His claws gripped my jaw, but he leaned down and spat in my mouth. The thick mass started to slide down the back of my throat. I stared at him in horror while he chuckled.
“Eat,” he said before he put more food in his mouth.
He spat food in my mouth. When the collar began to tighten, I swallowed the food. The King took a sip from his chalice and held my jaw again. When I didn't open my mouth, a thorn pricked my neck, and I opened it. His lips touched mine as he transferred the meat and drink into my mouth. I struggled to swallow the mouthful and I wanted to rip the damn earring off the pointy-eared bastard.
“That’s it, show me your fire, dirty little flower. Let me corrupt every part of you,” he said running a claw down my cheek.
I glared at him, ignoring the laughter and jibes from the savages watching us.
“I will enjoy crushing you until the last of that fire dies out,” he said before dismissing me and turning to his food.
I sank into the pillow, moving my legs to sit more comfortably, and that's when I felt the baby stroking my belly. It wasn't as sharp as before, and the touch felt soothing. Perhaps he was part of me after all. As I took bites of food from the King’s hand, I studied the guests. His was a dark kingdom, but not everyone was as tainted as their King. When I had my fill, he passed me some water since the wine wasn't an option.
The more wine consumed, the more boisterous the crowds became, and it made me glad to be by the King’s side. The tempo of the drums and harps grew faster as more people began to dance.
“Come here and service me with your mouth. It’s time for you to take your dose of my nectar,” the King drawled as his finger toyed with my hair.
I tore my eyes away from the crowd, turning to see that his cock was out of his trousers and he shamelessly fisted himself. I crawled off the pillow and knelt between his legs before the thorns dug in. He pushed his cock toward my mouth and I saw the golden liquid flow out of the black slit. It trickled down his length, and I caught it with my tongue, licking it as I reached the tip.
The ache was immediate, and I couldn't be sure if it was his precum or my natural response. It didn't matter because I sucked his cock, gripping his thighs as I started to work on his length. He pushed my hair away from my face until I met his eyes.
“Harder, I want you nice and wet, my dirty little flower. Suck harder,” he hissed as his claws grasped my head. “Taste me.”
I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand on his cock, pumping up and down his length until I tasted more of the burnt honey from him.
“Yes, I know how much you love the taste of my seed,” he said, pushing my head down his length until I gagged. “Show me how much you need me to fuck you, flower.”
I work on his length, ignoring my need to breathe, rubbing my tongue around him while moving my head up and down his length. Before I knew it, he was thrusting himself in and out of me, forcing his length down my neck. The tempo of the music grew faster, and his lazy rhythm changed.
He held my head still and started to fuck my mouth hard and fast. The tiny chains danced across my breasts, rubbing my nipples as I felt the same aching need from yesterday's shoot through me.
With a growl, he yanked my head up and reached down to lift me up. He swung me around until I faced the crowd, but pulled me back until I landed on his lap. He leisurely lifted my ankle and placed it over the padded antler armrest before doing the same with the other. He had me spread wide open for everyone to see.
“I decree that the mortal, Willow, is now my Royal broodmare,” he bellowed out to the chaotic crowd.
“No,” I gasped, trying to turn around, but lifted me up with his fingers curling around my asscheek before pressing his cock against my pussy.
“Shh, don’t you feel how wet you are for me?” he said as he released my ass and I sank down on his cock. “Let them see how hungry you are for your King.”
I closed my eyes as he stretched me out until I felt the burn. His fingers trapped my breasts and held them before I felt his hips move beneath me. My fingers clawed at the armrests, and I pushed myself down, meeting his upward thrust.
“This is the only purpose your body has now, flower,” he said as he moved me up and down on his cock.
He used his magic to move me while he rested his claws on my belly. The crowds began to shout, placing bets on if I would cum and how long it would take. I stopped focusing on them because the King flung his hips in the air each time I slammed down on him. The crazed tempo left me breathless, but I was grateful he didn't make me beg the way he had last night.
“Show them all how much your hungry pussy needs me,” he said, moving his hand down my belly and to my clit. “Are you going to cum for me, flower?”
Before he touched me, I began to contract around him, and he grunted behind me. His claws were retracted and my head fell back when he rubbed his fingers over my wet clit. His strokes became deeper, and I cried out as the chandelier blurred. I came long and hard, uncaring of the people around us. I heard his growl of satisfaction rumble in his chest.
“Your pussy feels so good, flower. So fucking tight,” he grunted while driving into me.
His claw dug into my thigh when his body stiffened, and I felt his hot seed erupt inside of me. I kept my eyes closed when he groaned as my muscles contracted again, but I was unable to stop. It could have been my imagination, but our bodies felt connected somehow. I sagged against his chest while he unhooked my legs from his throne. I stretched them out to ease the discomfort.
“Now no one will dare to harm you,” he said, resting his hand over my belly.
I looked around the room and I saw the spiteful and jealous looks from some of the people. They were all capable of magic which could be spells or items that could be used against me similar to the collar.
For all the depravity, I had to wonder if the King claimed me in front of everyone as a warning for others. The baby moved, it didn't kick, but rippled like water, and I was convinced that he was trying to communicate with me. I rubbed my stomach, and he followed my hand, pressing against it.
