Beg for it, Kaard."

"Please–"

The King let his full weight drop onto Rouxls' sweat-slicked back, crushing the duke into the bed; the air was expelled forcefully from Rouxls' lungs and white spots danced in his vision.

It was a fortuitous coincidence that Rouxls was made of rather malleable substance. The sudden, tremendous pressure knocking the wind out of him gave him a few split seconds of asphyxial bliss until his organs molded to what little space they were now permitted to occupy. When the air returned to him, sweltering and sticky in his throat, the first word from his mouth was "Sire!"; a delirious, shrill cry of joy.

"Beg for it," the King snarled again in Rouxls' ear, the bedsprings squealing as he rocked his great hips into him. Rouxls keened gratefully, wriggling underneath him; the King's formidable girth filled him so completely, stretched him wide, and made his skinny body tremble and spasm from how much cock it had to accommodate.

"H-Harder, Sire, please–" Rouxls' whiny voice pleaded from below, "P-Please, more…"

The King grunted, easing his way slowly but surely deeper into Rouxls. Beneath him, Rouxls gritted his teeth and fisted the sheets desperately, pressing his long forehead to the mattress.

"A-ahh…" the King exhaled heavily, his tongue lolling from his sharp teeth. His cock was begging him for more as well, throbbing almost painfully inside of Rouxls. Most nights, the King really liked to make his duke earn it, grovel for it; tensions were running high this evening, it seemed, so high that the King really couldn't stand to wait much longer.

He needed to fuck his duke. Hard. Immediately..