Chapter Theme Song: "I See Red" by: Everybody Loves An Outlaw

Yzma

I was embarrassingly flustered. I couldn't believe that after twenty years of celibacy my engine would ignite with a loud roar courtesy of a goddamn intern- a stupid one at that. He had to have been in his mid to late twenties, recent college graduate, from a relatively well-off family outside of the city. He reeked of naivety and gullibility to where the stench was sickening. A former decorated squirrel scout with a lengthy resume of saintly qualifiers. He was a run-of-the-mill "good boy" and fit the description of my subordinate nicely.

I gave him meaningless tasks to do to keep him busy while I did the real work. Cooking, cleaning, organizing, domestic inconveniences I had no time to be sullied with. He would often startle me with his booming voice as he crept up behind me to ask:

"So...uh...what are you doing?"

To him I was a geriatric chemist that the emperor hired to create serums and positions for healthier, stronger crops. He didn't need to know my lust to rule the empire with an iron, manicured fist. I would give him another arbitrary task to just get him to shut the fuck up and let me work in peace on the days his nonsense was too much to bear.

He was useful at making sure I was taken care of, however. I may have been older but nowhere near death. I was far from my glory days as the lead palace concubine in my early twenties and nowhere near being the sultry siren of my thirties. I had commanders of powerful armies and monarchs of nation's literally worshipping the ground I walked on for a taste of my sweet heat. Kronk ensured those needs were taken care of whenever the time arose but at will and only at my beckoning call.

Tonight was one of those nights where I wanted nothing more than a companion to massage my feet, cook my dinner, and maybe orally stimulate me while I caught up on my novellas. Kuzco had gotten me entangled with some famous sitcom that was based loosely on a film that had the entire country talking in hushed tones. Young maidens would blush at the mere name of the flick while the men would bellow nervous coughs. I wanted to know what the fuss was about.

"Kronk." I spoke evenly, looping my fingers through this thick, black hair.

His eyes met mine, the sweet, musky wetness of my nectar lightly peppering his smooth face. "Yes, Yzma?"

"Have you seen this film everyone has been talking about?"

"Which one?"

"365 days." I replied. There was a small, dark glint in his eyes followed by a low, predatory smirk. "I take it you have."

"Who hasn't?" He responded lowly, dipping in tongue back into the slick wetness of my sex. I purred gently as he began to use that thick, godly tongue to lap up my cream. "It's the hottest movie out right now."

I allowed my eyes to roll to the back of my head, gently clutching my silk sheets with one hand as I ran through my midnight hair with the other. I wasn't ready to break yet. I wanted to enjoy this a little longer.

I locked my fingers through his hair again, bringing his eyes back to mine.

"What were your thoughts on the film?"

He paused, thinking. "Cinematically, the plot was poor and the underlying symbolism was problematic. However, it serves its purpose."

"In what way?"

Another pregnant pause. "Gets you to fuck by the end of it."

There was a surge of electricity that I haven't felt before. The way he had said it had such a primal undertone I have never heard before from Kronk. I felt myself moisten further, dripping delicately unto the sheets. It didn't go unnoticed as Kronk watched a singular trail glide against his index fingers and kiss the palm of his hand.

He smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I take it you like that?"

I cleared my throat, changing the subject. "Would it be a film I should concern myself in watching?"

He chuckled. "You?" He laughed again. "No, you wouldn't like it."

"And why NOT!?" I was annoyed at his tone.

"Because." I watched him remove my legs from over his shoulders, spreading them eagle as he raised the hem of my satin night dress further. He positioned himself at my entrance but not before sheathing himself with a sheath of my arousal. "You like to be in control."

"What does that have to do with me wanting to watch the movie?"

"You aren't ready to let anyone control you, let alone dominate your body and mandate your pleasure." He growled, forcing himself into my slick heat.

I arched my back gracefully, pinching my hardened nipple as he began his tempo against my sex. I loved how he felt inside of me, how he would caress my core with his thumb as thrusted in and out of my soul. I found myself moaning his name loudly once or twice that the palace guards now know of our affair. They dared not mention it in fear of being beheaded- at least to me.

He gripped my waist, increasing his beat. "You don't like to be dominated, Yzma."

I swallowed hard. "I'm always open to new possibilities."

He placed both his hands on either side of my head, his eyes piercing through mine. "You want me to let you come, baby girl?"

Baby Girl?

There was a shiver that radiated throughout my body at the sound of his voice. I had never heard him speak in such a lustful, devilish tone.

Before I could respond, he pulled out of my heat and flipped me onto my stomach in one, swift movement. I peered over my shoulder to see Kronk had a firm grip around my waist with one hand, his strong fingers raking through my long, dark hair in the next.

"Kronk!" I yelled out. "What are-"

"Shut the fuck up, Yzma." He fisted a handful of my locks, yanking my body into an inward Divinci arch. I felt a strong pulsation between my legs. "You don't get to use that tone with me."

My heartbeat quickened, my mouth running dry. "W-What has gotten into you?"

"You wanted to know why you wouldn't have liked the movie, right?" I felt him reach between my legs, gently massaging my throbbing nub as he poised himself to enter my aching core. "Why I know you couldn't handle it?"

"Why?" I whispered, my voice almost inaudible.

He guided himself back into me painstakingly slow, removing himself only to ease himself back inside several times. He filled me to the hilt unexpectedly, shocking me into tears with a small tsunami wave of indescribable pleasure. I breathed out his name.

I felt him pepper small kisses on the curve of my spine before fisting the back of my head into the purple luxury of my sheets. He bounded both my hands with a firm grip in one hand, pressing my face into the sheets with the other. His rhythm was more frantic, vulgar, and animalistic than I ever felt before in all my years of living. The sound of wet skin slapping skin, his heavy sac knocking against my swollen lips as I dripped streaks of immeasurable ecstasy. I opened my mouth to scream but no words came out. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain I never experienced that it left me speechless.

I felt Kronk pull out of my swollen heat, yanking my long hair to bring my mouth toward his. I clawed at his supple, firm, muscled skin begging for more. He palmed the back of my neck in a vice hold, forcing our eyes to meet.

"I want to come in your mouth, baby girl."

He didn't give me a chance to respond. He removed himself from the bed, looming at the foot with his long, thick erection standing proud. It glistened with my cream and made me salivate like a hungry hound. I kneeled before him, taking him slowly into my mouth. I felt his hand snake through my hair as he began thrusting forcefully against my face.

My hands were held by his unwillingly, his tempo heightened. My vision grew blurry with salted tears as a thick trail of saliva and semen began to trail down my chin and onto my tiger carpet. He touched the back of my throat with a feral grunt as his seed coated my tongue.

"Swallow, baby girl". He whispered, darkly. I obeyed. "Good."

I watched as he delicately pulled himself out of my mouth and back into his pants, wiping stray beads of sweat from his brow.

There was a soft clink of a bell in the distance.

"Dinner is ready." He spoke, smirking. "You should clean up while I prepare the table."

I cleared my throat, finally speaking. "Very well."

I watched him saunter away, dumbly speaking that nonsense squirrel language. I gathered my dignity off the floor, slowly making my way to my full-length mirror.

I smiled wickedly at my disheveled hair, smeared lipstick, and swollen lips. My night dress was in disarray as my false lashes were frayed- one now missing.

I learned something about myself. I loved it when a made took control.

Fin