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Another tedious day.
Sat on a throne of ice- countless of his subjects kneeled at his feet, proclaiming their love and adoration for the lord along with their requests and troubles.
Yes, Cruel King loved them- as a mother loves her children.
But it got tiring, only listening to grievances all day.
At long last, the final civilian bows graciously- disappearing out of the huge doors leading to his throne room. The King lets out a long suffering sigh, sinking down in his seat as he finally allows himself to relax.
Rays of warm sunlight poured in through the window- a rare sight within the kingdom of ice with a hailstorm that never seemed to let up.
Cruel King smiled faintly, his thoughts drifting back to you.
Your smile, so warm and precious. Thoughts, feelings and emotions he had never truly come to understand for himself- packaged up in your lively body.
Truly- he wanted to become closer to you,
As scandalous as it was to have these thoughts about a mere foot soldier.
He hummed thoughtfully to himself.
You and the other knights would have likely finished eating supper by now- unless you had desert today?
Cruel King sighed. As much as he desired your warming presence to fend off the frost of the ice dagger- he wanted you to be happy, as well.
As he sat contemplating, quietly lost in thought, Cruel King caught a glimpse of light, reflecting off silvery armor.
Could it be?
He sat up- impatient.
"Show yourself!" He barked, wincing slightly at his tone that had come out a little too harsh- just in case it was you.
Much to his dismay, the visor of your helmet appeared from around the corner.
While other knights all appeared the same to him, Cruel King could recognise you from any distance.
Your gait, your tone, your mannerisms- he'd spent many a sleepless night burning them into his memory. Was it strange? He'd never felt such emotion before.
"A-apologies, my lord." You stammered, appearing from behind the pillar to bow- limbs stiff with anxiety. "Uh- we just had seconds, and the chef wanted me to let you know it's honey cake for desert. In case you wanted any. M-my lord."
Truth be told, the Cruel King scared you shitless.
Sure, he was gorgeous, had a reputation for being kind and benevolent, bla bla bla, but you noticed him treating you differently.
Gazes when he thought you weren't looking, lingering touches when he marched past you in hallways and calling upon you more than any other knight- for trivial tasks like brewing hot tea and fetching his scepter.
Did he have something against you?
Shit- even worse, had you somehow offended him without realising?
"...That sounds good." Cruel King nodded. "Please escort me there, knight." He commanded, pushing himself up from his throne.
Oh yeah. You were definitely, royally, fucked.
"Right- right this way, sir."
Ever faithfully, you led him down the sprawling halls of Blackrock Castle, navigating down the carpeted rooms with trained familiarity.
Yet, you dared not cast your gaze backwards. For fear of the King noticing your shaking legs, and the sweat that beaded on your forehead. Another thing, the Cruel King was ruthless to those he deemed a threat to the kingdom. And what if he had just decided you were the next target?
You'd half expected to feel ice pierce into the back of your head, and die upon the grounds as you journeyed to the food hall, yet felt nothing as you pushed open the oak doors, bowing as you motioned for the Cruel King to enter.
"My thanks. Though I was hoping you would fetch the food for me, knight." He grinned.
The playfulness of the gesture was lost on you as you had a mini panic attack.
Oh man.
"Of course- my Lord." You saluted hastily, scurrying off in the direction of the kitchen.
The Cruel King watched you dash away affectionately.
You were always so tense and poised around him- so desperate to please- a stark contrast from the other knights who were all stony-faced and silent. A bit of life within these frozen walls were appreciated.
...That being scared, he couldn't exactly put a finger on why you seemed to shy away from his gaze when others sought it out.
Maybe you were just the shy type.
"I have your food- my Lord!" You yelped, hurrying back from the kitchen accompanied by the sound of steel grinding against the cobblestone flooring, gasping from the weight of the metal food trolley you pushed.
"Mm. My thanks. Please bring that back to my quarters." Cruel King acknowledged, before turning on his heel in the direction opposite.
You sighed, increasingly frustrated and paranoid from the man's mixed signals.
"Right in here." Cruel King announced, stopping in front of a set of doors, adorned with ice crystals that crusted the sides. "Follow." With a gentle push, the frost cracked open and fell onto the ground- melting near instantaneously.
You follow behind obediently- blood pounding in your head as you felt his stare follow you into the room before following behind, letting the doors slam shut.
Huffing, you manage to shove the trolley into a small patch of carpet, untouched by the glaze that froze onto nearly every surface of the King's room.
It settled in sheeny layers of rime, creating sculptures of crystalline water that grew out of every nook and cranny- in stark contrast to the luxurious furnishings within.
Despite working up a sweat from pushing the laden cart of food (what the hell kind of dishes did the wizard make for the king???), the cold bit into your damp skin underneath the layers of metal.
You coughed awkwardly, straightening up to meet the Cruel King's gaze.
"If you don't need my presence anymore- my Lord, I'll uh, be taking my leave." You mumbled, feeling the familiar worm of anxiety curling in your stomach as his cold gaze pierced through you.
Were you shivering from the cold? Or apprehension?
"No. Stay, for a while longer. Watch over me while I eat." Cruel king responded, turning away as he lowered his crown off his head and tossing it casually on the bed.
You stifled a gasp- blood pressure spiking as the precious metals and gemstones rolled a few paces on the satin sheets- precariously teetering near the edge.
Cruel King sighed wearily, finally unclipping his robe and throwing it over his arm chair, before sinking down in his velvety armchair pushed next to a fine mahogany desk.
Jagged pieces of ice embedded on the arms dug into his skin.
"M-my Lord, surely that can't be comfortable?" You question, concern in your tone.
"...It is normal for me. Come."
"Ah, which dish would you like?" You ask, gesturing at the trolley you'd laboured so hard to drag over.
"None, for now. Come." He repeated, finger curling impatiently.
You exhaled, accepting your fate.
This would probably be the part where he accuses you of being a foreign spy and kills you.
"...No. Don't stand there, sit." Cruel king smiled, pointing at his bed next to his chair.
"I..." You glance down awkwardly at your work outfit- the suit of armour starting to grow a thin, white layer of frost. "I, ah- must politely decline, my Lord." You gulped, hiding a shiver at the frigid air.
He frowned slightly, before pulling his fur coat off and tossing it at you.
"Wear this." And with that, he got to his feet with a soft groan, sitting himself back down on the mattress.
Close enough for you to see every little wrinkle, fold and scar in the King's face.
You could feel your face heat up at the proximity, cloak be damned- you were already beginning to sweat.
"Th, um- thanks. Thank you, my Lord." You force out through chattering teeth and nerves that threatened to fail and send you into a nervous break at any moment.
You slip the massively oversized jacket over your back, sliding off your armor with fingertips numb from the cold.
You also force yourself to ignore the King's staring at your body.
Carefully lowering the metal plating into a neat pile on the ground, you let out a shaky exhale before sitting back down on the bed- curling the thick coat tighter around yourself in preparation for the glacial conditions of Cruel King's bedroom to hit you at full power.
Yet the jacket was surprisingly insulating.
Leagues more than your previous protection, at the very least.
"Better?" Cruel King smirks, head tilting as he glances at you.
"Uh- yes. My Lord." You nod.
He hums in satisfaction, shuffling closer to you- thighs practically touching as the two you sat on the bed- albeit you much more stiffly.
"My knight..." He murmurs, placing his cold palm on your leg. You almost jump out of your skin, whole body readied to be stabbed or frozen to death. Yet nothing came.
"This is rather inappropriate..." Cruel King began, eyes closing as he carefully constructed his next sentence. "Though, you are quite beautiful. Your companionship and appearance brings me warmth." He confessed, moving closer- noses almost touching.
You could barely move, bewildered and freezing cold.
"Sweet thing, would you spend the night with me?"
Oh.
...Ohhh.
So that was what all those months you spent fearing assassination in your sleep were for.
Fuck it.
"...Y-yeah. I'd, be honoured to. My Lor-"
"Just sir. No need for the formalities, lovely."
You nod, head reeling. Was this real?
Were you gonna fuck your boss- the king of Blackrock?
"Um- Sir, the food..." You began, glancing at the trays that had likely long since started going cold.
"No need." He shook his head, smiling. "Truth be told, I am not hungry for whatever dishes that wizard has made for today. I shall graciously reheat it later, and feed it to the prisoners." He nodded.
You pushed all that heavy-ass food up here for fucking nothing???
Clearly Cruel King noticed the twinge of annoyance in your expression, and chuckled softly.
"Apologies, dear. I had to get you to come with me to my quarters somehow. I will make it up to you." He promised, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in closer to his body.
Unlike other people, the King didn't give off body heat- he was chilly. Like placing your head near an open freezer.
You were incredibly grateful for the bulky coat around your sides, otherwise you fear your whole body would be blue from frostbite.
"You'll really?" You query, unable to hide a smile that crept onto your lips.
Cruel King could feel himself start to slightly regret his words at the look on your face.
"Anything for you, my knight."
You didn't need to hear any more.
Fucking hell, you would make this man pay for the nights you'd spent tossing in bed and flinching at every little sound.
You turn over, settling yourself on the man's laps, straddling his legs as you press your warm lips into Cruel King's- as glacially cold as the kingdom he ruled over.
He let out a soft gasp at your sudden confidence- yet pleasantly surprised at not having to be in charge for once.
Cruel King let out a low hum of satisfaction as you deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into the king's mouth as he moaned and curled his arms around your waist.
Oh fuck, you were so warm, so soft- so perfect and full of vitality.
Your hands rested on top of his shoulders, holding Cruel King in place as he began to squirm at the unfamiliar feelings and sensations that welled up in his body. He tasted deliciously sweet, like melted snow and remnants of oak and stone fruits from the fine wines he indulged in.
When you finally pulled back- a string of saliva connected the both of you. Cruel King panted quietly, a faint blush scattered across his cheeks.
"My dear..." He gasped out, eyes glazed over with lust and desperation. "Oh- you drive me insane." He whispered, hugging you closer.
"...Could say the same for you." You retort, hands slipping underneath his shirt and pulling it above his head as you begin to grind down on his crotch.
Cruel King lets out a groan, full of craving for more.
"Fuck-" He breaths out, fingers tightening their grip around your sides.
You throw his shirt into the icy wastelands of the King's bedroom, manners and all knightly training long forgotten.
"And here I spent weeks thinking I was gonna be executed for treason or something-" You mutter with a hint of bitterness in your voice, hands releasing from around his neck to grope at the man's chest, "...Only to find out you were just creeping on me, one of your loyal knights. Isn't that true?"
You grin as Cruel King splutters on his words, face reddening deeper.
"My dear- I couldn't resist, you were just- too alluring-" He pleads between moans, a guilty smile appearing as he humps against you, desperately chasing the knot of warmth that tightened in his stomach.
"I know, I know you are. Sir. You're secretly a whore, aren't you?" You taunt, dragging out the title in an almost mocking fashion.
Cruel king whines, feeling himself near his climax.
"M-mn not, I'mnng not a whore- fuckk-" He cries out, protests dying in his throat as his whole body tensed- twitching and shivering before going slack- desperately trying to catch his breath.
"...And you came untouched. So pathetic." You laugh, forcing your whole body weight onto the man to push him back down into the bed.
Cruel King had came embarrassingly fast- a small, wet stain appearing on top of the visible tent in the groin of his pants.
He flushed harder, legs instinctively coming up to hide his pitiful display as you removed his pants and boxers, carelessly dropping them onto the ground.
Despite your surroundings, the two of you both felt hot and bothered.
You slide yourself off the King, standing between his legs that hung off the edge of the bed- propping them up on your shoulder.
Cruel King whined in embarrassment, turning away at the scandalous pose he lay in.
"Beg for it." You order, removing your own pants as toying at the King's entrance with your finger tip. "And make sure you mean it, or you'll get nothing, slut."
Cruel King bit him lip, swallowing the defiance that reared its head as his neediness overrode his common sense.
"Pl-please..."
Your eyes narrow.
"Is that it?"
"Please- please fuck me-"
You pull your hand back, landing a firm slap onto Cruel King's thighs- admiring the red handprint that bloomed on his clear, snow-white skin.
He lets out a girly squeak of pain, eyes squeezing shut as he felt all his remaining royal dignity be stripped away.
"Please fuck me- oh gods, my knight, I need you so badly- pleasepleaseplease- I'll do anything, I just needyouinme-" he rambled out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Lucky bastard- he was too cute for you to be too mean.
"Good boy. That'll do." You cooed, soothing the man with a soft kiss in the side of his legs.
To him, your touches- no matter how light- felt like heaven incarnated.
You push the tip of your dick into the tight ring of muscle, pausing as needed when Cruel King flinched or inhaled sharply in pain.
"Please... more... I wanna feel you in me..." He begged, thrusting his hips impatiently.
"Hold on. I don't want you to hurt yourself." You respond, almost exasperated at the King's hungry eagerness. "Going to put it all in... you alright, sir?"
Cruel King simply groans softy in response, barely-lucid mumbled pleads spilling out of his mouth.
You sigh affectionately.
Idiot.
You push your whole length into Cruel King's ass, moaning softly at the way his walls squeezed so tightly.
Cruel King gasped and squirmed underneath- unused to the feeling of being filled by something. Sure he wasn't a virgin by any means, but he'd also never been stretched open- underneath another person.
"You- you can move-" He finally whispered when the burning sensation dulled and softened into a mind-numbing pleasure every time he jolted.
"Oh- oh fuCK-" He cried out, his hands clamping down tightly on his mouth to muffle the obscene noises that threatened to spill out as you began thrusting into his hole.
Cruel King's legs turned to jelly as you steadily increased your pace, drool gathering in the sides of his mouth as you fucked into his hole.
"Hands off. I want the whole castle to hear just how pathetic their ruler is." You taunt, digging your nails into his skin threateningly.
"Mmnn..." Cruel King protests weakly, but relents and obediently allows his hands to fall to his sides- pornographic moans and sobs leaving the previously dignified king's mouth and filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Cruel King dug his teeth into his lips as his abdomen squeezed- pitiful cries of euphoria escaping every time you slammed into his prostate. He could feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head- mind going fuzzy as he came again.
"Fuck- oh- godsoh- I'm cumminggnnnhhh I love you-"
Cruel King's back arched off the mattress and screamed in bliss- breath coming in shudders as his hands grasped weakly at the quilts. Tears rolled down the sides of his face as his orgasm wracked his body.
As he down from his high, you thrusted in and out a few more times- letting out a moan of satisfaction as you filled him to the brim again, releasing your semen deep into his insides.
Cruel King shuddered as you pulled out, feeling your hot cum drip out of his ruined hole.
He'd never felt so happy in his entire life- so warm and loved.
"M-my love..." he mumbled weakly, struggling to stay awake.
You steadied your breathing, wiping sweat off your forehead despite the King's coat having fallen off your back a long time ago.
"...Come. I wish to hug you."
You grimace a little, gesturing down at the juices that covered you both.
"My lor- er, sir, we're both-"
"I don't care." He responded, groaning as he shifted his weight and sending a jolt of pain down his back. "...Just cuddle me. Consider it an order."
You gave Cruel King a long-suffering glare, before finally relenting with a tired smile.
"Very well... sir."
And for the first time in a long time, curled up under the covers together, the two of you fell into a peaceful sleep.