Ren was bright red, and she was probably going to remain that way for the rest of the encounter. In such a short period of time, she'd forgotten just how horribly good at this the King was. Had he been this good before? Was he figuring her shit out?
She couldn't figure out which train of thought to follow, even. All she knew was that the background level "want" had suddenly and abruptly catapulted to an immediate and deeply pressing "need." She needed his tongue, and she needed hers on him, and she definitely needed his hands on her, holding her down by her neck. When he slapped her, just enough of a love tap to sting, a moan spilled out of her before she could stop it.
Arousal swiftly won out over self-consciousness, and she pulled her pants down a little further, far enough that she could slip her hand into her underwear. She'd started wearing underwear extremely reliably after Gareth had made it such an every day necessity.
"I, I think about you all th' time," she confessed, flushing. The truth was she thought about Gareth more, and the two of them in tandem almost as frequently, but the King didn't need to know that. The King featured in her darker fantasies, things she didn't think Gareth would want to do. Things she didn't necessarily want him to want to do.
"After you fucked me, my ass hurt longer 'n my foot did. I think about that, I think about you fuckin' me so hard I can feel it fer a week after. So hard that Gareth can tell I'm still raw th' next time he bends me over a work bench." She ran a finger in circles around her clit, and whimpered. She normally lost coherency quickly, but since she'd been started on this tangent, she just kept going as she slipped her two middle fingers into herself, palm pressing against her clit. Her hands were small, she didn't know how much good it could possibly do.
"But y'never do what I expect yer gonna do," she groaned out. "An' I think tha' might be what I like." Once he caught her, it was about what he wanted to do. The limits of her own imagination ceased to be important, what she could express she wanted wasn't the limit. She would never have guessed in a million years that he'd say he liked the taste of her--did she taste good? Was that why Gareth was always licking his fingers?--or that he'd want to eat her until she begged him to stop. It would never have occurred to her to ask Gareth for something like that, and she wouldn't even begin to know how to phrase it. Even now, she was grasping for words to put to the feelings, and failing.
"It's so hard to know what t'do," she said, and she realized she was talking about more than just sex. Her world was upsidedown and backwards and incomprehensible and she no longer had any idea what the right thing to do was. It wasn't clear like it had been. She didn't know anything. "But once you have me, there ain't a choice. We jus' do whatever you want." And if she played her cards right, there was room inside what the King wanted for some of the things she wanted. Not all of them, none of the most important things, but the King had a way of making the important seem unimportant, for just a short time.
"Please," she begged, unclear on why she was begging when she hadn't been explicitly told to. "I jus' want--Fuck my throat til I can't talk so I don't have to. Fuck me til I can't walk without leanin' on you. Please. I want y'to mess me up til I can't think anymore."
Bridget flushed a bit indignantly, not appreciating being teased when she was trying to be the one doing the teasing. "That's different," she insisted. "He's the King."
Bridget tried to explain this to a lot of people, a lot of the time, and didn't understand how they couldn't get it. The King was in his own category. He did things like throw her around and hold her down and tie her to things with ropes she could break but wouldn't because he told her not to. Other people couldn't do that, even when she wanted them to, because they weren't the King, and her instincts might get the better of her and she might hurt someone. It was the same reason she only wrestled with Gareth, and got bored of her boyfriends. Surely it was the same for everyone. The King was the King.
Declan, who wasn't the King and therefore wasn't Bridget's type and only saw her chasing pumpkins during the fall festival, for instance, wouldn't know certain important things about her, things the King knew and could watch for. Things like, say, her chase instinct.
The second he took off, Bree let out a bark, too canine for a human mouth, and gave an overly violent squirm to break out of Gareth's relaxed grip. It took longer than she would have liked, and she hit the ground running, sprinting after Declan.
She didn't always give chase. But when someone was so clearly running away from her, well...
She caught up to him near the haystacks, probably because he picked up speed when he realized who was chasing him and drew his own conclusions as to why. She tackled him clean into one and then clung to him as she rolled him clear through to the other side, tousling and practically hugging him until they rolled to a stop with him on bottom. Her tail wagged furiously and excitedly, like a dog that just caught a ball.
"I caught you," she said, sounding very pleased with herself. She would be embarrassed when she wasn't drunk. She sat down on him, looking around for Gareth. "I caught him!" she called out, very pleased with herself.
She couldn't figure out which train of thought to follow, even. All she knew was that the background level "want" had suddenly and abruptly catapulted to an immediate and deeply pressing "need." She needed his tongue, and she needed hers on him, and she definitely needed his hands on her, holding her down by her neck. When he slapped her, just enough of a love tap to sting, a moan spilled out of her before she could stop it.
Arousal swiftly won out over self-consciousness, and she pulled her pants down a little further, far enough that she could slip her hand into her underwear. She'd started wearing underwear extremely reliably after Gareth had made it such an every day necessity.
"I, I think about you all th' time," she confessed, flushing. The truth was she thought about Gareth more, and the two of them in tandem almost as frequently, but the King didn't need to know that. The King featured in her darker fantasies, things she didn't think Gareth would want to do. Things she didn't necessarily want him to want to do.
"After you fucked me, my ass hurt longer 'n my foot did. I think about that, I think about you fuckin' me so hard I can feel it fer a week after. So hard that Gareth can tell I'm still raw th' next time he bends me over a work bench." She ran a finger in circles around her clit, and whimpered. She normally lost coherency quickly, but since she'd been started on this tangent, she just kept going as she slipped her two middle fingers into herself, palm pressing against her clit. Her hands were small, she didn't know how much good it could possibly do.
"But y'never do what I expect yer gonna do," she groaned out. "An' I think tha' might be what I like." Once he caught her, it was about what he wanted to do. The limits of her own imagination ceased to be important, what she could express she wanted wasn't the limit. She would never have guessed in a million years that he'd say he liked the taste of her--did she taste good? Was that why Gareth was always licking his fingers?--or that he'd want to eat her until she begged him to stop. It would never have occurred to her to ask Gareth for something like that, and she wouldn't even begin to know how to phrase it. Even now, she was grasping for words to put to the feelings, and failing.
"It's so hard to know what t'do," she said, and she realized she was talking about more than just sex. Her world was upsidedown and backwards and incomprehensible and she no longer had any idea what the right thing to do was. It wasn't clear like it had been. She didn't know anything. "But once you have me, there ain't a choice. We jus' do whatever you want." And if she played her cards right, there was room inside what the King wanted for some of the things she wanted. Not all of them, none of the most important things, but the King had a way of making the important seem unimportant, for just a short time.
"Please," she begged, unclear on why she was begging when she hadn't been explicitly told to. "I jus' want--Fuck my throat til I can't talk so I don't have to. Fuck me til I can't walk without leanin' on you. Please. I want y'to mess me up til I can't think anymore."
Bridget flushed a bit indignantly, not appreciating being teased when she was trying to be the one doing the teasing. "That's different," she insisted. "He's the King."
Bridget tried to explain this to a lot of people, a lot of the time, and didn't understand how they couldn't get it. The King was in his own category. He did things like throw her around and hold her down and tie her to things with ropes she could break but wouldn't because he told her not to. Other people couldn't do that, even when she wanted them to, because they weren't the King, and her instincts might get the better of her and she might hurt someone. It was the same reason she only wrestled with Gareth, and got bored of her boyfriends. Surely it was the same for everyone. The King was the King.
Declan, who wasn't the King and therefore wasn't Bridget's type and only saw her chasing pumpkins during the fall festival, for instance, wouldn't know certain important things about her, things the King knew and could watch for. Things like, say, her chase instinct.
The second he took off, Bree let out a bark, too canine for a human mouth, and gave an overly violent squirm to break out of Gareth's relaxed grip. It took longer than she would have liked, and she hit the ground running, sprinting after Declan.
She didn't always give chase. But when someone was so clearly running away from her, well...
She caught up to him near the haystacks, probably because he picked up speed when he realized who was chasing him and drew his own conclusions as to why. She tackled him clean into one and then clung to him as she rolled him clear through to the other side, tousling and practically hugging him until they rolled to a stop with him on bottom. Her tail wagged furiously and excitedly, like a dog that just caught a ball.
"I caught you," she said, sounding very pleased with herself. She would be embarrassed when she wasn't drunk. She sat down on him, looking around for Gareth. "I caught him!" she called out, very pleased with herself.
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