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"My king, the princess has accepted your offer, and will be arriving within the week." You offer the letter to him, which he snatches from your hand, leaving you in a bow as he reaffirms the contents of the acceptance letter.
He hums, thumb stroking his chin, before chuckling, "Thank you, my dear, now rise..." You stand up again, and he continues, "You may resume your regular duties."
"Of course sire."
In truth you haven't been a maid for more than a few weeks, rather he had chosen you from a sale some time ago and decided he would make you one after his last disobeyed him. The rumors you hear of what he did to her... They're scary, but not nearly as frightening as his face.
For a King that's gone mad, he's not unpleasant to look at, even with the things you hear he's done. A faint sigh leaves you as you stand by his side, long since finished with your work and since requested to stay by should he come up with anything for you.
Noticing your noise, he asks idly, "What troubles you?" He's leaning back on his throne, staff barely held up by his leg as he holds up his head with his hand, bored as ever.
"Nothing sire, I was simply reaffirming my existence to you."
"No need, I'd never forget where you are."
Your face flushes at that, moving on your heels to replant yourself in your place, "That eases me greatly, sire."
Ghestsis chuckles in a mocking tone, "Of course it does."
Different envoys arrive in the throne room throughout the day, seeking counsel, and advice, to plan certain events and even to just ask how he's feeling... Of which, that last bit always has him banging his staff on the ground hard enough to shake the entire floor and scare the foreign courier away.
"Bah, they don't understand it at all..." He laments as you bring back a fresh glass of water, his latest missionary having finished up only moments before, and leaving him alone with you once more.
Giving a small bow as you serve him, you see his lips quirk into a smile as he lifts up the glass and downs it all in one go. "Ahhh..." Smacking his lips, he gives the glass back to you, watching as you set it back on your tray and begin to make your way to return to the kitchen.
His staff is directly in front of your feet, so you attempt to step over it— only to have him stand up and accidentally- you hope- move it directly to your ankles, causing you to fall forward. Your reaction is quick enough to lurch forward and grab the glass, clapping it between your hands, but in doing so you're unable to use your hands to stop or even cushion your fall.
The entire front of your body makes contact with the floor, knocking the air out of you, but you hold up the glass above your head regardless, refusing to let it go.
As you groan in pain, you don't even notice that your dress has fallen in such a manner to expose your backside to the world, rolling over just in time to look up at Ghestsis as he looks down at you.
"Well, that was dramatic."
He crouches down to help you up, and you apologize, insisting that you can do it yourself, but he scolds you, "It's only right I take care of my favorite maid, stop fussing."
Favorite ... You're his favorite... It feels so demeaning, yet also like an honor; he favors you out of all the maids, and you feel good just thinking about that.
His hands are shockingly gentle as he helps you up, and you quickly turn to hide your blush as you resume your trek back to the kitchen. With a grin you can hear, he calls out to you as you go, "Take care to fix your dress now dear, unless you want everyone in the castle to see those cute satin panties of yours~!"
The moment you're out of the room, you're fixing your dress and fanning your face, hating that you're reacting in such a way to a tyrant, but you can't help it.
Ghetsis is such a big imposing man, you always feel so small next to him, and he can easily manhandle you better than any knight... Yet his sour personality softens when you're with him, he treats you kindly even if he plays cruel tricks and pranks on you for his entertainment.
You're his favorite , it's only natural that he'd want you always at his side... and you like it.
As you return to the throne room, you take care to make sure your dress is fully straightened once again, gently knocking on the grand marble doors, "You may come in."
Wiping your sweaty hands on your apron, you enter and keep yourself low-key as you return to his side.
Ghetsis is once again in his chair, leaning back and looking bored now that his usual daytime duties are over. Actually, that's not quite correct, you heard from one of the dukes that a convoy is to arrive tonight to prepare for the engagement ball of N and the princess of that small kingdom...
His fingers are snapped, successfully gaining your attention as his hand motions for you to stand in front of him. You do so without complaint, polite as ever even as he stares directly at you.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Nothing, I just wish to admire you for a moment."
Keeping your hands still, you turn as he signals with his finger to, giving a small twirl that has you only looking away for a moment, yet he grabs onto you before you can complete the spin. Large arms wrap around your stomach from behind and you're pulled directly onto the throne- onto his lap!
Gasping, you squirm in his grip, voice incredulous- "S-sire! This is highly inappropriate, should someone enter—"
Your King growls, warning you to quiet down, and so you gulp down your fears and relax on his lap. His arms loosen from around you so his hands can wander, exploring the dress he had custom-made for you just last week.
"You look so nice in this, I'm pleased..."
Holding in a pathetic whimper, you cast your gaze anywhere but his hands traveling down your body, squeezing your side and curiously feeling you up until one of his large palms comes upon your breast.
You suck in a breath, and he chuckles, "Still so sensitive? Even after all these times... Another reason why you're my favorite," his lips find your ear and he kisses your skin, groaning lowly, "Now then, beg for me to touch you some more, my dear."
Underneath your thighs, you can feel his throbbing length, trapped beneath his slacks and pressing against the fabric, craving friction... It's arousing to you; a powerful man wants you to beg for him, who are you to deny that? To do so would be to deny your own desires, and you've had enough of that in the past, maybe this time he'll finally fulfill you entirely.
A voice tinged with shameless desire, you swallow your gathering saliva and beg, "Please touch me more, master... I really do need you."
"Good girl, you always know what to say to get me all excited, don't you?" You nod weakly, and his other hand comes up to your face, offering you a finger to suck on as his other hand begins to roughly fondle your breast.
The sensation is never not strange, especially when he does it through your dress, but he grabs onto your nipple with his thumb and forefinger and rolls it, even with the thin fabric separating his fingers from the perky bud.
You shudder at it all, gently licking his middle finger and allowing him to push it further into your mouth, roughly playing with your tongue before slowing down to focus on playing with your breast once again.
This sort of teasing is common, and you feel him move his legs directly under yours so he can spread your thighs open wide, you twinge at the feeling, and he delights in your reaction, "Now now, we've been over this... My darling is much too small, we need to work you open more before you take your King's cock, alright?"
You should consider it a mercy that he has yet to insert his cock into you, you've seen and felt it in your hands before, his size is so monstrous... Thick and girthy, you couldn't even get him halfway into your mouth before your jaw almost locked up. At the time, he let you simply lick and stroke him to completion instead, his cum filling your mouth and covering your face in equal measure.
Ghetsis is a monster of a man, in every single way.
Because you're his favorite though, he's played very nice, as the next time he called you for a favor, he asked you to use your chest to please him. Even when you fumbled and began to cry over your inexperience, he insisted you were doing just fine, but he did have another idea...
You ended up underneath him with him straddling your body so he could put his cock right between your breasts and thrust himself between them. After he came all over your chest and face, he even let you cum from his fingers, and though you sobbed in overstimulation due to the size of his digits alone, he was happy nonetheless that you let him manhandle you so thoroughly.
All that led to the time before this, in which during his royal bath... He bent you over the tub and fucked himself between your thighs, keeping your legs closed with his strong grip and taking care to stroke your clit until you came above him again and again... You ended up so exhausted that he had to bathe you, instead of the other way around, and so, you're indebted to him now.
Right now though, your core feels so empty, and having him play with your chest so softly has you wanting for more rough treatment, like before.
It's his fault you're like this, you're a touch-starved mess, only allowed to interact with him and serve him at all times of the day. Every other maid has other assignments around the castle, but you are always kept at his side, ready to be toyed with until he's satisfied.
A particular rough pull on your nipple has you squirming, so he takes his finger from your mouth and places it on your other breast, so he can fondle them both at once.
"Goodness, you're so worked up... I can feel the wetness from your panties dripping onto my pants."
"I'm s-sorry my lord, I'll take care to- to make sure they are washed."
His deep hum rings in your ear, "Mmm, I didn't say I dislike it... Your pretty pussy is all wet just for me, it's almost like you want something..."
Must you do more begging? You must. "I do want- I want you, master, I want you inside me!"
"Inside you, huh? You'll have to make do with my fingers again, we'll see if you can fit three this time..."
Three?! You could barely fit two the last time, if he even tries, you may very well break in two!
You don't voice that concern, nodding your head until he adjusts himself underneath you, bringing his hands to the end of your frilly dress so he can lift the skirt up past your hips. It gives him perfect access to your panties, and with his legs holding yours open, you can't even attempt to hide your shame.
"Ah- Ghetsis-" you moan, and he moves his head to your shoulder so he can look down your body and watch his hands stroke your thighs.
"These are so soft... So plush... I really enjoyed last time, you know? Your body is so heavenly... I don't think I've ever cum that much before, and seeing you with it all over your skin- oh that was the greatest reward I could've ever seen!" His hands grip your thighs and squeeze the flesh there, you worry that he will bruise you again, but he quickly moves onto your panties.
"Let's get these out of the way, yes?"
All it takes is one finger under the side of the band for the garment to be ripped off of your body, the harsh sting of fabric causing you to whine, but he just kisses your cheek to shush you.
"I'll have more made for you... Maybe even some with a hole for easy access, you know?" His low laugh echoes in your mind, "Though if you trip again, then everyone will see your dripping cunt, and we don't want that, now do we?"
All you can do is keen, skin feeling alight with every touch as his fingers wander up your thighs- you jolt as he smacks the tender flesh of your inner leg and he chuckles so deeply that you can feel the rumble of it inside your very core.
"Mm, such a perfect maid, I'm so lucky to have a doll like you servicing me, you pathetic little thing..."
Why are you so weak? Were you always this way, or have you grown so comfortable in this life that you no longer feel the need to be strong...? Does that even matter when you have a powerful man exploring your wet folds and groaning so loudly in your ear that you feel yourself clenching around nothing?
"So desperate for me... Be patient now, I don't want to break you just yet... Just a little longer..."
Holding back a whine, you bring your hand up to keep your mouth closed as he finds your clit, casually rubbing it for a moment before situating his lower palm right below your navel. At his moments hesitation, you squirm, and he seems to revel in it, inhaling deeply before using his two fingers to spread you wide open.
Your breath catches in your throat when he lifts up his left hand and shows his fingers to you, "Three this time, that's how many you'll take, and if you don't cry too much, we'll see about my cock..."
Nodding eagerly, you bite on your lip as he teasingly lowers his hand, his fingers brushing against any available skin as he gathers up the wetness from your cunt and spreads it around. It's purposefully drawn out so you'll beg more, you know that, and so you indulge him.
"Please, master?"
He smiles against your ear, huffing, "Good girl, you always get me going with that, and you know it too, don't you?"
You do, you can feel his hard cock against your lower back, large and imposing and definitely much too big for you, but you don't care anymore. Anything for Ghetsis, your King and the ruler of your life...
His finger prods at your entrance, gathering up the slick there and spreading it around, despite his fighting nature, it seems even he doesn't wish to ruin you to the point of breakage. You're glad for it, yet that deep primal part of you wants him to do it anyway, you don't care if he breaks you, as long as it's him you'll be happy.
Behind you, his grin widens, something you're holy unaware of till his arm wraps around your waist and lifts you up just enough for his slick-covered fingers to undo his pants. The action leaves you stunned, and you're caught off guard by the fact that he's pulling out his cock after all- but his fingers — there isn't a chance to question him, his strength is too much for you to even try.
Mind racing, your breath quickens as he moves you on top of him, keeping you facing away from him as he lines up your hips with his own, pulling you away so he can press the head of his dick right against your pussy lips.
"I know you, pet, you don't want my fingers anymore, you're so greedy, you want your King's cock, even if it kills you."
No, he isn't supposed to know that, you're supposed to be a good maid, only wanting what he wants, why couldn't you just be happy with him fingering you again?
He's right, he knows he's right too, and that is the most frightening thing about him.
"N... no, master..." Feeling him so close to you, pressing the hot fat head of his cock right on you, threatening to enter you yet promising you that he'll fulfill your every wanton desire, it's numbing your sensibility of the situation.
Both of his hands stay firmly on your hips, keeping you held up and ready to be fucked, but his grip tightens as he growls to you, "Don't deny me, tell your King what you want and I'll fill you up nice and good. Now."
Panting, you whine softly at the dominating tone to his voice, lowering your head to admit to him, "I want to be ruined..."
"Louder now, I can't hear your desperation if you're gonna be all shy."
Light tears fall from your eyes, feeling truly ashamed to say it but your lust is winning out over your logic. Lifting up your head, you turn towards him as best as you can and confess, "I want to be ruined by my King! I want him to make me his and only his! I can't think anymore, I just want to—!!'
You're cut off with only one motion, his hands pulling you down to sit on his lap, even as his length pushes into you fast enough to have your entire mind go blank.
"Fuuuuuck..." He lulls as you go limp for a moment, mouth open in a silent scream as your body squeezes him, "You came just from me going inside? Should've done this sooner then- should've done it first thing , but being patient is good too... So sweet and obedient, such a good pretty little maid to me... Taking my cock like it's your only purpose!"
It's stunning, amazing, you can't form even one coherent thought, yet you're so lucky he doesn't move as you adjust to him, his size and girth and length- it's all so much, so big, just like him, you really came around him just like that! That easily? That much?
You were already so wet already, and now you feel soaked, and his thick dick is keeping you in place as your hands try to find purchase on his thighs. You need to ground yourself, you're going to pass out if you don't, the pleasure and the pain, it's all mixing together, and as the strength of your orgasm fades away all you can feel is the throbbing inside you.
You want more. You need more . Need to be broken and ruined and utterly destroyed. Something is wrong with you, and only he can fix it, your King, your Ghetsis...
With you in a more stable position, he takes one hand from your hip and uses it to fix the front of your dress, before snaking it up to your neck, pressing two fingers against your throat until you finally come back to reality and mewl in distress.
"There there, you're not broken yet, your cunt is so fucking tight though- only for me, understand?"
It's easier to nod than to speak, and he seems to accept this for once, skillfully pulling your back to his chest so he can grab onto your jaw and twist your head into a kiss, deep and passionate- he doesn't give you a moment's reprieve.
You realize that he's distracting you from your connected sex, allowing you to adjust to him a bit more, and your heart pangs from the notion that perhaps he does care about your well-being to an extent. Big bad King Ghetsis, cruel and heartless, yet he's spent so long with you, training you to take his cock so he can indulge himself, and you.
When he pulls his lips away, you try to follow him, so he wraps his hand around your neck to stop you, "Don't get too greedy now, you're gonna end up spoiled if I let you get everything you want when you want it."
"Mmm... Ghetsis..."
"There we go, say my name as much as you need, just hearing your pathetic voice like this- fuck, I'm gonna become addicted to your pussy." His grip around your throat tightens, threatening to cut off your flow even as you desperately pant for breath, "You're mine, my little maid, perfect for me and only for me, your only purpose is taking my cock and pleasing me with your body, understood?"
Weakly, you affirm, "Y-yes... Master Ghetsis..."
"Good girl, now then, let's get this started now? My poor little maid was so desperate for her Master's cock, she forgot how small she is, and how big her Master is, now she's going to be fucked silly, and be so happy about it too... Isn't that right?"
"Yes, please!"
Ghetsis chuckles, moving his hand back down to your hip, your maid dress feels so stuffy to be in, you want to feel his skin directly on yours, but you don't dare to ask him to take it off. Surely he has a reason, you'll be good, you want more... You'll do anything .
"Right on time."
Your blood goes cold as a knock is heard at the large chamber doors, his hand checking that your dress is fixed at the front to cover your sex before he removes his hands from you entirely to return them to his throne.
Panicking, your eyes are blown wide as you try to look back at him, but he just smirks and opens his mouth, calling out loud enough for whoever is at the door to hear, "You may enter."
No no no no no - the door opens anyway, slowly revealing a sharply dressed man that you've seen before.
"Colress, good to see you, I assume you have that report about the wedding I asked for?"
You can't help it, your face is so warm, you can't even look in the direction of the man, even if he can't see where you are Ghetsis are connected, surely he can smell it, the entire room smells like sex already… and yet the man approaches with no change in demeanor, standing just at the bottom of the stairs leading to the throne.
"Of course sire, would you like me to go over them now?"
Say no, please send him way, please Ghetsis please, you can't take this for much longer, you want him now - "Of course."
His voice is steady, he doesn't seem to be affected by this at all, yet you're barely able to contain your own noises, your hands holding onto his pants so tightly that you worry you may very well tear them. Biting on your lip, keeping your eyes closed, you try to focus on anything except for the heat inside you, massive and intimidating, it threatens to consume you, and that's all you want.
Why is he doing this, why would he let the other man inside , you're definitely not acting normal, and you're sitting on your King's lap with his cock inside you, it's so inappropriate…
You shouldn't be turned on by this. Shouldn't be, yet it's exciting, thrilling even, when he adjusts his hips even the tiniest bit, you feel a ripple of pleasure down your spine, so cruel yet so satisfying .
All your shame is fading away, you should apologize to Colress and excuse yourself, you should be proper and show him out the door, anything to get Ghetsis moving, you can't take it, you're going to do something yourself, even if it gets you into trouble…!
Forcing your eyes shut, you try to focus on other things as the report is related out, it's just a harvest and some financials about the wedding, along with the expected yield for the ball for the prince's engagement, nothing too out of the ordinary.
His large hand pats on your thigh, speaking quietly, "Pay attention, Colress is my most trusted advisor, you know."
Your eyes open up, revealing that the man is now walking away, escorting himself outside without a single question, and closing the massive door behind him.
It leaves you once again in the quiet throne room, and you waste no time in whining your desperation to Ghetsis, "I'm not a cockwarmer…"
"Oh, but you are, keeping me nice and snug in there, I could feel your body trying to suck me in more, I'm already hilted, can't you feel it?" Almost gently, he grabs your hand from his leg and lifts it up to your dress, pushing it under and then moving it to your stomach.
Right above your womb, there's a bulge, and it quickly sends a quick zap of pleasure rolling down your body at the realization of how deep inside you he is. No one else could ever possibly touch you like this, you can't- you don't want to ever have him pull out!
With no one around, you resume pleading wildly, your shame is overpowered by your lust for him, inhibition lost with the heat of his throbbing length inside you, "I'm… going to be with child at this rate…!"
"Oh? Why do you sound so happy saying that? Is that what you want? Getting pregnant by your King? Don't you know how many women would love to be in your position now, prime and ripe for my royal heir?"
You're so lucky that he's chosen you, you're his favorite, you can do it, "Please… Master, please my King… I can't…"
Chuckling darkly, your dress is grabbed right at the back by his large hand and torn right down the middle, allowing him to simply pull it off of your front and leaving you entirely naked on top of him. The cool air mixing with your warm skin is striking, but you forget about it as he grabs onto your hips with enough force to bruise.
Strong and imposing, he keeps you connected to him as he stands up and carefully turns around, watching as your hands scramble for purchase on the throne he was just sitting on.
In reality, the only thing keeping you up is his grip, and it's insane to you how well he manages it, once he sees your hands make contact with the seat of his throne though, he acts faster than you can think.
"Good girl, it's time to reward us both now~"
No time to let out even a single word, he slowly pulls you off of him and then thrusts himself back inside much too quickly, delighting in the scratched moan forcing its way out of your throat at the action, chuckling as he starts a maddening leisure rhythm to his hips. Every single one is accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your clit with the force of his thrust, and it causes a jolt of pleasure up your spine every single time.
You're basically being used like a doll, yet you're the one whose body is accepting him, asking for more and more, "Ghetsis!"
He doesn't stop his slow pace, "Yes, darling?"
Trying your best to turn to look at him even as your legs try in vain to connect to the ground, you whine out, "M-more! Please! I'm a… hah-ah… g-good girl, my King- please!"
Cruelly, he leans forward, pressing his fully clothed chest against your bare back so you can feel the heat emanating off of him, "Surely you'd break then… you hardly fit me even now, if I go any faster, I'll tear you apart, ruin you for any other man… your little cunt will become fitted to my cock, and I may very well only be able to satisfy myself with you from now on…"
It's tantalizing, every word has you hooked and is delivering punch after punch to your sensibility, but you like being roughed up by Ghetsis, you like it when he hurts you, it's the best!
He emphasizes his point with a particularly hard thrust that leaves stars in your vision and has you clawing at the fabric of the throne, "Y-yes! Please! I want that- all of it! Please my Lord, I beg of you, make me yours forever!" You sob weakly at the end, tears threatening to spill as he seemingly takes a moment to think things over, leaving your body shaking in anticipation of his answer.
"Very well, since my favorite maid asked me so nicely…"
His grip on your hips tightens, his body separating from yours in a slow motion once again that causes a wracked sob to tear from your throat, before he thrusts in- and then pulls back out just as quickly, the pace he sets it brushing but it strokes everything inside you so wonderfully that you can't stop any noises that leave you.
Fuck, you really are being ruined, your only thoughts are of how to fulfill him, how best to please his cock, everything inside your head is just him, he's inside you overtaking everything, claiming every inch of you as his own.
"This was… well worth the wait, my pet, hearing those pleading cries of yours is truly maddening!"
You can't even word a reply in your mind, moaning as he pounds into you with such vigor and power that your entire brain feels abuzz with pleasure.
The only thing keeping you from utterly falling right now is his hands, they keep your hips up to him so he can fuck you just like the whore you are, and you really are, just for him, just for your King.
A harsh stroke in the right spot sends your head tilting back with a pathetic yelp, "Oh- fuck!" Which gains his attention for a moment.
"That's new, did I hit that delicate part inside you? Right here?" Repeating the motion, he's delighted by the groan of bliss tearing itself from your strained throat.
"G-ghetsis!"
"Now now, we ought to explore this a bit more, maybe it'll help you accept me better…"
It's the only warning you get for his next action, as he pushes you closer to the throne to the point that your face is against the back of it. It allows you to keep yourself up with less strain on your arms, but you also can't move your head much anymore, so you can't see him at all.
Really you can only feel what he's going to do, and he seemingly takes great pleasure in that, "Your body loves me, it's squeezing me so wildly, hah- don't tell me I'm the first man you've been with?"
In that distant daydream of yesterday, you had hoped he would never ask something like that, a good maid should have experience in everything to make their Master happy, but you're not- you're inferior to many other maids in that way.
On an emotional high, you quickly start crying, earning a moment's reprieve as he leans forward and uses his strength advantage against you to take one of his hands to your neck and turn you to the side his face is on, all so he can kiss you deeply.
It's enough to get you to calm down, eagerly seeking out his mouth and gratefully accepting his tongue when he prods it at your lips, you even suck on it for good measure and you can feel his laugh on his lips. Pulling back slightly, his warm breath fans over your face, "Such a tease… you look so good when you're a mess like this, but I need you to focus right now, focus on my dick inside you and nothing else, alright? That's what a good maid does."
That's what a good maid does.
Whining, you nod and he smiles, your stomach fluttering at the expression while he resumes his abuse of your walls around him, his pace picks up to the same as before, but he does his best to intersperse thrusts right against that hypersensitive spot to always keep you on edge.
Everything building inside you is burning, your thoughts are on him and him alone, the way his length enters you and strokes your desires, the way his balls hit your clit and how he takes his second hand from your neck and trails it along your back before circling to your front- you have half a mind to wonder what he's doing before his fingers find that sweet bundle of nerves and absolutely go to town with it.
The loud moan from you is revealed right as he grunts pridefully, "Now you're really squeezing me…! Fuck you feel even tighter— I should've done this sooner!"
No, now is a perfect time, your eyes are rolling back into your head as your throat tightens, the only thing leaving you alongside all the panting and keening being a small whimper of, "Cumminggggg~" before the knot inside your stomach bursts with pure pleasure.
It's an amazing feeling, you feel so high and fucked out and Ghetsis scolds you only lightly, "Fucking- fuck this tight cunt is drawing me in- fine! I'll give you what you want, I'll fill you up nice and full, you really will get pregnant with my sperm, ah- fuck- a little half-royal spawn to be a backup in case N fails me, that right? That's what you want?"
Nothing registers to your cum addled brain, you just want him to fill you up, so you nod, much to his amusement, his thrusts turning short and striking as his hand returns to your hips, "Get pregnant then- bitch, you're my bitch of a maid, gettin' pregnant without a ring on your finger!" Holding onto you tightly, he suddenly pulls you onto him fully, removing your stability from the throne so he can lift up your legs and hold onto your thighs instead.
Fucking into you in a new position, you raise up your arms to hold onto his neck, eyes open wide in shock, and he puts his face right into your shoulder so he can look down at your conjoined bodies and watch the bulge in your womb expand with his cum, his own groan of pleasure filling your ears as he growls and pumps his hips up more, using your body to drain himself of every drop of semen.
Even when his cock softens and slips out of you, your breathless whine alerting him to your predicament- he still pants directly into your ear, "Good girl, fuck… you're the best maid I've ever had, lettin' me violate you like this, lettin' me get you pregnant, and you're happy about it, aren't you? Such a good girl…"
Almost gently, he adjusts you to face him, his hands moving to your lower back to hold you as his mouth comes to yours again, noisy kisses greeting you as he dominates your lips and takes your breath away.
His mouth is all that matters right now, making him happy and content is your only goal, you love Ghetsis with all you have.
Lips parting, he nips at yours before smiling that sinister smile of his, "From now on, I'll be sure to breed you every night… Just in case, you know?"
Exhausted, all you can do is nod and feebly clutch onto him as he adjusts you enough to fix his slacks and then hold you as one would a bride.
"Would you be interested in being my wife once N is married to that little princess? He can rule that pathetic Kingdom, while you and I will stay here with the entire place to ourselves… sounds good?"
Eyes wide, you're not sure of all the implications of that, but you can't find it inside yourself to care when you're still so full of him deep inside you.
In reality, you're sure you'd agree to anything right now just to make him happy, and so you do, "Yes. I can't wait…!"
"Good girl."