"Report."
Malachite's eyes were downcast in front of his king. He always feared giving Endymion bad news.
"He… cast a possession spell on her."
Out of his right eye, he saw Endymion's fist tighten.
"What?" his siege's deep voice rumbled.
"He must have used all of his gold to purchase the dark magic," Malachite stammered, "He must have-"
"Is it too late?"
Malachite stuttered, "Al… Almost:.. The spell is cast. He will marry her tomorrow, and… and…"
"Once he beds her…" Endymion said, "The spell will be complete."
He stood up.
"Bring her to me," he barked, "NOW!"
"My King..." she stammered, shocked, "What do you want?"
She'd been pulled from her house in the village to the king's on an urgent matter. Brought to his castle. Whisked to his room. It all happened so quickly. No one would answer her questions.
They took her to his chambers where'd he been waiting. The candles were lit. The room was quiet.
He'd stared at her, his gaze intense, eyes hooded. The King she had never met, only heard about. There was a familiarity there but of something far too long ago.
Then he'd locked the door behind her.
And pulled her roughly on to his large, velvet bed, depositing at the head of the bed before cradling her body in his.
"Please..." she begged, "What do you want from me?"
She sat, scared, with her back to the king. He was fully clothed, his dark sweater and black pants casually draped over his chiseled body, only baring his feet with his legs outstretched on the bed.
She wore her modest bodice, sitting in between his legs, cross-legged. She was tiny inside of his large, muscular frame. Her heart was beating fast.
"My King..." she tried again, "Why did you bring me here?"
Instead of answering, he put his two hands over her clothed chest, feeling the weight of her breasts.
"My King!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
Then she felt a wetness in her ear as he swirled his tongue in her earlobe.
"Please!" she gasped, "Stop! I am to be wed tomorrow to Benjamin!"
He growled suddenly into her ear and she felt fear spread through her body.
"Never speak his name in my bed, Serenity."
He put his hands over the collar of her gown and ripped, her thin bodice splitting into two.
She gasped in alarm, crossing her arms to cover her exposed breasts even as he snarled and gripped her wrists, lifting them over her head.
"My King, no!" she cried as he used his other hand to grip and fondle her bare breast, molding it and teasing the orb, "What are you-"
Her voice grew weak as he played with her nipple, groping and squeezing her flesh. She felt her buds harden involuntarily.
"You're mine," he said.
"You... you have the wrong girl!" she sobbed as she felt her nipple burst in pleasure, as he let go of her wrists so he could use both hands to toy with her body.
"He took your memories," he grunted, "But your body will remember me."
She gasped when his hand descended from her breast to between her legs. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but his hand was already grounding teasingly over her insides.
"No..." she said, her face reddening with embarrassment, "I must save myself for my husband."
"You belong to me," he growled, his fingers stroking faster and rougher over the pulse between her legs, "I'll make you remember."
With that, he thrust a long, thick finger deep inside her.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she wailed, feeling her vagina clamp involuntarily over the invading digit, "Nooo!"
Her face flushed, she felt his finger burrow deeper and faster, pumping into her expertly, drawing a curious feeling out of her.
"Please," she pleaded, unable to control the spiral of intense feelings bursting from within, "Please... no..."
He added a second finger and she cried out louder. She felt his other hand cup her chin to turn her to face him, and then felt the King's hot tongue inside her mouth.
She moaned into his mouth, struggling to break the hungry kiss until she felt a wetness between her legs.
"You like that, don't you," he chuckled against her lips.
"Benjamin," she whimpered softly, a tear escaping her eye for her betrothed.
"I said not to say his name!" he growled, plundering her mouth deeper while she struggled against him, feeling him suck hungrily on her lips and tongue.
With a snarl, he pumped harder inside her, grounding his whole hand between her legs to tease and torment, finally thrusting two fingers deep inside to find her pulse, pummeling ferociously into her inexperienced flesh until her mouth fell open.
With a silent cry, she arched her back and stared up at the wide expanse of the ceiling as a violent orgasm tore through her.
She sobbed as her honey escaped. She had fully betrayed her beloved.
The King had taken her purity.
"Delicious," he said, licking his fingers, "I've missed your sweetness."
"You have the wrong girl," she sobbed again, "I've never met you, my King."
"My cock will make your body remember."
Startled at his horrifying words, she heaved just as he pushed her away from between his legs to the other side of the bed. She fell on to her arms, until he took hold of her torso and flipped her over on to her back.
"But first, I want you wet and ready."
"What are you-"
She felt his hands push her thighs wide apart and face descending between her legs. She howled as she felt his hot tongue enter her.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo!" she wailed.
He chuckled between her legs, seeming determined to dry her secretions, lapping up every trace of honey he'd forced out of her.
"I can't!" she exclaimed, her toes curling, "Please, no, I can't-"
She howled when she felt his mouth clamp over her clit to suck, feeling a burst of unwanted pleasure burst through her body.
"Oh ahhhhhhhh!" she wailed, hands fisting on to bedsheets, "St- stop!"
He sucked harder, his tongue lapping faster, his teeth rolling her clit more hungrily until she cried out.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she burst open, her juices escaping her to flow directly into the King's thirsty mouth.
"Delicious," he growled, "Give me your desire, Serenity."
"Oh..." she sobbed, as her second orgasm robbed her of her sanity, "Oh... oh no..."
Her eyes opened weakly and saw him lift his sweater over his chest, revealing his muscular chest and wide expansive shoulders.
"I'm going to remind you who you belong to," he grunted.
She could barely hear him, her climax having destroyed her. Her wet breasts were heaving, her mind wiped clean.
He pushed the top of his black pants down and she gasped softly, seeing the King's long, thick member jut out, pointing directly at her. She winced, her face growing red. Her heart was pounding into overdrive.
"Please don't..." she whimpered it even as he felt his hands on her ankles, as he spread her once again. He was kneeling in front of her, his large knees between her legs. All she could see was him.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought about Benjamin's shining face, his promise of love. His dedication to her and their life together. Her excitement for their wedding day tomorrow.
The image shattered as the king pushed his massive cock into her, making her scream out.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she wailed as her flower spasmed uncontrollably over the large invasion.
"Yes..." he growled in satisfaction, his eyes rolling back, a sweat breaking out over his forehead, "My beautiful Serenity."
She stared up at him angrily, gasping through the pain,"I don't... belong to you."
"But you do," he said, pulling back and thrust deep again while she heaved, "I should never have let you go."
"Ahhhhh," she gasped again as the King's invasion brought a dark sensation of need between her legs, "I am... betrothed... to another."
"I'm the one you want," he said, letting go of one ankle to reach for her breast and grip one orb painfully, "Look at your body responding to me."
She let out of a cry of anguish even as she knew he was right, as her channel grew slicker for his cock to traverse, as her nipples grew hard again at the King's rough attention. She sucked involuntarily on the thick finger he'd inserted into her mouth to prove his point. Her legs were splayed out for the King's feral thrusts.
She gasped at his next thunderous plunge, feeling him reach deeper into her. Her mouth opened, eyes wide as the tip of his hardness hit a deeper spot inside her, a button she didn't know she had. She gasped.
"Endymion..." she moaned out against her will.
"Yes..." he growled, not giving her a break with the orgasm, instead plunging faster, "Yes, say my name."
"Endymion," she cried out again, wincing as his thrusting grew violent, as he brought to the point between pain and pleasure.
"You're mine," he panted, falling over her now so he was panting against her shoulder.
"No!" she protested, "Unnhhh..."
She was panicking while he hammered into her, the motion of his huge manhood withdrawing and returning too much to bare as her pleasure built. She was turning her head left and right, her hands pushing at his expansive chest, trying to regain some type of sanity even as he rammed into her rougher, faster, harder-
"St- stop!" she stammered, "I can't, I, ooooo, I..."
She tried to think of her beloved, of Benjamin's face. But Endymion's cock was all she felt, his ferocious pounding.
"I can't," she repeated, even as her hands ran up and down Endymion's sweaty back and shoulders, even as all she could smell was his virile sweat and her own juices, "I can't."
Benjamin's face was blurring as the King continued to dominate her, use her, own her.
He was like a feral animal tearing her body apart from the inside.
She felt her legs bent to point at opposite directions of the room as he hammered into her again, again, againagainagainagainagain-
"Endy-" she panted, "Endy- Endy- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She burst apart.
Her entire vision filled with white.
She felt the climax burst through her entire body, could hear faintly his victorious chuckle. He rode her through it, thrusting brutally into her abused vagina. She couldn't remember her beloved's name, her hands gripping over the king's sweaty shoulder as he shoved harder and faster into her.
"My... King..." she said shakily through the violent thrusts. Her legs wrapped around her hard buttocks, her heels digging into the hard flesh, "Oh... My King..."
"Yes," he snarled, "Yes, open wider for me."
Whimpering, she let her legs dangle to the side of his hips as he pushed harder and harder into her.
"Endymion," she squeaked, her mouth opening as her next orgasm roared through her again, "Oh... Endymion!"
"Yes!" he growled, "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," she surrendered, "I'm yours, my King."
"That's right!" he roared, "MINE."
His thrusting was a blur now, the entire bed rocking as he shoved roughly into her, penetrating her completely, like he was pushing his cock through her tiny body. Her thighs were spread painfully apart, her channel wet and slick, squeezing the King's cock only to release and accept it again. Her moans and groans were becoming screams as his pace grew. His hands came to grip her buttocks suddenly, lifting her to meet his violent thrusts, creating more painful impact than ever before until his eyes grew feral, his growls becoming animalistic.
"I'm almost there," he grunted, "Serenity, I'm going to give you my seed."
"My... my King!" she choked, unable to think. Her wedding day. Her innocence. Her beloved. Now- "But I... I-"
"You're MINE," he growled, angry at her hesitation, "So you're going to take it all."
"Unh," she panicked, "Ugh, I... I... ooooohhhh..."
Her mouth opened as she orgasmed again, her toes curling, trying to maintain some sanity even as he thrust relentlessly through her climax.
"Get ready," he growled, his cock a blur as he hammered into her again and again in deep, impossibly fast strokes.
Her body was pushed deeper and deeper into the bed, the entire room seeming to rock violently until he plunged again, again, a third, fourth, fifth time while she cried out with pleasure and then-
"SERENITY!"
His muscular body finally stopped as the hands gripping her hips clasped her flesh like a vice, holding her lower body locked in place to accept him as he massive cock exploded inside her.
She cried out in a double orgasm as she felt the King's hot, copious semen burst into her, filling her completely. Her own honey was pouring out, lubricating her channel only to accept his warm seed, filling every crevice between her legs.
She sobbed in pleasure, her traitorous body gloriously arching like a bow to take every bit of Endymion's sperm that now caked her body. She was going into and out of consciousness, her mind destroyed by the many orgasms he'd forced out of her.
"End... Endymion...?" she said weakly, completely drained, looking up.
And like that, the spell shattered.
It all came back to her.
Benjamin's betrayal.
Endymion's rough attention on her.
Benjamin's lies.
Endymion's grace.
Benjamin's selfishness.
Endymion's release.
"My King," she said, recognition entering her eyes.
He chuckled slightly, sweat pouring down over his eyes from his efforts to claim her body. He rolled his large body off of hers to lie next to her, facing the celing.
"It worked, huh?" he said.
"You..." she said shakily, "You made me remember."
He was taking deep breaths, coming down from his own orgasm.
"We'd better make sure we broke the spell completely," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"What do you mean?" she said, confused.
"I'll have to fuck you all night just to be safe."
She gasped as he covered her again, his mouth finding hers to bury his tongue deep into her moaning mouth.
"Let's get you ready for the next round," he said wolfishly, moving down to suckle hard at her nipple, eliciting a surprised gasp from her as she felt two fingers enter her again from beneath, already teasing her warm insides.
As she orgasmed, and later that night many more times, accepting the King's seemingly tireless and insatiable desire for her body, she finally accepted him into her.
She was no longer betrothed.
Later, as he pushed her body against the wall and plummeted deep into her, ramming her shoulders into hard wall enough to leave red marks, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her, she remembered she was his.
As he thrust upwards, forcing her to ride him, bouncing up and down for his pleasure, using her body to milk his thick steel, sitting up to swallow her nipple hole into his hot punishing mouth, she remembered she belonged to no one else.
And when he plunged ferociously into her, the King's sweaty, hard body hovering over her only to shove deeply into her while he grunted and panted above her, as he made sure she felt every inch of him stretch and pleasure her, she knew she would remain his forever.
She was no longer betrothed.
She belonged only to him.
AN: Thank you for reading. Please leave a review!
