On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood
By SMYGO4EVA
They made a bargain.
The Kingmaker, the Duke of Buckingham, had everything, yet he wanted more. Richard III, thought to be an unholy demon, wanted the crown. He wished to sit upon the throne, the crown on his head.
Richard wanted far more than he had ever dreamed of. Buckingham was the Kingmaker; he saw such a dream, and he would make it a reality. When else would they make such a deal, stained with blood and dipped in the ink of desire?
Richard's hand took Buckingham's, his heart thundering, almost hesitant, but Buckingham pulled Richard in, his mouth pressed against his.
The contract was not complete.
Buckingham's hands wrapped around Richard's wrists, thorns pricking at his flesh, bruising and bleeding. He placed himself inside his King, making Richard his and his alone. His movements were gentle and harsh. Such touches! The Kingmaker knew how to make his Richard buckle underneath him as his back arched, mouth agape in a gasp of pain and pleasure.
Buckingham marked Richard's skin, teeth biting, his nails sharp, and Richard could only hold onto his Duke, his hands clawing, digging in. The Kingmaker only growled, keeping his hips moving as Richard grasped onto him.
This feeling was all too much, an assault on the senses. Richard's body felt on fire, torn in two, searing pain and ecstasy coalescing, and yet it had to be done.
It had to be done.
It had to be done.
To be King.
It had to be done to be King.
As soon as it began, such scorching hot pleasure encompassed Richard, his whole body aflame, his back arched, a startled gasp escaping his lips. Buckingham followed him, his arms around his king like a vice, filling him with his essence, his groans muffled by his mouth on Richard's neck.
It was done.
It had to be done, all for the crown.
(A/N: Richard (an intersex, trans character) has sex with Buckingham, his ally, under highly dubious consent, which is why this work is tagged non-con.)