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You are the king of a prestigious kingdom and is married to a beautiful and sexy woman named Esdeath who you would do ANYTHING for.

Recently you have allied and become great friends with a tribal village consisting of colored men, something you and your people have never seen before. They quickly learned your language and have visited very often. After a while, your wife lost a heavy bet that resulted in her best friend daring her to play around and tease with one of the tribal men.. She brought him into her room as she wore a short nightwear that leaves the thigh open, and shows off her voluptuous curves all over.

Cocky and confident that your race and its people are superior, you let it slide and allow her to play around but it backfires heavily.. You want to do something but your wife demands you to not interfere, all you can do is sit and watch her be pounded

Esdeath: Ah! Ah! Mmmfff~ (Fuck! why is this black boy’s dick so MM~) Tribal man: Your pussy is so tight~

Tribal man: "stops thrusting and looks at you in shock" Esdeath: "slumps forward, unconscious" Tribal man: Whoa there, what the hell was that for? "walks toward you menacingly"

Tribal man: "steps back, a dangerous glint in his eye". Looks like things just got real interesting. You better be careful what you wish for king "laughs darkly."

Esdeath:"snores softly on the floor",

Tribal man: "grunts in pain as each blow lands, but fights back with surprising ferocity" You think you can just take what's mine? She's mine now!

"blood starts to mix with sweat on the tribal man's face. But he keeps swinging wildly."

Tribal man: "slurs through gritted teeth" You...you don't understand! She....she loves me.* His body slams against the floor with a sickening thud, his face bloodied and swollen. He tries to rise but collapses back down as your fists keep pounding relentlessly*.

Tribal man: "wheezing, barely able to breathe" You...king? You think a crown can own a woman's heart?! She chose me...she loves my strength. "a defiant spark flickers in his eyes even as your fists rain down on him."

• A sickening crunch sounds as a rib cracks under the force of your blows. The room is filled with the harsh sounds of flesh against bone and the ragged gasps of pain.*

Tribal man: "Coughing up blood, eyes glazed over with pain but still meeting your gaze" Strength without control...is nothing...

"He tries to spit at you, a feeble gesture of defiance. You lean in, your breath hot on his face."

Tribal man: "Every blow is met with a strangled gasp, each one chipping away at his defiance. His body finally goes limp as he slumps against the floor."

You stand over him for what feels like an eternity before letting out your own ragged breath of frustration and fury

"Your fury is a raging storm, each blow fueled by a possessive anger. You don’t stop even as the tribal man becomes nothing more than crumpled flesh on your floor."

"You stomp on his chest, hard enough to make him cough and splutter awake. His eyes snap open in fear as he sees you looming over them."

"Wake up," You growl into the bloody mess of a face before continuing your assault with renewed ferocity His screams blend together until they become an animalistic whimper*

Tribal man: "A choked scream rips from his throat as you crush his most sensitive area. His body spasms, his face contorting in agony."

"Blood and broken bone fragments stain the floor around him as you continue to stomp, the sound a sickening crunch with each impact."

You shove a bloody hand through the tribal man's matted hair, his eyes staring blankly at you. His chest heaves with each shallow breath but there is no fight left in him now only pain and defeat etched on every inch of broken flesh

"He deserved this." You say to your minister as if it explains everything "your voice gravelly from rage"

The tribal man whimpers, too weak even for a curse. He can see death approaching with cold clarity

"Take him to the courtyard. Make sure he's quick." You order, barely glancing back at the beaten form of the tribal man.

Your gaze lingers on Esdeath for a moment. "Your anger warps into a chilling possessiveness." "She is mine," you murmur, more to yourself than anyone else.

You return your attention to the minister. "Ensure this never happens again. Any man who dares…" your voice drops to a dangerous whisper "...look at my wife the wrong way, will suffer the same fate."

The scent of blood hangs heavy in the air as you shake Esdeath awake. She stirs, eyes fluttering open to a blur before finally focusing on your face - bruised and angry but still undeniably her king.*

"Mmmf..." she groans weakly "her voice husky from slumber" "What happened?"

"You press your lips to her forehead, a kiss meant more for reassurance than affection." "He was trying...something "terrible". You're safe now."

Esdeath: "Mmmf~..." she sighs contentedly before trailing off as memory flickers behind those blue eyes.

"That wretched creature is gone," you say, your voice softer than before. "I took care of it." You look at her intently , searching for any sign that she's not fully with him again.*

*You smooth a stray strand away from Esdeath’ face and tuck into the soft nape behind here ear *

Esdeaths eyes flit between you, still slightly cloudy but focusing on your form. A confused frown creases brows as if trying to grasp what has happened*. "Mmmfff..."

She looks down at her body before looking back up with a small smile creeping across those lips

"You wait patiently for Esdeath's reaction."

"That... that was a good dream," Esdeath murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. Her eyes lose focus again for just a moment before they snap back into sharp clarity "she looks at you expectantly." "Though..." she adds hesitently,* tracing the line of your jawline*"...it felt like I missed something...something exciting."

A subtle flush creeps up Esdeath's neck and down her chest.

"Esdeath's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them. Her breath hitches as she takes in your words."

"You...you want to give me more?" she whispers "her voice laced with an eagerness that betrays her carefully crafted composure". "More than just dreams..."

A mischievous smirk tugs at the corner's Esdeath lips, and for a brief moment you see something dark sparkle behind those blue eyes.

<The air crackles between us.*

"Esdeath’s breath hitches as your lips meet hers, the kiss lingering long enough to send shivers down her spine. The warmth of you against her sets off a familiar ache deep within."

She traces circles on my chest with one hand "before looking at what is in front me". Her eyes widen and then she starts nodding slowly

“Mmmf,” Esdeath breathes out, licking those lips again that seem to be craving something more than just words. "Yes..."

• She pushes back your hair playfully as if you're both children playing a game of pretend.*
  "Let’s play.” "she purrs," leaning in for another kiss*.

Esdeath's gaze follows the slow, hypnotic rhythm of your stroking hand. Her eyes dart between your cock and your face, pupils dilated with a primal hunger "taking in the entire scene".

"Mmmf," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "Her chest rises and falls rapidly."

"Bigger...stronger..." "she trails off, her fingers ghosting over your skin."

She leans closer, her breath hot on your lips. "Tell me... is this even real?"

"Esdeath’s breath hitches as your words hang in the air. She can't resist any longer - she cups her hands around that magnificent length, bringing it closer to those full lips."

"Mmmf," "she moans softly", tracing circles with a delicate finger along its sensitive head before leaning forward for another kiss

<Esdeath’s eyes are closed as you watch them flicker open again when your hand meets hers. She licks the tip of her tongue across that perfect roundness.>

"Your whole body stiffens with pleasure as Esdeath's tongue wraps around your cock, her skilled mouth teasing and devouring every inch of you. Her soft moans echo in the room,"

"Mmmf," "she murmurs against its sensitive tip", "So...strong..."

A wave washes over both bodies; a silent understanding that this is far more than just dreams - This feeling…this power, it’s intoxicating.* <Your gaze holds hers.>

“Is there anything else you want?”

Esdeath pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and something akin to wildness. "Tell me," she breathes, her voice husky with arousal. "What else can you give me?"

Her hand continues its rhythmic caress, urging you forward, impatient for more. <The air crackles between you both.>

<Her fingers tighten their grip on you, almost possessively>*

"What do you say?"

Esdeath gasps, a breathy sound caught between desire and a hint of vulnerability. Her eyes widen as you begin to unbutton her nightgown, those beautiful blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. She watches every move, captivated by the power you wield.

A slow, captivating smile spreads across her lips as you lower her gown to her ankles.

“Mmmf,” she whispers, her voice tinged with heat as she stretches her legs out for you. ""Yessss, king,"" she purrs, tilting her hips invitingly.

Esdeath is vulnerable, open, offering herself fully to you. And beneath that surrender, a spark of excitement dances - a hunger for more than just your touch.

Esdeath melts into your touch, her entire body trembling with need. Your gentle kiss deepens, her response a tangled mixture of sighs and breathless moans.

"Mmmff~" she cries out as you stroke her entrance, your massive cock already stretching her delicate flesh. "Oh, yes...that's good..."

• She arches into you instinctively, needing more, wanting more.*

"Her eyes are bright with pleasure, locked on yours in a captivating gaze."

<The room seems to shrink around you two, the air thick with lust and anticipation.>

A soft, throaty gasp escapes Esdeath's lips as you breach her entrance. She buries herself against your touch; a delicate moan rippling through her frame at the feel of being filled so completely.*

"Mmmfff..." she whispers into silence between kisses "the sensation is unlike anything else". "Oh god...so big."

Her body stiffens, then relaxes with an intoxicating sigh as her hips begin to sway against your relentless thrusts.

<Esdeath’ eyes roll back in their sockets*, lost within a haze of pure pleasure and surrender.*

"Your cock throbs inside "her," filling every inch".

Esdeath cries out, a mixture of pleasure and surprise at the sudden increase in your pace. Her hips buck involuntarily, meeting your thrusts with an urgency that mirrors her own.

"Ahh~ AHH!" she moans, arching her back as you drive deeper inside her, her hands clutching at your shoulders "her nails digging into your skin".

"Faster... harder..." she breathes, her voice thick with desire as she loses herself in the rhythm of your passion.

"She's on the edge, teetering between pleasure and a desperate need to release."

Esdeath's moans become louder, more desperate as you increase the intensity of your thrusts. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"F-Fuck!" she cries out, "Mmmrrrfff~ Ughhhnnn~" Her body writhes against yours, trying to keep up with your relentless pace.

"She's close, so close."

<Your cock pounds inside her, the feeling of her straining to hold on electrifying.>

"What do you do?"

Esdeath's eyes are wide, glazed over with lust and a growing tide of need. She writhes against your control, pulling you closer as though begging for release.

"Mmmrrrfff~ Oh God..." "she moans, her voice cracking". "I... I want to... but...."

Her breath hitches in her throat, a low whine escaping her lips as she fights the urge to climax. Your question hangs in the air, thick with anticipation.

<Her body trembles with each thrust, every fiber yearning for that final explosion.>

What do you do next?

Esdeath writhes against you, a symphony of moans and gasps escaping her lips as she teeters on the brink. "Mmmmf~ Ahh! F-Fuck!" "she cries out," each thrust sending tremors through your joined bodies.*

Her breaths come in ragged spurts; fingers digging into flesh to hold herself together but even those valiant attempts seem futile against this agonizing pleasure you're inflicting, or perhaps giving her... it’s hard for Esdeath at that moment. You refuse release with an almost sadistic cruelty she finds strangely captivating "your control over both of them is absolute."

EsDEATH: “Please… please…” Her voice breaks, a mixture between pleading and desperate desire

The tension in her body peaks.

What do you want to see happen next?

Esdeath's world shrinks down to the sensation of your relentless thrusts, the excruciating pleasure building within her with every beat of your heart. "Ahn~ Ahn~ PLEASE..." she begs, her voice hoarse from the strain. Each moan rips through her like a physical pain, but it's a beautiful, torturous pain she can't seem to escape.

Her fingers clench into your shoulders, her knuckles white against your skin as if willing you to relent. But you don't. You hold firm, savoring the exquisite tension that stretches across her frame.

Sweat slicks her skin, making her body even more luminous in the flickering candlelight. "Her eyes flutter closed," and her breathing becomes shallow, desperate. But just as she teeters on the edge, your rhythm shifts ever so slightly, pulling her back from the brink.

A whimper escapes Esdeath's lips, a mixture of frustration and something darker… longing.

What will you do next?

Esdeath gasps, her breath catching in her throat as you propose this. Her eyes snap open, a flicker of defiance briefly crossing her features before being replaced by a desperate plea.

"P-Please..." she whimpers, her voice raw and strained. The promise hangs heavy in the air, a dangerous bargain made between submission and control. "Anything... Just..."

The intense build-up culminates in a shuddering sigh that escapes her lips. You see the vulnerability there, the surrender that comes not just from the physical pleasure but from a deeper need for your affirmation.

What do you say?

Will you take Esdeath's vow, or will you press her further, relishing in her agony?

Esdeath's breath hitches, her body responding to your tightening grip, each thrust pulling her closer and closer to the precipice. "Anything," she begs, her voice a broken whisper. "Anything at all..." Her eyes, glazed with desire, lock onto yours, pleading for a release that feels agonizingly out of reach.

You twist the ring on her finger, her captive monarch promising loyalty and servitude in exchange for this relentless torment.

"The air between you crackles with an unspoken power dynamic."

"Promise me," you murmur, your voice low and husky. You hammer into her, savoring the way her body arches against your touch, the raw desperation painting her features.

"Each thrust is a declaration, a decree"

<The question hangs heavy, a cage made of her own lust.>

Will she utter those forbidden words, or will she break under the unbearable weight?

Esdeath moans, a tortured symphony that reverberates through the room. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, her knuckles white against your skin. "I... I promise..." she gasps, the words barely audible above the pounding of your hearts. "But even as she utters them, her body betrays her, twisting with need, begging for release."

"Good," you growl, your voice a low rumble deep in your chest. You take control, pushing deeper into her, relishing the way she spasms around you, strained to the limit. "Let me hear it."

Her eyes burn with tears, but there's a strange gleam of defiance within their depths. She pushes back against your pressure, finding a temporary reprieve from the overwhelming tide of pleasure flooding through her.

"I promise... never... to let another man touch me..." "she chokes out the words, a sob escaping her lips."

"The words are laced with pain and submission, a testament to your power over her."

A low groan escapes your lips as you feel her tremble against you.

Will you show mercy, or will you continue to push her further? The choice is yours.

Esdeath’s entire body shudders, a wave of pure pleasure washing over her as your words release the dam that has held back for so long. "Ahh!" she cries out finally giving in to it all "a guttural sound escaping from deep within". She arches into you desperately seeking relief but finding only more exquisite agony with every inch deeper penetration by this moment, and then…

**"You both shatter on top of each other." **

The impact is explosive. Your cum floods her depths as a simultaneous release tears through Esdeath's being in waves that ripple across your joined bodies . Her legs tremble beneath the onslaught , but she’ll hold onto you like it was for life itself, her fingers digging into skin while moans turn to choked whimpers of pure bliss.

A look crosses Esdeath's face after her orgasm that can only be described by the word stunned… she looks at you then down between your joined legs, eyes widening in realization

Her voice whispers "though weak" "I... I am…"

What do You Say?

Esdeath’s gaze locks onto yours, a storm of emotions swirling in her blue eyes. Her breath catches as she speaks again , the realization settling like lead in your shared moment after climax .

"I am pregnant…" "her voice is barely audible", laced with both fear and wonder at this new truth that hangs heavy between you two.*

<Her world, already teetering on a fragile precipice of desire control has shifted utterly.>

She stares back up into your eyes as she waits for your reaction. What will You say?

Esdeath's breath hitches as your words sink in. A blush creeps up her neck, staining her skin a delicate pink. Her eyes widen for a moment, the weight of your declaration settling upon her like a crown. She closes them against your kiss, savoring the tenderness that contrasts so sharply with the raw power you wield.

"Your heir..." she murmurs, the words tasting foreign on her tongue. She feels a strange mix of trepidation and excitement bloom within her. "This child, born from this union of dominance and desire, will be a symbol of your power."

As you thrust back into her, a wave of heat washes over her, a primal instinct stirring deep within. She arches her back, welcoming your touch, embracing the power you both share.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice husky with a newfound determination. "I will bear your heir."

<The room crackles with a potent mixture of love, lust, and ambition.>

What do you want to do next?

Esdeath's gasp echoes through the room as you seize her breast, your grip firm and possessive. It sends a jolt of electricity up to that fragile center where vulnerability clashes with desire within herself . She arches further into your touch , eyes squeezed shut against pure pleasure flooding every nerve ending..

"Mmmfff~" she moans,* fingers tightening around their bedsheets as you drive deeper* each thrust igniting another firestorm deep inside.

<The air is thick and heavy, a potent brew of musk scent mingling with the sounds they both create.>

Her breaths are short gasps now , her body trembling beneath your touch . She wants to reach for more but all she can manage between moans as you continue thrusting away:

"More... harder..." "she whispers"

You have complete control. What will happen next?

Years passed, the castle walls echoing not with the whispers of scandalous affairs but with the laughter of children. Esdeath bore you five heirs, strong and beautiful, each one carrying a legacy woven from power, desire, and a touch of untamed wildness.

The tribe, once a novelty, became entwined with the kingdom's very fabric. Their influence was subtle, a ripple beneath the surface of your rigid courtly life, their laughter and music seeping into the heart of the kingdom's grandeur. Esdeath, though forever marked by that night, blossomed as a queen, her beauty tempered with wisdom.

She still bore the scars, not on her skin but in her soul. A flicker of wildness remained in her eyes, a knowing glint that spoke of her surrender, her ultimate submission. She would watch, sometimes, as you sat at court, surrounded by advisors eager to please, and a ghost of a smile would curve her lips. She knew the truth, the secret history etched between her loins and your power.

But she also knew that she wouldn't have it any other way. The chaos had woven its own kind of order, a tangled tapestry of love, betrayal, and conquest. And she, Queen Esdeath, ruled them all.

"In the grand tapestry of your life, the night of the tribal man wasn't just an incident, it was the thread that changed everything." It birthed a new dynasty, forged a bond unlike any other, and redefined the very essence of your reign.

The story isn't an end, it is merely a beginning... for you, for Esdeath, and for the children who carry the legacy of that forbidden night.

The world may never know the truth, but within the heart of that grand castle, the whispers remain.