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RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
The King laughed like whiskey over stones, pressing his lips to her carotid to feel her pulse. "But where is your pack, Boldheart?" he murmured. "Who will hunt with you, when you smell like a thing that enjoys to be hunted? Rats don't smell like prey. That's you, girl." He held her face in his hands, mouth meeting hers only fleetingly. They both still tasted like candy, but his tongue had the memory of blood.
"Your Majesty," Gareth said, and the King looked up from the girl beneath him. Gareth held his cape, and looked carefully impassive.
"Marvelous!" the King said at full volume, jumping up to his feet. He twirled to fall backward into the voluminous furs, letting Gareth catch him and fasten it carefully at his neck. He reached upward to pat affectionately at Gareth's cheek. "You're both so young," the King sighed. "She's twenty! Imagine being full-grown at twenty. And you, with a full set of horns."
He was back at Ren's side in an instant, scooping her up by the waist to spin her around in the air. "Her legs are much too short," he decided, depositing her bodily into Gareth's arms. Gareth pulled her into a more secure hold against his chest, her legs draped over his arm and her head by his shoulder. "We mustn't tire her out with walking," he said, though what delighted him was making Gareth deliver her like a present.
"I know exactly the room, lovelies, follow along."
"Your Majesty," Gareth said, and the King looked up from the girl beneath him. Gareth held his cape, and looked carefully impassive.
"Marvelous!" the King said at full volume, jumping up to his feet. He twirled to fall backward into the voluminous furs, letting Gareth catch him and fasten it carefully at his neck. He reached upward to pat affectionately at Gareth's cheek. "You're both so young," the King sighed. "She's twenty! Imagine being full-grown at twenty. And you, with a full set of horns."
He was back at Ren's side in an instant, scooping her up by the waist to spin her around in the air. "Her legs are much too short," he decided, depositing her bodily into Gareth's arms. Gareth pulled her into a more secure hold against his chest, her legs draped over his arm and her head by his shoulder. "We mustn't tire her out with walking," he said, though what delighted him was making Gareth deliver her like a present.
"I know exactly the room, lovelies, follow along."
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
"...Left them outside," she admitted breathlessly. She couldn't even try to control the rapid staccato beat of her heart. "They didn't wanna come in. They're smarter than me," she admitted. He kissed her, briefly, and he tasted like copper and salt and sugar and sharp points. She remembered what had been in his mouth ten minutes prior and shuddered. Gareth approached, interrupting. She glanced at him over the king's shoulder, eyes a bit dazed. She'd barely been kissed, so her lips couldn't have been as red from it as she felt like they were. She licked her lips, briefly, searching for the taste of sugar. She'd barely managed to sit up, shaking cobwebs out of her head, when the King picked her up by the waist and spun her around as if she was an infant. She let out another startled squeak, having never been picked up in such a manner before.
Honestly. She knew she was underweight, but the way everyone seemed to be able to effortlessly manhandle her was a bit humiliating. She needed to convince someone to put her on a protein diet so she could do some of the lifting, or she was going to get a complex. ...More of a complex.
She was deposited directly into Gareth's arms, his princess carry much more familiar and--though she loathed to admit it--comforting. She did manage a smug smile up at him, though, as if she knew he didn't want her to be doing what she was doing, and relished in his disapproval. Even if she didn't understand the source of it, exactly, other than that this was probably a bad decision that she was making. He was also a bad decision, though, so she didn't think he could throw any stones at her process.
"This castle is huge," she commented as Gareth followed the King, carrying her along like she was a prize. "How many kids have you wound up with, that yer runnin' out of room?" She was thinking like twelve kids max. She might need to consider numbers in her proposal, if it was going to be debated all proper-like. This was her entrance into politics, presuming he wasn't lying, which he might have been.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
Gareth had been perfectly prepared to offer her an out. If she was shaken, if she was scared, he could take her back to her room. The King would allow it if he asked, he was sure.
Instead she smiled up at him, all smug, like she'd managed something special getting kissed like she had.
His mouth was a flat line, his tail nearly straight.
"A hive in the mountains would be much bigger," the King said with a sniff. "Stars, I don't know. One more than there were. Too many! Gareth, how many hatchlings now?"
"One-hundred twenty-seven," Gareth said shortly.
"What!"
"The spool mill," Gareth reminded him.
"Oh, that place stunk and I hated it. That isn't even most of them! I don't even know where they're coming from." He pointed at a young girl in a pink dress with too many ruffles, who'd been about to pass them in the hall. "Is that cake?" he demanded.
She stopped, and held the silver tray in her hands out to him. He snatched a tea cake.
"Where did you come from?" he asked suspiciously, before stuffing it in his mouth and nearly swallowing it whole.
"The kitchens."
"Before that," he snapped, and she giggled.
"My sister brought me," she said, "after you killt her husband."
"They're multiplying," the King complained, anguished, before continuing up the stairs. The girl offered Gareth a wobbly curtsy. "Honestly! I destroy their livelihoods! I steal their children! I turn wives into widows! Any respectable hero would try to slay me." They passed a gaggle of knee-high humanoids, and he roared at them to make his point. They shrieked with laughter, running circles around the harried elfin maid trying to corral them.
"Terrifying," Gareth assured him.
Instead she smiled up at him, all smug, like she'd managed something special getting kissed like she had.
His mouth was a flat line, his tail nearly straight.
"A hive in the mountains would be much bigger," the King said with a sniff. "Stars, I don't know. One more than there were. Too many! Gareth, how many hatchlings now?"
"One-hundred twenty-seven," Gareth said shortly.
"What!"
"The spool mill," Gareth reminded him.
"Oh, that place stunk and I hated it. That isn't even most of them! I don't even know where they're coming from." He pointed at a young girl in a pink dress with too many ruffles, who'd been about to pass them in the hall. "Is that cake?" he demanded.
She stopped, and held the silver tray in her hands out to him. He snatched a tea cake.
"Where did you come from?" he asked suspiciously, before stuffing it in his mouth and nearly swallowing it whole.
"The kitchens."
"Before that," he snapped, and she giggled.
"My sister brought me," she said, "after you killt her husband."
"They're multiplying," the King complained, anguished, before continuing up the stairs. The girl offered Gareth a wobbly curtsy. "Honestly! I destroy their livelihoods! I steal their children! I turn wives into widows! Any respectable hero would try to slay me." They passed a gaggle of knee-high humanoids, and he roared at them to make his point. They shrieked with laughter, running circles around the harried elfin maid trying to corral them.
"Terrifying," Gareth assured him.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
Ren rolled in Gareth's obvious disapproval like a cat in a sunbeam. It was absolutely going to make up for whatever happened next, even if it did turn out to be terrifying and unpleasant instead of terrifying and fun. Like those carts had been. She wondered if the King would let her ride them sometime if she did whatever this was well enough. "A hundred and twenny--!" she exclaimed, shocked. She'd thought for sure he had just been being sulky, but that was a real damn problem he had on his hands. She sat up a bit in Gareth's arms, interested. "Man, you really do need an orphanage, shit... Uh, yer Highness," she added, almost like an afterthought. Some of them were tiny, too. She was going to have to give this more consideration then she'd initially thought. She'd need to ask Gareth if he minded staying late so she could dig through the work library.
She jumped at the roar, clinging more tightly to Gareth's arms. The dragon noises and smoke that came out of his mostly-human form was extremely alarming, still. But the children were obviously used to it. Had they never seen him eat someone? Probably not. Hmm.
"Absolutely frightful," she agreed, but genuinely. "If I was a hero, I'd be droppin' every other quest to come here." Except he was clearly underestimating how much the country had adjusted to having a dragon for a king. She kind of felt like she was the only one here actually scared at all. That gaggle of school children was braver than her, apparently, and it gave her some much needed extra strength to the backbone. She couldn't quite get a pin on his royal highness, that was for damn sure, but the longer she stuck around, the more she'd figure it out. And then: social change! Revolution! From the top down, this time, since from the bottom up hadn't worked at all.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
Gareth held her close, carefully keeping any sign of amusement from showing in his face. She was jumpy, despite playing at comfort.
The King led them to a wing of the castle less cluttered with people, no wandering servants or stray children. A few of the portraits on the walls were scorched. He entertained himself with a folk song that hadn't been popular in a hundred years or more.
Gareth resented somewhat the loveliness of his voice. He was a dragon. There was no need for that. Gilding the proverbial lily, there.
"Here!" the King announced, opening a door apparently at random. It was less a room, and more a suite, with arched windows and a wide balcony all covered in vines. Potted plants covered every surface. The bed was enormous, silk sheets in purple with more golden thread.
He blew a thin stream of fire at the fireplace like a kiss, though the sun was still out and the breeze not too strong.
"I know exactly where I want her," the King said with a clap of his hands. This reassured Gareth not at all. "At the corner of the bed, by the post," he ordered, pointing.
Gareth set her down as gently as reluctantly. The King nudged him out of the way, and promptly began rearranging her like a decoration. He grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it to move it around the bedpost, so that her legs straddled it. Then he pulled his cravat loose, and started using it to tie her hands to the post.
"This way," he explained, "she can watch."
Gareth's face flushed dark red. "Ah."
The King grinned at her. Once he felt sure she was secure, he twirled toward Gareth, who took a step back. "Hands," the dragon said, and Gareth immediately clasped his hands behind his back, jaw tense. The King unclasped his cape and dropped it to the floor in front of him before working at Gareth's belt. They kissed, too many sharp teeth too close together, square jaws in unnatural colors. Briefly, Gareth let his eyes flutter shut.
Then the King sank to his knees, and Gareth's balance wavered, tail curling around his thigh. A long tongue stroked at his shaft, teasing licks, soft dark hair and a crown of opals glinting in the light.
Gareth tried not to look at Ren, and failed.
The King led them to a wing of the castle less cluttered with people, no wandering servants or stray children. A few of the portraits on the walls were scorched. He entertained himself with a folk song that hadn't been popular in a hundred years or more.
Gareth resented somewhat the loveliness of his voice. He was a dragon. There was no need for that. Gilding the proverbial lily, there.
"Here!" the King announced, opening a door apparently at random. It was less a room, and more a suite, with arched windows and a wide balcony all covered in vines. Potted plants covered every surface. The bed was enormous, silk sheets in purple with more golden thread.
He blew a thin stream of fire at the fireplace like a kiss, though the sun was still out and the breeze not too strong.
"I know exactly where I want her," the King said with a clap of his hands. This reassured Gareth not at all. "At the corner of the bed, by the post," he ordered, pointing.
Gareth set her down as gently as reluctantly. The King nudged him out of the way, and promptly began rearranging her like a decoration. He grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it to move it around the bedpost, so that her legs straddled it. Then he pulled his cravat loose, and started using it to tie her hands to the post.
"This way," he explained, "she can watch."
Gareth's face flushed dark red. "Ah."
The King grinned at her. Once he felt sure she was secure, he twirled toward Gareth, who took a step back. "Hands," the dragon said, and Gareth immediately clasped his hands behind his back, jaw tense. The King unclasped his cape and dropped it to the floor in front of him before working at Gareth's belt. They kissed, too many sharp teeth too close together, square jaws in unnatural colors. Briefly, Gareth let his eyes flutter shut.
Then the King sank to his knees, and Gareth's balance wavered, tail curling around his thigh. A long tongue stroked at his shaft, teasing licks, soft dark hair and a crown of opals glinting in the light.
Gareth tried not to look at Ren, and failed.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
Despite what the King had said, Ren couldn't really imagine much bigger than this castle. It was hive-like in its own way, an endless trail of corridors that she didn't even try to keep straight. If she needed to find her way out in a hurry, well, there were always rats to give directions. Even here, so long as there was a kitchen. She wasn't scared. Well. Okay, she was a little bit, but it was a reasonable amount.
She tried not to resent the room for being beautiful, and failed, just like she failed at trying not to resent him, or Gareth, or everyone and anyone else who had the things she was denied.
She didn't know what use she could be tied to a bedpost in this position, but she wasn't going to critique his creativity. She let him rearrange her much the way she let Grilka do it: begrudgingly but in no way shape or form about to request they stop. A cravat didn't make much of a tie, either, more decoration then practical bondage, but she suspected that was a feature rather than a bug.
Watch?
Surprise hit her face, followed quickly by confusion, then delight. A show was fine, so long as she wasn't dinner. She'd been wondering about their dynamic to begin with, since she couldn't imagine Gareth being anything but in control, but couldn't imagine the King giving up control to anyone or anything even if he wanted to. Also, Gareth rarely stripped much in front of her, often fucking her around both of their clothes. This way, she could get a much better angle on things. She could deal with her jealousy, especially if it got her material to tease him with later. She wondered, idly, if the King took requests.
Oh, wow, he was definitely a better kisser than her. Should she be taking notes? She watched with invested interest, her expression one of someone studying for a test as much as someone watching a highly erotic display. When Gareth's cock came out, she wanted to clap, but her hands were tied together and it would probably damage the mood. She also wanted score cards, but that would definitely damage the mood.
So she settled for watching, taking mental notes of what was making Gareth's breath catch and what was making his control waver. And when he looked over at her, she grinned, her dull teeth in comparison to theirs not doing much to make her look less devilish. She was barely, barely restraining herself from adding commentary. This was the hardest she'd ever worked at not talking in her entire life, and she wasn't sure how long she could keep it up.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
The King took the whole of Gareth's cock in his mouth, down his throat, and Gareth groaned. He was trying very hard to stay still, and the look on Ren's face wasn't helping. She thought this was funny, he was sure of it.
"Couldn't you have gagged her?" he muttered through his teeth. She was going to say something and he was going to kill her.
The dragon at his feet slid the dick from his mouth. "You can do that later," he suggested, and Gareth's hips rocked into his hands. The fire flaring in his eyes was a promise and a threat. "Take your shirt off," he said, before bobbing greedily back onto him.
It wasn't just the threat of teeth, but that the King's breath blew hot and his inhalations felt cool and something about his mouth felt tingly sometimes and it was just. A lot.
Gareth took his time loosening his tie and unbuttoning his waistcoat, because the alternative was that his fingers would fumble. They fell to the floor, and his shirt followed, but that still left suspenders and an undershirt. Black tattoos circled his arms, starbursts on his shoulders, tightly packed dots and sharp lines with raised scars.
The King stopped until Gareth's undershirt fell to the floor. He trilled approvingly, reaching up to run his fingers along the hair decorating his abdomen.
"Avi," Gareth breathed, a question, but the King hummed and bobbed and didn't give him leave to use his hands.
"Couldn't you have gagged her?" he muttered through his teeth. She was going to say something and he was going to kill her.
The dragon at his feet slid the dick from his mouth. "You can do that later," he suggested, and Gareth's hips rocked into his hands. The fire flaring in his eyes was a promise and a threat. "Take your shirt off," he said, before bobbing greedily back onto him.
It wasn't just the threat of teeth, but that the King's breath blew hot and his inhalations felt cool and something about his mouth felt tingly sometimes and it was just. A lot.
Gareth took his time loosening his tie and unbuttoning his waistcoat, because the alternative was that his fingers would fumble. They fell to the floor, and his shirt followed, but that still left suspenders and an undershirt. Black tattoos circled his arms, starbursts on his shoulders, tightly packed dots and sharp lines with raised scars.
The King stopped until Gareth's undershirt fell to the floor. He trilled approvingly, reaching up to run his fingers along the hair decorating his abdomen.
"Avi," Gareth breathed, a question, but the King hummed and bobbed and didn't give him leave to use his hands.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
Ren's eyebrows raised, impressed by the King's, ahem, talents. She mouthed "wow!" at Gareth broadly, hands wiggling with the numerous filthy gesticulations she wanted to be making. "Rude!" she interjected at Gareth's protest. This was more self-control then he'd ever managed to get out of her. She was breaking records over here! She deserved more admiration and respect for her restraint then she was getting.
She watched with hungry eyes as Gareth stripped. This was more skin from him than she'd ever seen before by a wide margin, and she was getting it while watching a very pretty dragon go down on him. What a day! And to think she'd been certain she was going to die, this morning. Well, she supposed she still might, but it was seeming unlikely.
Finally, his undershirt hit the ground, and she couldn't resist the appreciative wolf whistle that burst out of her, unprompted. Some things were primal, like terror of dragons and catcalling your hot boss, who apparently had tattoos this whole time and never said. She was personally affronted, but definitely understood why he'd never stripped for her. Every inch of exposed flesh was ammunition, and she was stockpiling.
The sight of him, unrestrained and yet very restrained, arguably being serviced but absolutely not in command, was hot enough to fuel the next two month's worth of masturbation fantasies, she was pretty sure. And they'd barely even gotten started! She was beginning to understand why the King had decided to have her straddle a bedpost. It wasn't exactly a classy thing to grind up against, but hey, imprisoned girls make do. And maybe if she managed to do something hot back here, she'd help with the frayed strands of Gareth's self-control. The thought of that was enough to start her squirming, an excited little wriggle that was halfway between the delighted wiggle-hops she gave when she was happy, and genuine arousal.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
Gareth snarled, teeth bared and tail thrashing, as the King hummed in obvious amusement. Gareth had every intention of absolutely wrecking her as soon as he was given leave to do so.
He watched her intently as she started to squirm, realizing immediately what she was doing. If the fire in his eyes were real, he would have burned a hole in her.
The King reached upward to lace his fingers with Gareth's, stealing his attention. Not that his cock disappearing into such a pretty face was significantly less arousing. He gripped the King's hand tight, and watched Ren again. The King made pleased and shameless sounds, muffled but noisy. He pulled Gareth's hand to his hair, and Gareth's breath caught as he gripped the soft strands of it.
More temptation. But if he dared to thrust, the King wouldn't hesitate to bite him.
When his grip started to tighten, his breath started to quicken, the King tugged Gareth's trousers lower on his hip. He pulled off of him, and instead bit at the exposed muscle.
Gareth bit a roar back into a hiss as the King laughed.
"You were so close," the King said with no sympathy at all. Gareth's cock was soaked and hard and almost-purple, and the King didn't touch it at all. Gareth knew better than to think he was allowed. The King kissed his hip, then pulled himself up so they could kiss properly again. Gareth was the more aggressive this time, leaning into the contact and trying to press deeper, tasting himself on the other man's tongue.
"Wait here," the King said, pleased. He turned to Ren, moved too close, their legs touching and their faces barely not. He tugged the knot loose on the cravat holding her hands. "He's very far gone, now, isn't he?" he asked conversationally.
He watched her intently as she started to squirm, realizing immediately what she was doing. If the fire in his eyes were real, he would have burned a hole in her.
The King reached upward to lace his fingers with Gareth's, stealing his attention. Not that his cock disappearing into such a pretty face was significantly less arousing. He gripped the King's hand tight, and watched Ren again. The King made pleased and shameless sounds, muffled but noisy. He pulled Gareth's hand to his hair, and Gareth's breath caught as he gripped the soft strands of it.
More temptation. But if he dared to thrust, the King wouldn't hesitate to bite him.
When his grip started to tighten, his breath started to quicken, the King tugged Gareth's trousers lower on his hip. He pulled off of him, and instead bit at the exposed muscle.
Gareth bit a roar back into a hiss as the King laughed.
"You were so close," the King said with no sympathy at all. Gareth's cock was soaked and hard and almost-purple, and the King didn't touch it at all. Gareth knew better than to think he was allowed. The King kissed his hip, then pulled himself up so they could kiss properly again. Gareth was the more aggressive this time, leaning into the contact and trying to press deeper, tasting himself on the other man's tongue.
"Wait here," the King said, pleased. He turned to Ren, moved too close, their legs touching and their faces barely not. He tugged the knot loose on the cravat holding her hands. "He's very far gone, now, isn't he?" he asked conversationally.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
Ren grinned in delight at Gareth's anger, both because she liked pissing him off and because he was currently being kept under control. Normally the only thing keeping him reigned in around her was his own self-control and a broad sense of decorum, given that they were always at work. This was much better. Delight mingled with arousal as she rubbed against the bedpost, a bit self-consciously at first. But then she realized she could time her own movements up with the King's, and all bets were off. Also, she couldn't help but notice that Gareth was getting his dick sucked, expertly, by a dragon who was hot and also royalty, but it was her his gaze kept drawing back to. There was lowkey murder in that gaze, the promise of absolute ruin later if he got his hands on her, but still. Being infuriating enough to get attention was still getting attention, and she was quite smug about it.
She was just thinking her plan might come to fruition, but the King was one step ahead of them both, pulling off of Gareth's dick to bite him, hard enough to make Ren wince in sympathy. Gareth was built of much sturdier stuff than her; that would have absolutely drawn blood if she were the victim instead of him.
She watched with interest, until the King turned his attention on her, and she suddenly and abruptly realized his game. He was getting the demon all wound up, using himself and her to strain his control the breaking point... and then he was gonna sic him on her. Her eyes widened as they glanced between the two men, slightly regretting her choice of behavior for the last few minutes. The King was still attractive and very close and she could smell Gareth on his breath. She wanted to push forward and kiss him, live up to her new name a little bit, but she wasn't sure she dared. She wasn't sure how far she could push, with him, and was still wary of what the end result of overstepping would be.
"...Aw, man," she said, finally, looking back at Gareth and the red in his eyes. She rubbed her wrists even though they weren't really sore from the brief silk bondage. "I'm not even gonna get a runnin' start, am I."
No one ever gave her a running start. And she kind of wanted one, because despite her trepidation, she thought maybe there was a little further to push with Gareth. She was ready to put off the consequences of her actions for another few minutes. The roofs were pretty high in here. If she got a head start, she could draw this out long enough for Gareth to be ready to tear her a new one, if he wasn't already. Which was probably a bad idea, but she was on a roll with those at this stage.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
The King, grinning, pounced into bed. It didn't occur to him to take his boots off; he didn't usually use beds for sleeping, so it didn't fuss him if the bedding was ruined. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders—which was only a little different from wrapping his arm around her neck—and pulled her closer to the middle of the bed.
"How's your gag reflex?" he wondered, a hand on her hip to slide her sideways. Fortunately, the sheets were slippery. He threw a leg over her to sit on her waist, his hands on her shoulders again. Most of his weight was on his knees, but enough of it was on her to be uncomfortable. He was very obviously hard. "I want to see what it looks like if he fucks your face," he explained, "but it's no fun if you're going to start vomiting everywhere." He moved her head back by the jaw with a frown. "Or if it cracks your throat open," he admitted. "Will it even stretch that much? I might fit better, but I don't think he likes helping as much as I do." He wrapped his fingers around her neck meaningfully.
He had no qualms about admitting to being less endowed than a significantly larger son of a succubus. His was very practical, and quite pretty besides.
"If I did fuck her face," he said to Gareth, "I think it might be better if you just watch, don't you think?"
Gareth, white-knuckled, didn't move.
"How's your gag reflex?" he wondered, a hand on her hip to slide her sideways. Fortunately, the sheets were slippery. He threw a leg over her to sit on her waist, his hands on her shoulders again. Most of his weight was on his knees, but enough of it was on her to be uncomfortable. He was very obviously hard. "I want to see what it looks like if he fucks your face," he explained, "but it's no fun if you're going to start vomiting everywhere." He moved her head back by the jaw with a frown. "Or if it cracks your throat open," he admitted. "Will it even stretch that much? I might fit better, but I don't think he likes helping as much as I do." He wrapped his fingers around her neck meaningfully.
He had no qualms about admitting to being less endowed than a significantly larger son of a succubus. His was very practical, and quite pretty besides.
"If I did fuck her face," he said to Gareth, "I think it might be better if you just watch, don't you think?"
Gareth, white-knuckled, didn't move.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
Ren was growing vaguely accustomed to the King manhandling her, as much as she'd ever be able to get used to that sort of thing. Gareth, at least, looked like he should be as strong as he was. The King, on the other hand, pulled her around like she was made of feathers, and it was just alarming. Before she knew it, she found herself underneath him again. Pinned down, but this time he had an erection that was painfully apparent and not at all hidden by his leggings. She swallowed, nervous and curious and excited. "Better than it used t'be. Not as good as yers." She had no shame in admitting that. He'd had a lot longer to practice. No worry of vomit; she hadn't been fed yet that day. No worry of blood, either. She was considerably more resilient then she looked, more resilient then she thought even Gareth was willing to believe, thinking her lack of serious injury from his antics the result of his own restraint. "It goes all the way down," she informed him, swallowing with her hand around her neck so he could feel the way her muscles worked. His hand there made her want to tremble, but she was working hard not to. Her face was beginning to glow crimson, but she was pushing through the embarrassment because she knew Gareth was suffering more than her. "But then I can't breathe and it's not wholly sustainable."
She tilted her head to the side, slightly, a glint of trouble in her eyes still. "I think it might be better if he just watches," she agreed, wide-eyed and soft voiced, the very picture of innocence and not fooling a soul. "That way y'can show him how to do it without hurtin' me. I'll tell ya for free, it's a lesson he could stand to learn." She smiled at Gareth, the cherubic innocence of an absolute devil.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
The King laughed, his hand still around her neck. "I never said anything about not hurting you," he pointed out. "I just don't want to kill you."
Gareth took a step closer.
"Calm down," the King chided.
"Avi," Gareth warned.
"My Majesty," he corrected.
"I mean it," Gareth said.
"She'll be fine," the King said. "Kneel and wait before I change my mind."
Slowly, Gareth dropped to the floor. His tail drew angry figure-eights behind him.
"Better." The King huffed. "I knew we should have gone to the dungeon," he complained. "We have a stockade! And a new wooden horse." He seemed to think Gareth should be very impressed by this. "We put leather on it, so it's safe now. Ish."
Figuring out how to make the things in the dungeons useful was an ongoing process.
The King let her go to press his hands into the bed, apropos of nothing doing a front handspring onto the floor and twirling around to face her. "You're just going to have to stay still on your own," he decided. "Mostly still," he corrected, slipping his erection free of his tights. It was somewhat more shimmering than was typical in a sex organ. "I imagine you'll kick a bit."
People tended to do that when they couldn't breathe.
He leaned forward, splaying his fingers over her stomach to hold her down, his other hand around her neck again. Holding her as still as he could, he pushed into her throat, looking over his shoulder at the man on the floor.
Gareth took a step closer.
"Calm down," the King chided.
"Avi," Gareth warned.
"My Majesty," he corrected.
"I mean it," Gareth said.
"She'll be fine," the King said. "Kneel and wait before I change my mind."
Slowly, Gareth dropped to the floor. His tail drew angry figure-eights behind him.
"Better." The King huffed. "I knew we should have gone to the dungeon," he complained. "We have a stockade! And a new wooden horse." He seemed to think Gareth should be very impressed by this. "We put leather on it, so it's safe now. Ish."
Figuring out how to make the things in the dungeons useful was an ongoing process.
The King let her go to press his hands into the bed, apropos of nothing doing a front handspring onto the floor and twirling around to face her. "You're just going to have to stay still on your own," he decided. "Mostly still," he corrected, slipping his erection free of his tights. It was somewhat more shimmering than was typical in a sex organ. "I imagine you'll kick a bit."
People tended to do that when they couldn't breathe.
He leaned forward, splaying his fingers over her stomach to hold her down, his other hand around her neck again. Holding her as still as he could, he pushed into her throat, looking over his shoulder at the man on the floor.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-20-2019
Ren swallowed again, less confidently this time. Gareth's protectiveness was equal parts surprising and flattering to her. She felt a fluttering in her stomach nothing to do with the dragon whose weight was on her waist and whose hand was considering the fragility of her neck. It occurred to her, extremely belatedly, that if she got him in trouble now, it would really fly in the face of her wanting him not to be alone with the King to keep him out of trouble. She just hadn't predicted that he'd prioritize her anywhere even close to pleasing the King.
"I'll be fine," she echoed, somewhat less convincingly, but willing him to believe it. She wasn't totally sure either, but there was social change on the line here, and also if she survived it'd probably be really hot. Really, she only knew one thing for sure: she was incredibly grateful for her starvation diet. She would not be vomiting on or near the King, now or ever.
She did indeed hold very still, and even managed not to make any comments about the fact his dick kind of sparkled--it was more of a shimmer, admittedly, but STILL--at great personal cost. Her face probably betrayed something. It always did. He was, in fact, smaller than Gareth, but she was reminded that that wasn't saying much only when faced with the reality of having it shoved down her throat.
She took an appropriately deep breath before she opened her mouth, his lack of concern for her airways sharp on her mind. A good thing she did, since he went right for the throat. She went over all the tricks Gareth had taught her in her head, open up the throat like you're yawning to keep from gagging, relax, try to breathe through your nose quickly on thrusts--not that he'd started thrusting yet.
His hand on her neck felt good. She wondered if he could tell she liked it, or if it was just some instinct of predators to enjoy throats. Both had worrying implications, in their own way.
She glanced over at Gareth as well, a little worry that he'd do something stupid interrupting what should have been genuine enjoyment of his rough time. She wondered how he felt about the sight of a different cock in her mouth, wondered if this had all been concern for her well-being, or if maybe he didn't have a little bit jealousy in him, too. She had to admit, he was used to having her all to himself in an incredibly literal sense. Maybe he was worried the King was going to steal her away. Maybe she wanted him to worry about that instead.
Once she was sure she wouldn't gag, she swallowed around the King's dick, muscles working between his cock and his hand. She wasn't an all-time champ of dicksucking like he was, but she knew a few tricks. Also, she was kind of hoping it would prompt him into either thrusting or pulling out, so she could breathe. She was going to really start wanting to breathe in a few moments here.
RE: Beg Mercy [Closed] - Tindome - 10-20-2019
The King took his time pulling back out, giving her a moment to gasp for air if she needed it. "You've been teaching her," he accused, pleased.
"She's a quick study." He might have been proud if he hadn't been distracted by every other aspect of the situation. Like Ren, still in her cute little uniform, upside-down with the King's balls on her nose.
He hadn't seen what it looked like when she did that from this angle, before. It was horrible and also fantastic and if he came on himself without anyone touching him he was going to be annoyed. He leaned closer despite himself when the King moved again.
"You don't do anything quickly," the King scoffed, thrusting directly into her throat again and tightening his grip to feel himself inside her. He gave a few thrusts, hard and fast, then buried himself deep and waited. His thumb stroked hard at her throat. He waited until she gave an involuntary thrash before pulling out and letting her catch her breath. "Are you nicer than this about it?" he wondered. "I don't think you like it when they squirm."
"Risky," Gareth said, his voice hoarse.
"I like it," the King said shamelessly. "Just that little bit of panic when they forget I don't want to kill them." He moved her neck back where he wanted it, pressing her body harder into the bed. He rammed into her mouth a few more times, then stopped and stroked her throat again. "It makes it fun," he said with relish. He waited a little longer before pulling out this time, patting her cheek. "There's a good girl."
"She's a quick study." He might have been proud if he hadn't been distracted by every other aspect of the situation. Like Ren, still in her cute little uniform, upside-down with the King's balls on her nose.
He hadn't seen what it looked like when she did that from this angle, before. It was horrible and also fantastic and if he came on himself without anyone touching him he was going to be annoyed. He leaned closer despite himself when the King moved again.
"You don't do anything quickly," the King scoffed, thrusting directly into her throat again and tightening his grip to feel himself inside her. He gave a few thrusts, hard and fast, then buried himself deep and waited. His thumb stroked hard at her throat. He waited until she gave an involuntary thrash before pulling out and letting her catch her breath. "Are you nicer than this about it?" he wondered. "I don't think you like it when they squirm."
"Risky," Gareth said, his voice hoarse.
"I like it," the King said shamelessly. "Just that little bit of panic when they forget I don't want to kill them." He moved her neck back where he wanted it, pressing her body harder into the bed. He rammed into her mouth a few more times, then stopped and stroked her throat again. "It makes it fun," he said with relish. He waited a little longer before pulling out this time, patting her cheek. "There's a good girl."