on his shoulders, chest and arms. she hover over him and enjoys his moans louder, mixing with hers.
jungkook then does that exquisite thing that he always does when he's at the edge.
his strong hips start thrusting up, hard and fast. she grips the sheets next to him and moans against his jaw, her other hand squeezes his neck, taking away her finger from him. "fuck baby, do that again, do it for your queen, shit, like this, like this," she whines a bit in soft whispers.
he's almost there and she's almost there, too. her hips rub recklessly against him and his cock goes so deep, so good inside her.
she frees his neck and she finally buries her fangs on his neck.
"come"
lustful warm blood fills her mouth, her legs shake from a powerful orgasm that blanks her mind and jungkook comes inside her, trembling.
his hands finally touch her. he squeezes her ass cheeks to pin her against him and his cock pumps cum inside her to the brim.
she wishes them to settle, to grow a life, a piece of both. and then she wishes it not to, so they can try again and again and she will be full of his cum all the times, leaking his essence and marked for life.
his groans and whines are music to her ears.
her eyes roll back, sucking, drinking, feeling his energy travel inside her in both ways. he's life, he's love and he's lust. he's her property and her king.
she laps the carmine drops that stain his neck as he calms down but she keeps moving her hips on him, overstimulating his poor cook because she's not done.
she kisses him and he moans in her mouth. he takes her kisses like a blessing. he missed his queen.
he sits up with her on his lap and his body cradles her, protecting the most precious thing he's ever had.
he feels dizzy and lightheaded, lost in her. he wants more. he's ruined but he knows he can cry and whine and cum so much. cum more inside her.
his hand caresses her back and holds her neck, deepening the kiss with open mouths and sneaky wet tongues. he tastes his blood, he's hungry and he feels himself still hard inside her.
"you're such a good boy," she praises him, pulling back.
he loves to hear that.
he loves to be praised and he loves the gift she presents to him, moving her hair back and revealing her perfect neck.
"drink baby, we have a long night to go," she allows him, with her long claws feeling delicious on his face.
he drinks from her and his cock jumps inside her, hearing her moans. lisa moves again, swaying on him, and he's gripping her so hard he's leaving his prints on her flesh.
it feels good and it hurts, he's so sensitive and so hungry. and he can't have enough of her.
he eats messily just because he loves to see the thick drops marking ways on her body, down her collarbones to her tits to her flat stomach.
he holds her nape while observing her and loves to see her hips crashing against his, swallowing his cock in wet smacks.
"bite me, jungkook, bite me," she offers herself and he grips her tits to lap the rests and create more little painful yet pleasant holes on her flesh, marking what's his.
she grips his hair, pulling it, but pushes her tits against his mouth. "you're so needy, fuck, marking me. don't wanna no one daring to touch what's yours, king?"
jungkook flips her on the bed, almost wildly. he sees her cheeky smile, she loves to see him like this, and he gives her more of it.
his hips pound into her roughly, making the big bed shake. little whines escape her thick red lips and her nails scratch him.
he devours her with licks, sucks and bites. he cleans her skin and heals it, then he bites on her nipple and she arches under her, having him wrapped up tightly with her long legs.
"fuuuuck," she moans, losing her mind.
he sucks on her nipples, piercing her flesh, and she scratches his back out of pleasure.
"come inside your queen, jungkook," she urges him, pushing him harder with her heels on his asscheeks. "fill me up, fill me up," she demands even when it sounds like pleas.
jungkook can't think anymore.
he's a mess while making her a mess.
he thrusts into her harder and harder, dwelling on her warmth, her tightness, the fucking sight of her under him and her hands holding his face.
"cum," she orders again.
and so he does.
he comes undone in her, still pushing his cock inside her until there's a mess of cum and slick on their thighs. but he can't stop. beyond overstimulation, he pounds into her, finds her clit to rub it mercilessly and makes her come, screaming his name, because he's her slut but this slut won't stop until she becomes a small piece of wrecked mess like himself.
her legs tremble around him and she hugs him tightly, trying to comfort herself and him.
he finally falls on her body, dizzy, tired but satisfied to have his stomach full, his youth in place and his wife in his chambers again.
he rolls not to crush her and she snuggles on his embrace like the soft sweet person she actually is when she's not mad.
he likes to make her mad though. that reminds him who he prefers to be in charge.
behind a powerful king there's always a more powerful queen.