"Damn that fool of a prince - Damn him!"
"Ugh…here we go," Lissa sighed and reluctantly set down the book she'd 'borrowed' from a certain pegasus knight on the cot beside her. The tome settled just as the most unlikely and unwelcome guest of the Halidom stormed into the otherwise empty and seldom-used reserve barracks. 'So much for reading more Ribald Tales' the princess lamented before she put on a wide, fake, and just a little condescending smile to greet him. "Well well, if it isn't the 'former' King Gangrel!"
The deposed Mad King snarled at the girl, who held her own cheeky grin in the face of his ire. "Watch your tongue, you impudent brat! Or I'll have it cu-"
Snap!
"Up bup bup - let me stop you right there."
Lissa lowered her fingers after she'd captured Gangrel's attention. She rose to her feet and let her skirt hang down around her - free of the usual frame that kept it billowed out. With a grim, hardened edge in her oft-glossy eyes, she confronted the petulant Plegian monarch.
"Look at where you are - not in Plegia, but Ylisse. And not because you conquered it or razed it to the ground, but because my brother found you limping and half-dead in the desert hiding from the Valmese assassins looking for you. If it weren't for us, you'd be rotting in a ditch…where you belong," she growled and shook her head. "Just face it, Gangrel - You're in no position to make threats, especially not to the princess of the kingdom that captured you," she declared.
To his credit, he didn't explode at her but had the audacity to laugh with his usual cackle. "Hah! Hardly! I am no one's prisoner, least of all the pathetic Halidom you and your wretched family runt," he sneered.
Lissa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Oh yeah? So what you're saying is I can't just call the guards and have you tossed in the dungeons?" She smugly asked
"Or…maybe I would just drag you there myself," the princess further mused.
Her ponderings made him paise before he bellowed with laughter. "Ah, HA HA HA HA HA! Oh but that is a jape," he admitted as he wiped a tear from his eye. He leaned over the girl who sat before him, hand on his chest as he sneered at her impassive face.
"As if a delicate shrimp like you could manage that," he grinned down at her.
…
Lissa took a deep, deep breath before she would've torn the rat's head from between his shoulders. Either by her bare hands or by a ceremonial axe from the armor outside. Instead, she simply quelled her irritation and kept a level head
"…Right. Okay then. You can leave now and do…whatever it is you sulk about. Cry to a wall or a tree or whatever," she dismissed him with a wave that would make Maribelle nod in ladylike approval.
"Oh, and one more thing - you BETTER not be harassing the maids anymore…or else," the princess ominously declared.
"Oh, I'm quivering in fear. And whose going to stop me - you?" Gangrel scoffed. He leaned over her with an added sickening layer of lechery to his crooked teeth. "What's a dainty little flower like you going to do against a real man, little princess? "
…
"Hah! Ah! N-No, Stop!"
"What was that? I can't heeeeear you!" Lissa trilled as she bounced atop his lap. Her hands stayed on his now-bare shoulders as she rode the king's admittedly long, though pitifully slender cock atop the very bed she'd been sitting on prior.
"H-How are you so stro-gah!" Gangrel wheezed against a particularly strong stroke down. He tried to pull his arms around her back, but that hardly seemed to stop the 'delicate' princess. If anything, she seemed more than capable of breaking out of his hold with deft ease.
"What, never seen a War Cleric in action?" she smugly asked before she pushed him back again with just her chest. "Come on, Gangrel - where's that bravado of yours? Huh?!" she goaded him as her powerful hips slammed down on him.
"Oof! D-Damn you, you harlo-OOW!"
Lissa rolled her eyes at his attempted curse even as she rocked down atop him with enough force to make her hair bounce and fly. Whatever minute sense of pleasure she was getting out of this was quite easily ignored due to the vitriol and scorn that mutually passed between them.
"Oh come on - is that the best you can do? No wonder you were so easily routed!" she snarled with fire in her eyes. The sheer vitriol - the venom on her lips - actually made the Mad King pause as he looked at her with a new light. It passed quickly as he snarled back before he seized her back again and pulled them both back onto the bed.
"Whah?!"
The Princess gasped as she was rolled onto her back and accidentally knocked her book away. The tome crashed onto the floor as she looked up at Gangrel's vicious sneer over her. "Okay, nice try - but you think I'm gonna roll over now?" she shook her head and sighed.
Her posture remained rather composed even with a wild, dangerous lunatic who glared at her as he stabbed her with his cock. The latter of which seemed to be almost forgotten as he instead glared at her with all the madness and rage clear in his eyes.
"Wipe that smirk off your face you little tramp - What can you do now, huh?!" he spat in her face. Quite literally. Lissa's eye twitched at the spit that landed on her nose's bridge. The princess rolled her eyes and hiked her legs around his back.
"This," she simply said and squeezed.
crunch
"GYAAHAAAHOOW!"
The force of her thighs compressed against his back until a very concerning, audible sound echoed through the barracks. His wild howl petered off until it was barely more than a whimper as he all but collapsed atop her until they were face to face. She looked at him with a cold, impassive glare so ill-fitting the perky princess. Gangrel tried to growl back, but it was hardly more than the sound of a wounded animal in the face of its own demise. Her legs slackened off his back as he went limp atop her. "Just stop already - you can barely breathe now, much less use your body," the princess insisted as she pushed him off.
"Oof!"
The Mad King stumbled beside her while Lissa calmly rose back up. She turned to the man with a mixture of pity and scorn in her gaze before she shook her head at him. "Gods…why Emmeryn has mercy on you is beyond m…wait," she cut herself off, eyes narrowed.
The deposed king grimaced as she pushed him onto his side and looked around at his back. What she saw made her wither and grimace at the poorly applied bandages over an obvious, deep wound. One that she had never been made aware of, despite having been the one to waste a precious Mend staff on him. "…You're bleeding," she accused him.
"Leave it - it doesn't matter," Gangrel grunted without any of his usual vim or spite. Lissa had no interest in his japery as she forced him onto his stomach.
"You wretched little…H-Hands off me you-!"
"How long?"
"…"
Lissa's question was met with silence - not even a grunt of complaint from his long, thin dick pressed between the barracks cot and his rather emaciated stomach. The princess and healer shook her head. "…Right, okay then. That was a mistake. We're going to the infirmary. Now."
He said nothing and did nothing as she pulled his clothes back over him before she bothered to dress. Not a single cruel barb of her petite body or a lascivious, crass jab passed his lips. His eyes remained downcast while she pulled him to his feet and led him like a child out of the barracks and to the infirmary proper. Her treatment, while as soft as she could manage, still remained firm enough to make him wither and wince. To see such a disgusting, repugnant man in such a state would normally feel like karma…but Lissa couldn't find any joy in his current state.
Even a wild, rabid dog could still whimper like a newborn whelp.
