Negan One-Shot Collection

The King Part 5 (Medieval AU)

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Non-con, bondage, breast milk, 69...

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Months. It had been months since he'd touched her, Queen  Gwendolyn thought to herself as she paced the bed chamber, her short  chemise flowing around her thighs, bare feet padding against the hard  wood floors.

She had never expected patience from a man like her husband. A man  that would gut another at the slightest offence without hesitation. But  he had been seemingly respectful of her healing body after giving birth  their son, Arthur over 3 months ago.

King Negan had surprised her in many ways. When she had gone into  labor, he defied convention and demanded to stay in the birthing  chamber. He would not lose another wife he had said. He bathed her brow  with wet cloths, rubbed her shoulders and back between her pains, and  endured his wife squeezing his arm so hard she broke the skin with her  nails. When his heir was placed in his arms, he smiled the first genuine  smile Gwen had ever seen. She'd never felt so happy watching him dote  on the newborn prince.

Now she felt only confusion and despair. She missed his touch. Gwen's  thoughts started to betray her. Had he gotten his heir and had no more  use for her? Was he no longer attracted to her body and the changes it  had gone through? Her belly no longer as taught. Hips wider. Breasts  heavier. Had he found another woman to meet his needs?

She had tried to provoke him. Rubbing her breasts against his arm in  passing. Whispering innuendos into his ear at dinner. He would not rise  to her provocations. She'd even undressed and climbed into bed with him,  only to have him kiss her forehead, pull away, and wish her good night.  She had awaken on more than one occasion to find him gone in the middle  of the night. Once catching him pleasuring himself in the privy  chamber. She would endure this humiliation no more.

It had been ridiculously easy to gain the items she needed for her  plan. She spoke to the healer, complaining of sleepless nights. He'd  been only too eager to give her a sleeping draught. The ropes she needed  were unkowingly provided by her husband and readily available in their  room. He would finally be at her mercy. All she had to do was wait.

She didn't have to wait long. The heavy wooden door swung open. Loud  booted footsteps resounded in the silence behind her, heralding the  entrance of her husband.

"You should be in bed," he said gruffly. Negan reached for his decanter of wine and poured the dark red liquid in his goblet.

A slow smirk teased the corners of Gwen's lips as she watched her  husband drink heartily and pour himself another tainted nightcap.

"I'm not tired." She closed the distance between them and laid a hand on his broad shoulder.

"You need your rest, wife." He rose and left her as he entered the privy chamber.

Rest was the last thing she needed. What she needed was to be fucked  into oblivion. Tonight she would take matters into her own hands.

She climbed into bed with a book. A few minutes later Negan joined  her dressed only in his braies. It took but a few minutes for him to  fall asleep. She waited until she heard the soft snore of deep slumber  pass his lips before she put her plan in action.

Working the silk rope into knots around the bedpost, she tied his  wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. She took a few moments  to admire him. His body relaxed as she ran her hands over him, through  his chest hair, slowly examining every scar across his chest. She was  rarely able to study him at her leisure. He always needed to be in  control, never showing any vulnerability. But he was hers now. Hers to  toy with. Hers to tease. Hers to take.