Conquering the Queen - Part 3

Indeed, King Casimir’s reputation had preceded him. You had known him to be a cruel and ruthless man. He’d destroyed kingdoms, executed men with his bare hands, according to the legends. But you were shocked that this cruel king seemed to have some sort of a soft spot for you, a humble librarian. His visits at night were growing more intense, his hunger insatiable, and during the day, when he had time, he’d come to you too. You’d often talk of things, be it books or nature or the politics of the kingdom, although admittedly, the other fifty percent of the time you were fucking.

You weren’t sure what to make of this. You found King Casimir undeniably sexy - what with his dark hair, dark eyes, muscular body. He emanated male virility. But you never expected yourself to be so utterly consumed with want for a man, much less the cruelest king in the world. Hell, he’d beheaded seven people with just one swing of his arm, you’d once heard. And besides, you knew your duty. You believed that this hunger for you was actually just hunger for an heir. 

Yet, there was that look in his eyes that he’d get when he was fucking you. The gentle caresses, the kisses along your neck, the sweet talking. “Yes, my queen. My goddess of fertility. My love.”

My love? you thought, but you didn’t have time to question it in that moment with his strong, muscular body jutting into your softness on the luscious feather-down bed. When you opened your eyes, you saw that they were boring into yours with a fierce possessiveness that made your pussy clench. You were so damn wet, so horny for this man. Everything about it was perfect. The way he pinched and rolled your nipples as he slammed into you. The heat of his gaze. The power of his need as you pounded into each other, each stroke deeper, harder. 

Your nails raked his back, legs wrapping around his waist as you tried to take him even deeper into you. You wanted to join yourself with him as much as possible. You were eager, eager to please the man whose seed was securing your future. But also, you didn’t want to admit it, but as he whispered dirty sweet nothings into your ear, you realized you enjoyed this. You enjoyed him. And he was yours.

“That’s right. You feel so good, your tight pussy wrapping around my cock perfectly. You are mine, now, you hear? You and this pussy are meant for me, and me alone.”