The King and I
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Rating: M (PWP, smut, slash, language, the norm)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Summary: Saix is the king and Demyx is his new toy. 9/7
Author's Note: Short and simple. Maybe too short for some people, but I have to get ready for bed since I have school tomorrow and brainstorm for a 9/8 lemon for tomorrow. And my eyes are burning from scaring at the screen for so long... O.O
Anyway, enjoy the smut!
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"Here's the newest one, my Lord," the person holding his arm said, and then pushed him down to his knees.
"Thank you. You can leave."
The man bowed and turned to exit the huge room.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Demyx," the blue-eyed boy looked up, then looked down at his dirty clothes and shackled wrists.
"Interesting name..."
The prisoner looked up again to meet pretty golden eyes, looking at him with a critical gaze.
"Do you know who I am?" the man asked.
"Uh... no. I don't even know where the hell I am."
The man chuckled and lifted his chin with a finger.
"I'm King Saix, and you are my new toy."
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"Hey! W-wait a second! What the hell are you doing?!"
The king chuckled that deep chuckle and tossed him on the large silky bed.
"What does it look like? I'm playing with my toy."
"I'm not a t-- ahh!" Demyx started to retort but was cut off when a hand grabbed his groin.
"You're a feisty one. Just relax and enjoy it..."
The slave whimpered as the man's hands touched and caressed him all over. His rags were torn away from his body and tossed away. Hands were replaced with a skilled tongue and teeth.
Then he found himself moaning and enjoying all the sensations. And he found himself wanting to be taken.
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Slick fingers had teased his opening into relaxing, and he was mewling like a hungry kitten. He had never wanted anyone so bad, but his Lord was so gorgeous and skilled at exciting his body that all he wanted was to be fucked.
"Please... please fuck me!" he groaned.
"You want me inside of you? You want me to take you?" the blue-haired man let his cock tease the small hole, rubbing it in little circles.
"Yes! Give it to me, please!"
The man pushed in balls-deep and relished in his toy's scream. Short nails were scratching at his back and Demyx tossed his head back.
And Demyx continued to scream as that hard piece of flesh pierced him over and over again, faster and faster until his throat was raw.
"Harder! Right there... oh fuck me right there..."
"You've got such a dirty mouth," Saix murmured in his ear, obliging to his wants and taking him harder. "Such a naughty boy..."
A warm hand grabbed his cock and the dirty blonde came and gasped. The man above him moaned approvingly and released inside of him.
Demyx grabbed his lips and kissed him hard, thin fingers sliding through sapphire locks.
Demyx sat straight up, panting and sweaty. The sheets were falling off the bed and he rubbed at his eyes.
"A sex slave to Saix? Damn, what a crazy dream!" he said to himself.
"What dream?"
The blue-eyed boy quickly turned to the source of the voice, looking down at the blue-haired man himself.
"No! It w-was a dream!"
"Sex slave, you say?" the tannish man rolled over and pinned Demyx beneath him with a devilish smirk. "Hmm, that sounds interesting..."
Don't throw anything at me, I couldn't think of a better ending at the moment...
Reviews are more than welcome!
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