Pleasure Wife.
"You're mine to use as I please. You'll live here, with me, and you'll be well taken care of, I can assure you. But," he brought his hand up to the side of my neck, his thumb trailing over my throat. "You'll also be a beautiful body for me to fuck, and touch, and lick."
I swallowed, unable to move. Against my will, I began to feel a heat between my legs at his words. He moved behind me and brushed my hair from my neck. He kissed the skin under my ear, softly pressing his lips against me. I shuddered under his touch.
"That throne," he whispered, his hands running from my arms to my waist. I could feel the warmth of him through my dress. "That throne is where I'll sit and you'll suck my cock while my guards watch."
A moan escapes my lips, part terror and part excitement. I feel his smile against my neck and then, abruptly, he releases me.
"Get her ready for my chamber," he barks at the guards.
"No, please," I whimper, the reality of the situation rushing over me, but two guards grab my upper arm and start pulling me through to another room.
For the next hour, servants bathe and dress me, washing sweet-scented soaps over my skin and bringing me a fresh dress. This one isn't much better than the last -- two strips of sheer cloth over my breasts and a long skirt with slits up to my waist. At some point, I ask where my underwear is but the servant just gives me a half-sympathetic look and I realise how ridiculous the question is, swallowing hard.
None of the guards look at me as they walk me to the King's chamber and I begin to realise why; I belong to the King now.
Elric's chamber is as grand as I expected, with an intimidatingly large four-poster bed standing proudly in the centre. Elric is pouring himself a whiskey as the guards leave us alone.
"Well," he says, eyes roaming. I fight the urge to cover myself. "Don't you look magnificent."
"My King," I curtsy obediently. He takes a sip of whiskey, considering me for a moment.
"On your knees," he commands. Fear stabs at me but I so what he says, slowly lowering myself to the ground. My breathe quickens.
He stalks over and tips my face up by the chin as tears well in my eyes. He quickly unbuttons himself and frees his bulge. I begin to shake, seeing the size of his girth.
"Open your mouth," he commands, voice level. I obey and the first tear slides down my cheek.
With one hand on the back of my head, he pushes himself past my lips. I can taste pre-cum and clamp my lips around his shaft in an effort to stop him going any further but this only encourages him. He draws back before sliding in again, deeper this time. The head of his cock reaches my throat and I gag. This doesn't seem to bother him and he begins to pick up speed.
I barely move my head and his hands keep me steady, instead he thrusts his hips as though my mouth is just a hole for him. Which it is, I realise. All of me is just a hole for his pleasure.
To my horror, I feel myself getting wet. I'm kneeling with my knees together but there's a stickiness between my thighs that is apparent. I look up at the King with watery eyes and he looks back down at me and moans.
He pulls my head back, freeing his cock and I'm temporarily relieved until I see the glint in his eye. He begins to stroke himself and, hand still in my hair, he directs my face to his balls.
Dutifully, I take one into my mouth and began to suck gently. He gives a small groan so I apply more pressure until he throws his head back.
"Yes," he gasps, and grips my hair harder. "Good whore."
The humiliation of his words and the situation I'm in feels like a slap in the face; on my knees, barely clothes and sucking the Kings balls for his complete pleasure and no regard for my own. He pulls me back and re-directs me to his cock. The movement sends jolts of pain and pleasure shoot through me and he buries himself deep into the back of my throat. Seeing my chance, I push through the gagging and use my tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. He grips me harder and shudders as thick ropes of cum stream down my throat.
"Fuck," he half-moans, half-sighs, his cock still buried in my mouth, forcing me to swallow. Eventually, he releases me, his flaccid member sliding past my lips. After a few breaths, he tucks himself back into his trousers and buttons up. He leans down and I almost think he's going to help me up when he instead places a hand around my neck. He applies enough force to pull me up to my feet without choking me, his fingers pressing into the side of my neck. I look at him, eyes streaming, the mascara applied carefully by the servants now running down my cheeks. I catch a glace of my reflection in the large mirror next to the bed and see my lipstick smeared across my mouth.
"Amelia," King Elric says, voice almost slurring. To my surprise, he puts his lips on mine.
He kisses me deeply but not roughly. His hand remains around my neck, a show that he is still dominant despite this show of affection. His tongue brushes over mine.
"Did you like that?" he asks after we eventually break apart. "Having my cock in your mouth?"
I look up at him as he towers over me.
"It doesn't matter if I liked it, my King," I say. "I am only here to serve at your pleasure."
He stares at me, smiling, before brushing another kiss over my lips.
"That's right."
