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The deafening crowd of pirates only grows in volume as three bloodied prisoners are dragged into the arena towards center stage, cowarded by the cackling clowns that throw knives and small acid bombs in their path. Acrobats flip and toss each other across the length of the arena, some dipping down to slash their blades across the men’s sleeves or threatening to scalp them as they fly by.
You adjust yourself in your seat, legs kicked up across an arm of the throne lazily as you watch one of the prisoners flinch from having a dart successfully land in his chest. You down your drink as you find the offending dart thrower in the crowd and sit up only enough to throw your glass at his head. The effect is like blood in the water. The surrounding pirates grab the offending crewmember and pull him by the hair and kick him down to his knees. You notice every new projectile seems to arc away from the prisoners now that you’ve reminded the crowd of your position.
While the prisoners are being unshackled, you gather your skirts up and swing your legs around to sit up and pull at the rope hanging by the throne, signaling the stagehands above to dampen the lights. The crewmembers that brought out the prisoners exit the stage, and the men are left to stand alone in the spotlight of the dim tent.
You hold your hand out as a crewmember approaches you with a new glass, and you drink silently as the crowd settles itself.
“My dear crew,” You don’t need to strain your voice to be heard once you speak, even the rowdiest pirate leaning in to listen, “I don’t need to introduce our headlining act tonight, because you all love him as much as I do.” You smile into your drink as you wait for the crowd to settle after hollering out at this. You hear a particularly loud clown shout that he’d give him love like you do if given the chance, and you almost break your composure to grin, but you only give a look to that side of the crowd.
“But I’ll introduce him because I’d never give up the chance to talk about our captain,” You look up to the tent’s pitched ceiling as if to think before continuing, but your thoughts are interrupted by the largest of the three prisoners rushing you, taking off at a sprint towards the throne. You see him open his mouth for just a moment before your hand shoots out to materialize a wall of ice that crashes like a wave into existence, shielding you from the flames that erupt from the man. Just as the fire starts to melt through your shield, the man is yanked back by his collar and thrown across the arena, a concerning crack ringing through the tent as his back hits a supporting beam.
“My wife was fucking talking,” A voice yells out from a side entrance. The hand on the man’s collar flies towards the sound and connects to the arm of Buggy the clown, the force of it drawing his arm back in a sharp motion, like he was cocking a gun, “And you’re being a very rude guest.” He scowls before turning to look at you, as if to gauge if you’re alright. Your shoulders drop as you relax again, and you give him a nod as you send your wall up in steam with a flick of your hand. He flashes you a quick grin while he hops down into the arena and focuses on the other two prisoners who look less and less ready to fight back.
“I was gonna take my time and play with you guys, give you a chance,” He stalks towards the two men slowly, the crowd above him leering and shouting out their disapproval of the unprovoked attack on the queen, “But it sounds like my boys would rather just watch me tear you to shreds instead.” He laughs, a cackling, splintering sound, as he pulls his two scimitar out from his belt and gives them a deft spin in each hand.
The same fire-breathing prisoner, given time to recuperate from the throw, takes off at a sprint towards Buggy now, flames ready and sparking. The pirate king doesn’t waste a breath, throwing one sword up in the air and throwing that newly freed hand into the chest of the unruly prisoner, flattening him into the ground and holding him there. Buggy barely reacts to the interruption, choosing to look up instead at his second hand detaching and juggling the two spinning swords, the act setting the crowd off into a raucous cheer for their captain.
You wait until Buggy turns to look at you for your reaction, a wide grin across his face, before you readjust in your seat pointedly, and his smile drops as a slight shiver runs through his body. His hand on the fire-breather falters just enough for the man to get back up, and Buggy has to recall his hand to catch a sword and ready himself for the incoming attack. He swings both scimitar in a wide arc before sending his arms out to slice the man, who ducks out of the way and manages to fire at the pirate. Buggy detaches his torso just in time to miss the fire attack, and his arms arc back to slice the fire-breather clean through his back on their return.
The pirate captain resembles himself with ease to the cheers of the stomping, shouting crowd, turning his back to you to encourage the growing chanting of his name that spreads across the crew quickly, a familiar sound. You gather your skirts out from under you to better adjust in your seat, subtly grinding down on the sturdy wood of your shared throne now that none of the crowd is paying attention to you. You can see the immediate effect this has on your favorite pirate, his hips stuttering as his head turns to the side as if he almost looked back at you too quickly. You let up on your teasing as you notice what the other two prisoners were doing before Buggy did, sitting still to let him concentrate on avoiding the thrown knives.
The two prisoners collected a few of the thrown weapons abandoned across the arena and lamely try to even injure the collapsible pirate, who’s quick to disassemble himself into a flying cacophony of parts, making it next to impossible to land a hit on him. You feel a slight jump inside you as his focus on every part of himself seems to be spread thin now, his swinging scimitars slicing the two men as they scramble to avoid being hit. A flying booted leg kicks down one prisoner just as one scimitar slices up the back of the other, and Buggy reassembles himself atop the felled man just to slash his neck open with both swords in a fluid arc.
The crowd of clowns roar with approval, cheering on their captain as he points his sword at the second, escaping prisoner. He carries that forward motion as he collapses himself into a wave of parts, materializing behind the man and spearing him through with the scimitar to the deafening cheer of his crew. He holds his position like that for just a moment, reveling in the applause, before pulling his sword out and kicking the dying man down in one fluid motion.
He looks over his shoulder at you for your approval, and you nod at him with a grin, clapping for your pirate king. He practically jumps in place, quick to dip down into a sweeping low bow towards all sides of the crowd. You put your hand out and materialize a cane of ice that helps you up to your feet as you get up from the throne and slink around to the back entrance, not looking back as the next act of pirates runs past you to the stage.
Once backstage, you head upstairs to the captain’s quarters, unlocking and leaving the door slightly ajar as you shrug off your grand captain’s hat and jacket. You’re barely able to take off your jewelry before you hear the stomping sound of boots running up the wooden stairs, “Don’t take off the earrings,” he says quickly as he shuts and locks the door, “My pretty girl looks so pretty and shiny with her pretty earrings.” He has a wide, blown-out look in his eyes as he trips over his words, throwing off his hat and jacket and kicking off his boots.
You hum as you replace the earring back with an eye roll, “What can I take off, pretty boy?” You contain a laugh as he shakes his head, grinning as he makes his way towards you, taking you in by your waist as he kicks off his second boot behind him. A laugh escapes you as your pirate peppers small, messy kisses to your face, smearing his makeup on your cheeks and forehead, “God, you’re fucking rabid after you kill,” You muse, clasping your hands around his neck as he sways you in place, “My pretty pretty hound killing for me.” Your hips stutter as you feel a twitch in you.
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease,” Buggy murmurs, his kisses gravitating lower now, nipping at your neck, “Fuckin’ grinding on me like that, fucking spreading your legs on my throne and watching me kill,” His hands run up and down your sides, gripping your hips tightly as you hear him inhale your scent at your neck, "God, you’re so fucking tight and warm, it was such hell trying not to move.” You feel his cock twitch again as if to accentuate his point, and you press your thighs together in response, which just quickens his pace as his hands explore you.
You tug at his hair at the nape of his neck, pressing kisses onto his forehead as he bites and sucks on your throat, “You were so good for me, honey, such a good king for me, letting me warm your pretty cock,” You feel his cock jump at this, causing you to buck your hips into his, “Hm, don’t get sloppy now, sweetheart, you’re almost there.” You shush, petting his head as you pull him from you, “Be a good boy for me and take off my clothes.”
Buggy is quick to nod, frantic as he undoes the tie on the back of your bodice and helping you shrug off your layers. With every chance you get, you make sure to press soft kisses to his eager lips as he unbuckles and undoes every clasp. You stop him once you’re down to your undergarments, “Down, honey.” You push down his head until he gets down on his knees before you. He sits with his hands behind his back without being told, his history of getting touchy without permission making this a well-understood rule.
“Good boy,” You pet his head in reward and smile as he leans into your touch, only breaking eye contact to catch glimpses of your panties. You grin as you do eventually slide your panties down your hips, kicking them off to the side and giving him a glance of what he wanted to see. Your slick runs down your thighs from your stuffed cunt, and you stand with your legs slightly parted as you remove your bra.
When you’re fully naked before your pirate king, you hold him by his hair in one hand, “Go ahead and touch my thighs, honey,” You urge him, welcoming his warmth as he runs his bare hands up and down your thighs. He licks his lips as he continues to look from your watchful gaze to your stretched cunt, as if pleading as he becomes brave enough to grope the insides of your thighs, pushing them farther apart, to your amusement.
“May I please-”
“Shut up.” You cut him off, grinning as he presses his lips together, a low whining sound coming from his throat. You stroke the side of his face gently, lovingly, “Go ahead and push it in deeper, pretty boy, with your hands.” You add as you feel his cock start to move on its own, nodding as he uses a hand to press against the base of his cock and continue the movement, pressing his length in and grinding it into the depths of your gushing pussy.
“Good little clown, good baby,” You sigh as you feel him pull his cock out just a bit just to stuff it in again, making your hips stutter, “You make me feel so good, lovely, such a perfect toy for me, aren’t you?” You laugh as he makes a high, keening sound. You grab his hair again and yank his head in a short motion, “Answer me.”
He nods frantically, as much as he can despite your tight grip, gasping like he was holding his breath, “Yes, princess, I’m your good toy, I’m a good toy.” He agrees with you quickly, in a sighing, breathy tone, unable to rip his eyes from his own cock spearing you open slowly. His other hand is insatiable, gripping your hip, grabbing onto the softness of your thigh as he tries to ground himself.
You hum as you meet his shallow thrusts, caressing his face and hair as he thrusts his cock into you, “You’ve been so good tonight, honey, my pretty star, my good little toy letting me use you while you put on a little show for me.” You close your eyes for just a second as he changes his angle, nudging the head of his thick, throbbing cock against a little part of yourself that makes you almost double-over. You put your hands on either side of his face, “Put your cock back on, baby.” You order, and you see just a hint of disappointment as he hesitates to stop fucking you.
He takes a moment to unbutton his pants before pulling his length out of you slowly, with a sharp inhale as he feels the cold air on his slick, dripping cock. He places his cock back on himself before putting both his hands on your thighs again, awaiting your approval.
You coo down at him, “There you go, you look so pretty like that, sweetheart,” You give him reassuring scratches into his hair, “You’re the pirate queen’s favorite little slut, right honey?” You nod with him as he does, laughing, “Perfect, perfect, now go ahead and taste what you did to me, sweetness, that’s it.” You guide his head towards his cunt, but he needs no instruction to dive into your messy pussy, angling his head to the side to hungrily lick and suck at your warmth.
You keep one hand on his head just for stability as you throw your head back, finally able to express how good he’s making you feel. You feel the vibrations of his low, growling moans into your sensitive cunt, his tongue working your stretched entrance open as his hands travel up and down your sides, gripping the fat of your ass as he holds you in place to eat to his heart’s content.
A moan is dragged out of you by his lips latching onto your clit, “That’s it, pretty boy, just like that, my perfect, perfect husband.” You sigh, interrupted by your own yelp as Buggy seems to react violently to this, gripping you tightly and almost pushing you into his face as he sucks and licks your clit aggressively. “Shh, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” You warn, “Let me ride your tongue, baby.” You ask haltingly, tugging at his hair when he doesn’t let up.
“Fuck, if you’re gonna be bad now, I’m-” You sigh, your hips bucking into your husband’s face as he gropes your bare ass and sucks and slurps at your swollen clit, “I’m gonna have to punish my pretty boy.” You warn him again, not surprised when this only doubles his efforts. You make an involuntary gasp as you feel Buggy making the most obscene slurping noises as he sucks your clit, crying out in a whine as you cum into the pirate’s waiting mouth.
You’re finally able to push his head away once he feels your hips protesting against him, squeezing together and shielding your sensitive cunt, “Fuck you,” You whine, summoning your ice staff again as you leave him on the ground and make your way to your canopy bed, “Get the leash.”
You toss yourself across the grand bed with shaking legs as you hear Buggy scramble to his feet, sitting up slightly once he reaches the cabinet, “Let me put it on.” You hold out a hand, and he nods, his hands shaking slightly as if nervous.
“You can talk now, honey.” You smile as he hands you the leash and presents his neck, like the well-trained pet he is.
“Thank you princess, you’re so so good to me, love tasting my pretty wife, love my wife.” He’s so quiet now as you take his collar out from under his shirt and clip the leash to it, his cheek nuzzling into your hand for any attention.
You grab his jaw and make short, sharp movements as you wrap the length of the leash around your fist and pull it tight, “Then why’d you have to go and make me cum, huh, baby?” You ask in a high, mocking tone, “You’re too much of a stupid whore to listen to me, aren’t you?” You tug on the leash, pulling him towards you until he gets the hint that he should straddle your lap.
He nods as he settles his thighs around yours, his weeping, swollen cock still standing to attention, “Yes, princess, I’m your stupid whore, I’m your dumb slut,” His voice is raspy and low now, pleading, “But I’ve been so good all night, I didn’t move at all, I didn’t cum, I killed the men like you wanted me to, please."
You shake your head, stroking his face, smearing his makeup, “Please what, honey, use your words.” Your hand on his jaw slides down to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
He licks his lips, his voice so petulant and whining, “Please let me fuck you, sweetness, please, I’ll fuck you so so good.” He’s already reduced to begging, “I wanna fuck my pretty wife, wanna fill you with cum, please.”
You’re glad he isn’t inside you now to feel your pussy twitch at the image. Instead, he feels you jerk his leash again, “You think you deserve to cum in my pussy, baby?” You shake your head with his, laughing as you hear him whine, like a kicked dog, “No, and why’s that, pretty boy?” You prompt him, finally getting to run your hand up and down his chest once you undo the front of his shirt.
Buggy softens as he feels your hand against him, getting any sort of touch, “Toys don’t deserve to cum.” He sounds so downcast, like he’s really going to cry, before you grab his jaw again and make him meet your eyes again.
“No, my favorite, pretty little toy doesn’t deserve to cum in me,” You agree, leaning your head in to give him kisses as you speak, “But if you fuck me really really good,” You let go of his leash to use one finger to trace the length of your husband’s throbbing cock, “I might ask you to.”
He takes the fallen leash as his sign and pushes you down onto the bed, pinning you by your shoulders as he moans into your mouth, his lips insistent for your attention while he grinds his slick cock against your thighs, "God, I love my wife.” He growls into your neck before biting down, making you gasp out as you finally relent control, your body squirming under his.
Buggy has to tear himself away to stand upright and finish taking off his clothes, “Please, in the middle of the bed, princess.” He trips over his words as he drinks in the sight of his pretty wife, stroking his leaking girth as he watches you obey, waiting for him to please you.
As he climbs over you, he takes a pillow and tucks it under your ass, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling your legs up and apart, lining up his cock and sliding the length of it across your abused, sensitive slit, “My perfect girl, my perfect wife,” He murmurs, almost to himself, as he lines up his cock, “I’ve been waiting all day to finally get you under me and now that you are,” A wide grin splits his face as he uses one hand to guide his heavy length right to your entrance, “I’m not gonna stop until you’re fucking delirious on my cock.”
That’s all the warning you get before he pushes the full length of his cock into your warmth, both hands on your thighs keeping you in place as you gasp and shake at the intrusion. Even when you’ve already been stretched out on it, your pirate’s sheer enthusiasm and aggression towards pummeling your cunt makes you cry out as you’re fucked within an inch of your life on his fat cock.
He throws his head back in pure ecstasy as he pulls your hips in to meet his every thrust, like he’s using you as the toy now. He can feel your thighs threatening to clench together in an automatic response, but he keeps them wide open for him to have full access to bounce you on his cock.
You can’t do anything but take it. You whine shakily, your core tense as you feel the head of Buggy’s cock hit your cervix painfully with every thrust, but it's not an unwelcome pain. The angle of your hips perched on the pillow gives your husband the perfect opportunity to drill into you as deeply as he knows you crave. All you can do is whine for him to fuck you faster, harder, more, which he does with abandon.
“Pretty girl, my wife, my princess, mine. Mine.” He rambles. He presses a thumb to your sensitive clit and rubs furious circles, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock, need it, need it." His tone darkens.
You nod, already overwhelmed by the fat cock bullying its way into you at a punishing pace, and your husband’s experienced hand coaxing another orgasm from your swollen clit. You add your breathy whines as you cum to the obscene sounds of the thick cock fucking your gushing pussy and Buggy playing with your soaked clit.
Buggy can’t contain his broken laugh as he feels you tighten around his cock, “Good girl, good girl, that's it. My perfect, beautiful wife.” His pace falters, his head dropping as a groan is pulled out of him, “Fuck.” He pants, almost like he’ll say more, but he only stills his thrusts, pressing his throbbing cock right up against your cervix and grinding slowly before he finally pulls out with a hiss.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you now, honey. I wanna fuck you a little more before I fill you up.” He smirks as you try to avoid his cock grazing against your sensitive clit, only making him press his fat cock against it and rubbing it back and forth.
You find it difficult to think as he overstimulates you, just reaching out for him to come closer. You settle in as he leans over you, and he hands you the end of the leash when he sees you groping for it. You smile drunkenly as you tug him forward by his neck, letting him cage you in as you wrap your legs around his waist, “Just breed me like this, honey.”
You watch his grin widen as he laughs, a dark, low sound, “My pretty pretty princess wants to get stuffed full of cum tonight, huh?” He nods with you as you tighten your grip on the leash, “You’re gonna milk my cock dry, aren’t you, sweetness?” He grins as he pushes his hips forward and finds your entrance easily, sinking into your wet heat with no resistance.
You find his lips with yours as he pumps his cock in and out of you, biting and tugging at his lip and reveling in his moans. You pull at Buggy’s leash as you order him to fuck you faster, “Be a good toy for me, honey, you’re being so so good for me, sweet boy.” You moan as he’s eager to obey, eager to please you.
“Tell me to cum, princess,” He gasps, “Need it, need it, please.”
You struggle not to whine as your husband bruises your cervix, pressing his hips closer to yours by your legs, “Cum in me, honey, please cum in me, pretty boy.” You ask, gasping as you feel his fat cock twitching and pulsing in you. Ropes of hot cum get pounded into you before Buggy has to stop and press his cock deep in you, grinding gently as he makes a breathless, pathetic whining sound.
“I love you so much, princess.” He gasps as he presses a kiss to your forehead, his hips shuddering slightly, “You’re so perfect. My girl, my sweet girl.” He kisses you again before nuzzling his cheek into yours, starting to rest his full weight on you while he lets his cock soften.
You pet his hair softly, combing through the nape of his neck until he moves again, pulling out of you and getting off the bed. He finds a hand towel and parts your legs open slightly to wipe away the wetness that’s spilled out, removing the pillow to let you rest comfortably. You push your face into your pillow as you turn onto your side, kicking and shuffling the messy blankets and making room for when Buggy joins you in bed again.
Your pirate slides into the space you’ve made for him, tangling himself into your limbs and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before nestling his chin there, “My precious, perfect pirate queen.” He murmurs, his hand rubbing your back comfortingly.
You nuzzle your face into his upper chest, pressing soft kisses as you listen to hum almost purr in contentment, “My precious, perfect pirate king.”