🔥 The King parts 21 AND 22

VADNAR

My hands grip her. They’re overfilled with her supple cheeks. My balls have been drained by her greedy cunt, but it will take an army to unplug me from her. With my lungs empty of air, my balls empty of semen and my heart free of any restraint for this woman, I keep fucking her.

My enraged state is being held back by a string. I’m keeping my composure, but my consciousness is flipping to something more primal.

Dee’s brows are furrowed—like she’s concerned, like her parted lips are trying to form a sentence. But all she can manage is moans as she’s stretched full of my cock.

I don’t know if I have any more seed to give her. Our thighs are sticky with the stringy, white wetness, but an animalistic need inside me keeps me lifting her and dropping her on my cock. She’s so snug. So tight and warm. I could fuck her until my arms fall off. Until she has drained me so many times I’m dehydrated.

I realize my urgency and desire are fueled by jealousy. Because I can’t forget how she was locked in a cell with that strange master, out of my reach. I fuck her angrily, purposely, because I want to imprint myself on her.

I lift her and pull my cock out. Then I grip my second one and press it against her entrance. I stop when she mutters my name.

She licks her lips, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I held her weight as I tossed her on my lap and fucked her, so she just had to sit and take me. But it pleases me to see that she’s thoroughly frazzled.

“You… you…” she looks down at the mess between our thighs, and I break free of my spell.

Fuck. I came inside her.

I had been so lost in my need to claim her, I became an animal. That cunt of hers drained so much blood flow from my brain that I forgot about consequences. Although I've been so great at mapping the colosseum, memorizing faces of guards and weaknesses in their strategies, all it took was Dee's cunt to destroy me.

“I’ll take care of it,” I promise her, kissing her lips.

The prison must have medication to stop impregnation. I will knock down every wall until I find it, because I can’t imprison Dee a second time. I can’t bind her to me by taking her choice away.

Gently, I cradle her in my arms. I carry her to the tub, where we cleanse eachother. My eyes catch glimpses of her swollen, puffy pussy. My cocks refuse to relax, and I lick my lips like I’m thirsty.

Unable to stop myself, I dry her off and carry her back to the bed. Dee watches me with hooded eyes, looking all innocent. But the way she bites her lips and parts her thighs as soon as her back touches the bed tells me she’s anything but. This wanton, sexy woman that came from another world might just burn Zolan down before I get to.

I fall to my knees, and she remains scooted to the edge of the bed with her legs parted. I send a quiet thank-you to the gods for making the pretty cunt my face is leveled with. Although my life as a master has been all tragedy and loss, at least I get to taste this delicious pussy.

I rest a hand on her belly—the one I just filled with my seed. I smile at that, but then wipe the grin off my face by diving for Dee’s parted thighs.

I must overcome this animalistic satisfaction of filling her. I’m here to pleasure her, not complicate her life.

I focus on her. Tracing my hands up her hips and waist as I trail the trip of my tongue up her bare, wet slit. My tongue can lick her for hours just how my arms can lift her and drop her on my cock.

She’s the first cunt I’ve tasted, and she’s delicious. I twist my head left and right, changing my angle to drag my tongue across as much flesh as possible. I want to learn all her crevices. All the little spots that light her up and make her jolt.

I learn her body quickly. Dee is not good at keeping secrets from my tongue. She loves when I flick a little spot, when I circle her entrance that’s still swollen from when it was stretched by my cock. When I suck and lap at her fleshy, throbbing cunt.

Damn it all. I want to stay down here until my entire face is covered in her slick. Until she’s the one that marked me.

I form a pattern as I lick her, and press into her with my head. My demanding little juman likes that. She’s muttering quietly— “more,” “there,” “just like that,” and I can’t deny my princess. The princess I will one day make my queen.

So I follow the pattern, sliding my tongue through her folds until she awards me with a shriek and a flood of wetness that I swallow, wiggling my tongue in her cunt in search for more.

She trembles under me, completely spent. I give her mercy and crawl into bed with her, holding her closely until she falls asleep.

Then I wait, and I plot how I’m going to get us out of here so I can eat her pussy in the forest, beach, royal castle, and every fucking place I please.

I will find freedom for us, and happily live enslaved between her thighs.

— —

Our paradise didn’t last forever. A few hours later, as Dee and I laid in bed and talked about what we miss from the farm, our guards came to collect us.

We were brought back to our cell, where we did nothing all day but eat the salty soup they brought us. I can hear the stadium roar as gladiators fight in the arena, but I wasn’t scheduled today.

Dee tells me she wants to meet with the women again. I could tell their first meeting didn’t go well, and although I’m still hesitant to be separated from her, she is not my prisoner and I can’t keep her here.

I wish she knew what it does to me to see her want to help by connecting with the entertainers. She doesn’t want to cower in a corner like Trey does. She’s a woman of action.

I get more sleep than usual that night, although I hug her close. I’m irritated in the morning when we’re awakened by the ringleader. He wants to take Dee for breakfast with the entertainers.

I find it odd that he’s here so early, but I know nothing about the entertainers’ schedules, so I let her go with a kiss and a glare to the ringleader. He may have the keys to this cell, but I have the hands that will one day break him. The day will come sooner if Dee is hurt.

I tell him she needs medication, and he huffs with irritation as Dee hangs her head in embarrassment.

“Very well, let’s go,” mutters the ringleader.

I watch them go, and instantly become miserable without her. The other masters remain in their cells, deep in thought by my declaration of plotting an escape. We can’t discuss much since the guards are nearby, but I’ll pass them a note when I get the opportunity.

The stadium is louder than ever today. I can faintly hear whistles and clapping. I’m guessing there is a new gladiator kicking up sand in the arena.

Dee is gone for a while, and I begin to worry. I pace my cell with anxiety holding me by the throat, and I make a new realization. I have never felt such panic until I met her. Not even when my parents kicked me to the streets.

When she returns, I crush her to my chest.

She assures me that she’s fine, but I know her well. She can’t lie to me after I’ve been so deep up her cunt.

“What bothers you?”

She doesn’t meet my eyes, and her bottom lip is red and marked with her teeth.

“It’s the entertainers. They embarrassed me. And getting the medication was unnerving.”

“I see,” I say. “Is that all?”

She nods, and I figure the explanation makes sense. “You don’t have to keep trying with those women.”

“We’ll need their help,” she whispers. “I have to get them on our side.”

I pull her to my lap and run my fingers through her hair to calm her. She hugs my chest, and the cell falls quiet again. It’s… unnerving. Dee always has something to say, even if it’s just to scold me for my behavior. But today, she’s withdrawn.

Before I can dive deeper into the issue, the ringleader collects me for a fight. I kiss Dee’s hair and promise to return.

It will be hard, fighting without the enraged state, but I will find a way even if I’m beaten bloody. I must keep winning for Dee.

I’m surprised by the male I find across the arena. It’s him. That master Dee was incarcerated with. The one who made his interest in her known, and dug his own grave.

He doesn’t seem to be in the enraged state, his figure calm and face expressionless.

This will be an easy fight, then.

I look around the frantic stadium and find a group of royals sitting in the front row and enjoying the show. Those bastards. They don’t consider us citizens. We are their animals.

“Is she alright?

My head snaps back to my competitor. “What?”

“The girl,” he replies.

Fury ripples through me. “Don’t worry about my woman.”

“Oh, so you don’t know? She was in the arena just now.”

“What!”

No. She went to meet with the entertainers, and there wasn’t a single bruise on her. It’s impossible for her to have fought in the arena.

My opponent frowns, like the topic frustrates him. “They humiliated her. Made her jump through hoops and get chased by wild critters. How did you not see her tears?”

Hearing enough, I turn around and run off the arena, headed for the cells.

My twisted ‘fans’ boo and call my name, wanting me back, but I will not give them a show today. Dee needs me.

Guards line the exit, holding weapons, but that doesn’t deter me. I barrel into them, taking two down and slamming them so hard they’re instantly unconscious. The crowd cheers as I fight even as bats and knives rain down on me.

Pain explodes in my body as the group attacks me, but my anger burns hotter.

“Enough! Enough!” The ringleader yells.

There are a few more blows before the men relent. “Take him to the cells. He just wants the damn girl!”

He knows me well, then. He knows I only become murderous for her.

I don’t resist as I’m handcuffed and led to the cells. I’m bloody and dusty, a nasty hit to the head threatening to put me under, but I cling to consciousness because I need to speak with her.

I need to know why she let them humiliate her. Why she let me fail her.

This isn’t supposed to fucking happen! I’m her protector!

I pull my restrains on purpose, enjoying when the spikes dig into my skin. It’s what I deserve.

Dee and I will have a long conversation today. And she’ll learn to never lie to me.

Poor Dee 😢 she was just trying to help

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