They are not courting. She does not belong to him. For all she knows, he vanishes during the day to visit the whorehouse. He spends more time away from Blackwood than within, and is that not his prerogative as Prince?
I am not enough for him to see me as a sole consort.
When she is nothing but a panting mess, begging for release, Skull Mask rises like a mountain between her legs to hold her hostage in his dreaded gaze.
His cloak falls away, revealing a fine black tunic with matching trousers. His gloved hand deftly undoes the strings of his pants before flipping her onto her stomach.
What would Sigvid say if I took another man’s cock? He would hate me! I would hate me! He will toss me out into the cold for me to die alone. Anything but alone!
Pleadings mumble through the belt as she shakes her head, but his cock slides inside anyway. He relentlessly pounds against her pelvis, wrecking her body with each thrust. His member slides in and out ofher wetness, somehow managing to strike her exactly where she needs him to hit.
She tries to inhale, but her throat catches her breath and seems to return it to her lungs. The choking of her breath happens again and again until she chokes uncomfortably from the panic seizing her body.
Convulsions wreck her chest from the sheer terror of facing Sigvid after this. Knowing she will likely cum on this man’s cock and realizing the devotion she feels toward the Salt Prince. An affection she has likely always had.
Growling emits from underneath the skull as one of his hands releases from her waist to roughly handle her breasts through the fabric of her gown.
Again, he turns her over until she is once more on her back, spread wide for him. She hears the unsheathing of a blade and can barely process his intentions before he rips the front of her lovely bodice away, revealing her bare breasts to him.
Shivers join the convulsions in a sick, twisted dance that is her bound body.
Between his thumb and forefingers, he squeezes her pebbled nipples. She groans in unbearable pain and pleasure. A damned moan rocks her body, betraying her to him. Tears flood her eyes until they burn. Her congested nose and the leather strap threaten to siphon what little breath remains.
The withered bed creaks and cracks under them until the wooden frame breaks underneath. Skull Mask growls in frustration.
Keeping his throbbing member buried inside her, he picks her up and sets her bare ass on the table. He continues to plow into her womanhood until she can feel the building of pleasure deep within her core.
He grips her shoulders, his fingertips tracing along her neck, stimulating goosebumps across her skin. The skeletal jaw hovers at her ear, and she can feel the cold bone press against her skin.
“Filthy whore, your pussy sucked me right in. Tell me, do you enjoy this?” His labored breathing climbs along with her damned orgasm.
She shakes her head, mumbling denials through her gag.
“Speak slut.” He hisses.
She sobs a ‘yes’ that is a mumbled utterance. His cock, bottoming her out in a gasp, rests deep in her soft flesh.
She blinks in time for a strip of cloth to blind her eyes. The cabin is dark, but the blindfold has her thrashing to regain her sight.
He chuckles darkly at her struggles.
She feels his skin-tingling tongue trace her skin around the gag. The point of his tongue moves closer to the leather until he licks his belt with a groan.
“I fucking love you helpless in your submission to me, my little Queen. You cannot move, talk, or see. Do you get off being my powerless fucking whore?”
The panic drops, and she sobs harder.My Sigvid!
The belt buckle unclips enough that the leather falls to her neck, exposing her mouth to him. His firm lips crash onto hers with a fervent need she reciprocates.
His taste is like home and her deepest desire all in one. Two bare fingers force their way into her mouth, pressing down onto her tongue.
“I ask again, does that cunt squeeze at the thought of being owned by me?”
Her walls tighten around his cock, stimulating a growl from him.
“Answer me like the good fucking whore I am turning you into.”
“I am Sigvid’s whore.” She chokes on his fingers as his hips pick up their rhythm.
