Inspired by Nora Mills rape story, and the downfall of Greece lmao!
Regina awoke to Leopold climbing on top of her, she moaned as he slowly began to press inside. Her cunt sucked him in, pulling at him, rippling over inch after inch. His hands flexed on her ass, his fingers digging in hard as he moved forward until he felt his thighs pressed against her skin, his balls getting gooey as they rested against her pussy lips. He twitched as he felt himself as deep in her as he could be.
"Let's go for a ride," he whispered.
Then he pulled back and thrust hard, her scream clearly audible through the gag. Her body bucked up against him and he held her tight, punishing her with the force of his fucking. His palms slid up to her waist and he pulled her back onto him as he shoved deep. She was so fucking tight, so wet for him.
He looked down to her hands, watched as she clenched her fingers into the sheets, clawing at the material. He stared at that movement as his hips drilled into her and he covered her body more, his weight collapsing on her, keeping her legs spread but flattening her more into the mattress.
Then he brought his hands up, covering hers and linking his fingers between her outstretched hands. She cried out over and over as he humped against her, buried deep and not really slipping out. His hips bumped against her as he picked up the pace.
"How's my little slut doing? You like this? You like my cock inside your fucking cunt?"
She twisted her head so she could look at him and he saw the pleading gaze, knew what she needed to get off. He had her in such a position that she couldn't rub against something, couldn't touch herself. He took one hand and slid it beneath her body, squirming around until his fingers found the wetness. She groaned and then let out a small squeal as he pinched her clit.
Her body jumped and squeezed him and he fought to keep from coming. Toying with her pleasure button, he rubbed it hard, moving back and forth. She grunted and buried her head into the pillows. He pistoned into her again and felt her little box grip him hard. She screamed into one of the pillows and he scraped a nail over the distended nerves.
"Let me feel it my little cumslut. Let me feel you milk my cock."
She thrashed as he kept a grip on her, her twitching body yielding to his touch. She sobbed and he felt her shudder. He didn't stop after she'd gotten her pleasure. No, he used her cum to keep her slippery for him and he traced figure eights over her little nub.
She cried out again and he knew she was asking for him to stop. But he snickered as he bit her neck, sucking hard and staring at the bruise as he began fucking her again. He was close now. Close to cumming. Close to filling her up like he'd always loved.
He pictured it, his cum sinking into her womb, making a baby, knocking her up. She'd never leave him then. He'd have a personal slut for the rest of his life. And he could use her body every day. All the time. He wanted that, more than anything.
So he doubled his efforts. He held tight to her hips and hammered away at her body, giving her punishing thrusts and delighting in the noises she made. He felt his nuts tighten, could practically feel the cum boiling in his sac. And then he told her, because he knew she'd hate him for it.
"I'm going to cum baby. I'm going to come inside your dirty little whore cunt. You want it. You want to feel my sperm inside you, to feel it coat your walls. I'll give it to you just like you want it. I'll give you all my cum, and we'll make a baby."
She shrieked and bucked against him but he just shoved himself deep and let loose torrents of cum. He lay flat against her, his body jerking with each jet of semen. When he was finally done, spent and empty, he slowly lifted his hips. She moaned as his length left her and he stared at the vision in front of him.
Too tired to fight him anymore, her legs were splayed wide and her freshly fucked hole was red and used. She shuddered and he watched the first dollop of his cum start to seep out of her. As it dribbled down between her lips he felt a twitch in his dick.
He couldn't go again so soon, could he? As his spunk pooled onto the sheets though, he grabbed his cock and began stroking it. He pictured her growing round with his child, how her tits would grow, how her nipples would become oh so sensitive.
He needed her again, needed to feel her around him. She lifted her head and looked at him, no doubt getting ready to ask to be released. She saw his erection and shook her head. "Not again," she mumbled. "Not so soon."
He grinned and nodded, jumping back onto the bed and flipping her over. Her arms crossed over her head, blocking her vision. And her breasts squished together. With a grunt of satisfaction he knelt between her thighs and pushed himself into her battered hole once again.
"Yes baby. Again and again. We're making a baby tonight."
Neither knew that only down the hall, Robin Hood had pentrated the King's castle and was making hiw way towards the Queen's chambers. He had to see her, if only to make sure she was alright. She had been in his thoughts since he had laid eyes on her.