King Crossover and Mistress Medea were in bed, naked, heavily breathing. The sheets were tangled around them like the aftermath of a passionate fight.
"That was something." King Crossover gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I don't think I've ever felt that... alive."
"Well, my dear husband. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Especially my huge boobies," Mistress Medea purred, running her fingers through his chest hair. "They're not just for show, you know. They're quite sensitive, especially when I suck on them." She leaned in and gently bit his nipple, causing him to arch his back in response.
"Well, I got my thing on your melons," King Crossover still a bit nervous but chuckled a little. "I can't help it. They're just so... massive and soft."
Meanwhile, his knights saw Queen Sith. "Oh dear god no, it's that evil queen again!" one of them exclaimed, drawing their sword. The other knights quickly drew their weapons as well,
"Where is King Crossover?" Queen Sith demanded, her eyes darting around the throne room. "I must find him!"
"We're not telling you, bitch! You can't have him!" one of the knights shouted defiantly, brandishing his sword.
The wicked queen quickly snatched the knight's neck and strangled him hard, his face turning purple as he struggled for air. The other knights were shocked into submission, their weapons clattering to the floor as they cowered in fear.
"Where is he?" Queen Sith hissed, her voice cold and menacing as she glanced around the throne room, her eyes narrowing in determination. "I will find him, and I will have my revenge!"
One of the knights managed to save the strangled one by knocking Queen Sith off-balance. They fought fiercely against the wicked queen and her minions, but were vastly outnumbered. The sounds of clashing steel and shattering stone filled the throne room as the battle raged on.
"What is going on?!" King Crossover shouted as he rushed out of the bedroom, completely naked and still rather aroused. He spotted Queen Sith in the midst of battle, "Oh no, it's her." Mistress Medea quickly followed behind him, still adjusting her clothes. "You stay here and guard the exit, my love," she told the king, before running towards the melee with a wicked grin on her face.
"Hey, Sith! You leave him alone or else!" Mistress Medea shouted.
"Or else what?!" Queen Sith sneered, spinning around to face Mistress Medea, her black eyes burning with anger. "You think you can stop me with your pathetic little tricks? You're nothing but a foolish woman who doesn't understand the power that I hold!"
Mistress Medea slices Queen Sith's chest with her own knife, causing her to stumble back in pain. "You call me pathetic? You're the one who's pathetic, attacking someone who hasn't harmed you! You're no queen, you're just a jealous, power-hungry bitch!" she spits venomously. King Crossover watches, impressed but also slightly concerned for his wife's safety, as she fights the wicked queen and her minions.
"God damn it, woman!" Queen Sith shouted, her anger boiling over. "You will pay for that insult!"
"Go on, retreat. You're no match for me," Mistress Medea taunted.
Queen Sith and her army retreated to another castle, gathering their strength and preparing for another assault.
"Wow, you're more than a seductive woman, you're a real fighter!" King Crossover exclaimed as he helped Mistress Medea catch her breath. She smiled gratefully at him, her chest still heaving. "You truly are the best husband a woman could ask for," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "Wanna do round 2?" she whispered into his ear suggestively. "There's another woman who wants to be your husband as well."
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The Story of The Crossover Verse (+ side stories)
FantasíaThe story may be a fantasy, but in reality, it's also a lustful one.
