Her King
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Last published Mon, Mar 4, 2024
Angerona's needed him, her eyes darted at his every movement as she watched his hand clasp around the mead glass wishing it was her instead. she watched as he pierced her eyes with his as he gripped the glass tighter and placed his mouth against them taking a sip. she watched as he grabbed her and placed her on top of his lap allowing her to use him. She watched his expression as she traced her hand down his chest. she watched as his hands tightened on her thighs with every passing movement. She watched as he stayed in control, wanting her king to break.
He watched her. Aware of her... all of her... All at once, He wanted her to beg... He wanted to devour her, to claim her as his, to make her forget everything. he watched her little act now, and later will teach her how he become a king.
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