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It all started with a simple request. A desire not to kill. You couldn't stand the thought of leaving Blackrock without a ruler.
"I can't do this. I can't kill you. What about a trade?"
And that's how you ended up here, sitting on the king's bed. The plush brown fur of the blanket tickles your bare skin as you sit, waiting. You sigh, annoyed at how long he's taking. Surely a king's duties can wait for a few minutes? You lie on the soft furs and stare up at the bed canopy as you recall how many times you'll have to do this. The gray curtains will at least offer some privacy and keep the heat in during your time with him.
Your body shivers at the reminder of both the palace's climate and your inevitable fate with the king tonight. What's taking him so long? You grab a corner of the blanket and wrap it around your skin to warm up and settle your nerves. You don't even have anything prepared; you offered up yourself on a whim so you could spare him and not leave Blackrock without a leader.
You recall the surprised look in his eyes when you offered to trade. His eyes were mixed with shock and curiosity as you offered yourself, your body, in exchange for the dagger. You could see through his noble front as he debated your offer, seeing beyond the cold gaze and peering into the desire and longing behind them. The loneliness.
You let out a loud groan to interrupt your thoughts. Why is he taking so damn long?! You grumble insults under your breath and lay on a plush pillow. It's much softer and higher quality than anything you've ever laid your head on. You hum with delight as you lay on the soft bed and curl up in the warm blankets. The softness of it all cuddles your body, and you close your eyes. You feel the tension in your muscles relax and you let out a sigh. You've never felt comfort such as this before. Your mind unwinds in the regal comfort, missing the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by footsteps to the edge of the bed behind you. You snap your eyes open as you hear an unmistakable deep chuckle.
"Enjoying yourself?"
You take the blanket off of yourself and sit up quickly, minding to keep your lower half covered. A small, warm blush grows on your face and you huff in annoyance.
"You were taking a while."
He chuckles in response as if you two were having a casual meeting tonight. You watch as he turns away to his wardrobe and takes off his fur cape, placing it among several others. His crown goes on a shelf above the furs. You keep your eyes glued to him as he begins to undress, beginning with his shirt. Your blush grows warmer when his shirt fully comes off, revealing the treasure beneath it. His smooth, pale skin almost glistens like ice in the evening sun that creeps through the window. Regrettably, he keeps his pants on, leaving you embarrassed that you took off everything.
His weight shifts the bed as he sits next to you. You dart your eyes downward, knowing what is about to transpire. Your eyes slowly trail up and down his body, watching the delicate skin move slightly with each breath he takes. You can't help but stare.
Another deep laugh rumbles from his chest and you tear your eyes away from him with a jerk of your head. You feel his weight shift closer to you as a chilled hand touches your chin, forcing your gaze back to him. There's a mischievous look in his eyes. Combined with his cocky grin, you feel your nerves on edge again.
"Don't be embarrassed, dear. You should feel honored to experience such pleasures with royalty. It's wonderful that you're so eager to have sex with me."
You blush a deep crimson. He's way too straightforward! You try to move your head away to hide, but his grip is firm. Your breathing quickens as you watch him lean in closer. You barely have time to process it when a pair of soft lips meet your own. Your heart pounds loudly in your ears, but your muscles relax and your eyes flutter shut as the king kisses you softly. You move your rough, battle-worn hands to his face to pull him deeper into the kiss. Your heart pounds faster, equal parts excitement and anxiety for what will soon happen. You squeak with surprise as you feel his tongue prod at your lips, and you quickly give in. You allow him to kiss you deeper, letting his tongue dance against your own. You shiver with delight, each of his movements sending a wave of pleasure through your core.
You're not sure when it happened, but he's pushed you onto the bed. You shiver as your bare skin, once covered with the fur blanket, is exposed to the cold climate. He breaks the kiss, and you notice through half-lidded eyes that he's blushing too. At least he's enjoying this as much as you are. You watch nervously as he unbuttons his pants, pulls them down, and tosses them aside like an unwanted scrap. You steal a glance at his straining erection and quickly look away. Your breathing feels too loud. Your heart is beating too fast. Your breath quickens. Your blush deepens. He pulls down his underwear, revealing his member. You can't help but blurt out at the sight of it.
"G-go easy on me! I've never done this with a guy before..."
He cups your face again with those beautifully smooth hands. You avert your gaze, but his voice, deep as rumbling thunder, draws you back in.
"Don't worry, dear. Our union will be gentle. It's the least I can do in return for sparing my life. For promising to return when Blackrock needs you most."
Right. He wouldn't give up the dagger in exchange for sex. You had to offer your services as a warrior. To fight for Blackrock should it begin to crumble. You let out a small sigh, knowing it's impossible to prevent the inevitable, but it seems to offer him solace.
You gasp as you suddenly feel his mouth on your neck trailing kisses down to your collar. He leaves you shivering as each kiss sends a jolt of pleasure to your loins, leaving you with a sense of aching and longing. A soft moan escapes your lips as your members brush against each other. You can feel his excitement as a bit of his precum dribbles against you. He grunts against your skin as he leaves a trail of saliva from the barrage of kisses. He's trying to hold back.
An embarrassing whine leaves you when he pulls back, leaving the warm skin exposed to the cold air once more. He grins and plants a kiss on your forehead.
"Soon. I know you're eager, but we need to get you ready first."
His deep voice rumbles in his chest, and you nod your head, though the words go through your ears without being processed. His voice makes you forget about everything else, and you don't realize he's procured lube until a cold, wet finger slides into your hole. You moan and gasp as you grip the bedsheets. You barely have time to adjust to the new sensation when he slips another finger in, making you cry out with pleasure and pain.
"I apologize if it hurts... it will hurt before it starts to feel good."
You gasp, resisting the urge to pull away. Your breathing steadies, and he takes that as his cue to start pumping his fingers into you. You let out a broken groan of pain as he moves his slick fingers back and forth. He moves to kiss you gently on your cheek, then whispers into your ear.
"It's ok, my dear. You'll get used to it. Just breathe..."
You let out a shaky breath as you grit through the pain. He continues to move his fingers, and the pain gradually turns to pleasure with each pump. Your breath hitches as you gasp when he splits his fingers to stretch you. Your mind begins to cloud with lust and your member twitches as it aches to be touched. You squeeze your eyes shut to focus on nothing but his touch. You grab onto his shoulders and squeeze, digging your nails into him.
"Please. I can't wait anymore. I want… I want you. I want more."
You beg him between gasps of pleasure. You can feel his grin against your skin. He lifts his head, checking your face for discomfort. After a moment, he pecks the corner of your eye and slowly removes his fingers. You sigh at the sudden empty feeling, missing him already. You shiver upon feeling something slick, cold, and hard against your hole, and you open your eyes to see the king between your spread legs with his member in hand, pushing it against you. Your face heats up and you open your mouth to speak, but instead a moan comes out as he slowly pushes it inside. You grip his shoulders more tightly and squeeze your eyes shut and try to steady your breathing as the pleasure mixes with pain. You note the distinct lack of his body against yours.
"I-Is it in all the way?" Your voice shakes and your body quivers.
"Not yet."
You gasp as he presses deeper, finally hilting you. The pressure and fullness blooming into a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your virgin hole feels strained as it tries to accommodate his length. You grit your teeth through the initial pain, relaxing when it fades into pleasure. With the pain no longer distracting you, you're able to truly appreciate how weird and good it feels to be so full.
"Are you ready? I promise to be gentle."
You vigorously nod your head, ready for more. Wanting, lusting for more. A moan slips past your lips as he moves effortlessly inside you, his member slick with lube. You close your eyes as each thrust sends a shiver of pleasure and slight pain through you, heating up your face. You squeeze him tighter as he moves through you, straining your muscles in a new way.
You hitch your breath and a tear rolls down your face as he moves a little too hard. You wince and bite your lip, trying to power through it. There's no need, as his hips immediately slow. You open your eyes fully and blush darker as he leans in to kiss your tears away. It sends your heart racing.
"I'm sorry. Please, tell me if it hurts."
You nod your head slowly and sigh as he picks up the pace again. It doesn't hurt quite as bad anymore. You close your eyes, focusing on his body pressed against yours.
You peer out through half-lidded eyes when a low groan of pleasure graces your ears. You release your hold and cup his face, tilting it to get a better look. His pale face is dusted with a dark blush and his eyes are filled with lust and desire. You let go with a gasp as he pulls your hips up, changing the angle.
"H-Hey! Wh-what-"
You open your mouth to protest, but a lewd moan replaces your words as he hits something deep inside. Something wonderful, so good. Your head rolls back and you go limp under the intense pleasure. Your muscles completely relax as he continues hitting that spot, and a moan escapes your lips every time.
Through the cloud of lust over your mind, you realize that your shaft is aching with need after a thrust pushes the tip along your stomach. You reach a shaky hand to it, wrapping your fingers around it and pumping with practiced strokes. You squeeze your eyes shut again and allow yourself to feel the dual sensations, crying out at the intensity.
You don't realize your climax is nearing as your mind goes blank with lust until a hand cups your face softly. You come back to reality, still stroking yourself. He looks at you with such tenderness, such love. It makes something stir within your chest. You slow your strokes, hesitant to climax while knowing you're using his loneliness against him.
He notices you hesitate and slow, and he pushes your hand away, pumping it himself. Your face grows so warm it hurts. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp and sputter with each thrust and pump, culminating into a loud moan as your release spills onto your stomach. The King slows for a brief moment as he watches, then his hips become more erratic. You bring a hand to your face, biting on your finger as he grinds against that spot. You squeak a bit and wince as the pleasure becomes so strong that it starts to hurt.
You watch, mind clear of lust, as he moves faster and harder. He lowers your hips and leans forward, bracing himself using his forearms on either side of your head. His eyes are closed, focused on the feeling of your tight hole. You hold your breath as he presses his forehead against your shoulder.
Moments later, the king moans low and deep, hanging his head a bit as he spills his climax inside of you. You groan uncomfortably. It feels weird. He pants, catching his breath, then pulls out of you. You make a noise of displeasure as you feel empty once more and the cum dribbles out.
You sigh, feeling a sudden tiredness in your body. You blink slowly at him, your eyes following him as he reaches for something out of view. You close your eyes and try not to think about how you'll have to do this four more times. You don't know if you can. You feel messy. Gross. You're taking advantage of his loneliness.
The cum on your stomach feels cold, and the king's inside you leaks out uncomfortably. You sigh and try not to think about how this was only marginally better than masturbating. You focus on the king's soft blankets underneath you. The plush pillows resting under your head. His fingers brushing against your forehead tenderly...
"Sweet dreams, my hero," he whispers.
Your breathing slows, and you fall asleep.