All men were not created equal. Some were born into royalty, others into nobility. Others, like Izuku, were born into servitude.
He and his mother were not important servants by any means—even among slaves there was hierarchy—but due to their similar age, he ended up working directly beneath Princess Katsuki. He was there at her side for every major accomplishment in her life, sweeping the stables for her first horse, holding her arrows at her first shooting competition—he was even the victim of her very first sword fight when she tossed a sword at him one day and told him to be a man and fight her. Izuku obeyed every command dutifully, not just because he knew his place, but because…the princess was a dear friend to him. She had a reputation for being quite reckless and selfish, but she had never let anything bad happen to him even though he was just a servant.
And then, of course, he was there by her side for her first day ascending the throne as queen. Not because her parents died—Queen Mitsuki and King Masaru simply had to make a lengthy journey to the far Todoroki Kingdom in the North. Previously they would have assigned a regent to oversee things in their absence, but now that Katsuki was an adult, she was old enough to assume the role of acting queen while her parents were away. That was the predicament they found themselves in as Katsuki took her seat in the throne, smoothing her hands over the sides with a triumphant grin.
"Finally. Feels right sitting here. Deku! Bring me the crown."
Deku shrunk back at the way her loud voice grew even louder in the large throne chamber, echoing off of the walls for several seconds. "Yes, your highness."
Just being allowed to touch the royal crown was a privilege all on its own, a privilege far beyond what he deserved. His fingers trembled just from touching the exquisite fire diamonds of the crown, carrying it over to Katsuki before kneeling and presenting it to her. "For you, my princess."
She sneered. "That's 'Queen' to you, Deku."
He blushed. "M-my mistake! Forgive me, my queen."
She slowly placed the crown on her head with a smirk. "I'm the most powerful person in all the land right now."
He bowed his head. "Yes you are, your majesty."
"I could give any command in the world, and the world would fall into place to make it happen."
"I believe that's called a tyrant," Izuku interjected, earning him a swat across the forehead.
"Don't tell me what I already know, Deku! And don't sour the moment. This is my moment. My ascent to power. I don't intend on abusing it, but I will relish it." She took a deep breath, as if she could smell the power of being acting queen.
The moment lasted for a minute or two before Izuku spoke up again. "So…what now, your majesty?"
Her eyes twitched. "Now, you shut the fuck up."
And so he did. He shut up for another minute. A minute turned into an hour. And an hour turned into several hours, until Katsuki had begun to slump in her throne.
"Fuck, this is boring…" She grumbled, eyeing the guards in the room who somehow just managed to stand in the same place for hours, sometimes for days on end. Her eyes then traveled over to Izuku. "How do you just stand still forever until you get a command?"
He rubbed the back of his head. "I suppose I'm just used to it…but when I do find myself falling asleep, I have to find ways to entertain myself, mostly by just observing our gorgeous castle and the surrounding area…"
She raised an eyebrow. "Entertain yourself, huh?" Her eyes darted around before she sat up more straight and clapped her hands. "Guards! Leave us. All of you! You have 10 seconds. GO!"
It didn't take long for all of the guards to file out of the room, several of them tripping over each other in a loud, messy, goofy clamoring of armor on top of armor. The loud commotion as the guards failed to make it out in 10 seconds had Katsuki rolling her eyes.
"I can't believe these are the buffoons in charge of defending our kingdom," she muttered before setting her sights on Izuku. "You may be a servant, but at least you've given me some useful insight, Deku. I wouldn't know what it's like to have such a boring life. Now, why don't you entertain me?"
He glanced around the room. "How shall I entertain you, your highness?"
She licked her lips, rubbing her thighs together before tugging at her gown.
"W-w-wait!" Izuku gasped, smacking his hands over his eyes as he heard the fabric slide down her lean body. "Y-your highness, w-what are y-you—"
"What's it look like, Deku? I understand your confusion, though—a mere servant like you could never understand what it's like to hold any amount of power. Well, open your eyes, Deku, and let your queen impart some insight onto you this time."
"Th-there's no way I can do that! I can't open my eyes, your majesty! My eyes would deserve to be carved from my head!"
"I'm the queen!" Her voice once again boomed and echoed through the room. "My word is law, you'll do as I say! Even if that results in your eyes being carved from your head! Do you hear me?!"
He whimpered, but slowly, his fingers cracked open just slightly so that his green eyes could peek out and witness the acting queen's glorious body. The royal gown wasn't completely thrown off, but the bottom half had been undone and the fabric was spread to the side to show off…everything. Her bare stomach curving down to her hips and her thighs.
"Here's your first lesson about what it means to have power, Deku," She teasingly licked one of her fingers slowly and sensually, smirking at the way his eyes followed every movement of her body, before she spread her legs and trailed that finger down her entire body towards her pussy in what could only be described as pure seduction. "Power is addictive. It's a rush of adrenaline. Nothing has ever aroused me more, and right now I hold the most powerful position in the kingdom after being told to wait all my life by my parents. So with all that in mind, can you imagine how I might be feeling right now, sitting on this throne?"
He had gulped about fifty times in the last ten seconds to stop himself from salivating at the sight of her body. "Y-you feel…very impassioned?"
"'Impassioned'." She chuckled, eyes softening into a dreamy look that stared straight through his soul. "I was going to say 'horny'."
"My queen!" He gasped. "S-such language is—"
"You think I ever cared about my fucking language?" She scoffed. "I've just been given the throne and crown and it makes me fucking horny. So what're you gonna do about it when your queen tells you to entertain her, Deku?"
He failed to stop a string of saliva from drooling down his chin. "I-I—ohhh…" He moaned as her foot reached out to gently massage his crotch, feeling up his painfully erect bulge.
"That's what I thought. So how about this?" She suddenly spread her legs completely on the throne, showing off her flexibility as her legs rested over the armrests, leaving her wet pussy completely exposed and even slightly stretched. "I give you permission to do whatever you want in order to entertain your queen…starting now."
Izuku's brain was hardwired to obey orders. Even as he tried to deny it, even as he tried to rationalize the situation, even as he tried to reason with her about how crazy this was, he was still built to follow royal orders. As soon as the command left her lips, it was like a switch flipped in his brain.
Before he could even process his own thoughts or actions, he found himself kneeling between her spread legs and burying his face in her pussy.
"Fuck, there you go! Finally gonna act like a man, huh, Deku? Fuck, really getting in there, huh?"
"Mmmmmm!" He moaned, slobbering all over his majesty's sacred royal cunt. He dragged his tongue beneath her pussy all the way up to her clit before attaching his mouth to her clit, sucking and pulling at the sensitive skin before sucking his way down the rest of her pussy right over her hole like a vacuum. He ate her out like a starved man, mind wiped of any reason, able to only think of feasting on her delicious cunt providing him with her queenly juices.
Her cocky voice grew higher and higher in pitch as she wrapped her hands around her own legs to keep them spread wide. "Ah, fuck! D-Deku, you can slow down, you know…shit, your mouth is going crazy…and your tongue is—AH!" Her eyes widened as he shoved his tongue inside of her, curling it up and licking at the sensitive roof of her pussy. The moment he found what got the loudest reaction out of her, he latched onto it and pushed as far as he could go, abusing that same spot with his tongue again and again while sucking more fluids out of her wet pussy.
He had been given a command, and Izuku was the best servant there was—he would fulfill his queen's command better than anyone possibly could. For years he had followed her, watched her from behind…lusted after her, pushed those feelings away. For years he had held these deep, dark fantasies of bedding her, being the one to make the proud, stubborn princess scream and moan. Those desires fueled him, seizing control of his body and mind.
Eventually, it wasn't enough to just have his mouth on her cunt—they both needed more. He grabbed her thighs, squeezing them and stroking down her inner thighs just to make her squeal from the ticklish sensation before his fingers found her pussy and shoved their way in, thrusting just below where his tongue stayed glued to the roof of her pussy.
Izuku's fingers were roughened, scarred, and thickened from a lifetime of manual labor, cleaning and scrubbing and lifting and carrying everything in the goddamn castle. Now, those thick, manly fingers rubbed against Katsuki's inner walls, dragging a delicious friction back and forth as he finger fucked her and curled his tongue against her pussy and sucked on her clit. He moaned directly into her pussy, shook his face into it, sending vibrations through her body. He spat on her cunt before tongue-fucking her once again, fingers spreading her pussy wider and wider to make more room for his tongue while continuing to thrust. He treated her royal pussy like she was a dirty whore, like she was his plaything, like her body existed to entertain him and not the other way around.
Katsuki's face flushed red like a tomato, her boobs bouncing up and down from how heavy her breathing had turned, gripping her own legs hard enough to bruise as her back squirmed against the throne and her hips stuttered forward against Izuku's face until finally, she cried out. Her voice gave out in a way no one had ever heard before, her own moans were alien to her own ears, and a spasm shook her entire body from her very core as she squirted all over her servant's face.
"Dekuuuuuu! Fuck, Deku, I'm going to…! Ahhhhh!" Her eyes were wide and dotted with tears, but Izuku could barely see her face as a splash of her womanly fluids splattered all over his face. He lowered his head beneath her cunt, tongue hanging as far out as possible to catch as much of her precious squirt as possible—this was the most powerful woman in the world, after all, and he was making her squirt, so of course he wanted to taste every bit of it. His fingers continued to work their way into her cunt, pumping her through her intense orgasm until she collapsed against the side of the throne, gasping for air, eyes finally falling shut as her legs also closed.
Even after she was done, Izuku licked his lips and sucked his own fingers before wiping every bit of her juices off of his face onto his palms so he could lick that up as well. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue in circles around her pussy, licking up everything he could like a greedy rat. He even dug his hands beneath her ass and effortlessly lifted her bottom just so he could suck specks of her pussy fluids off of the royal throne.
She squinted one eye open as he kept her lower half in the air so he could focus on licking the throne. "Fuck…you're a fucking nutcase, Deku…when the fuck did you get this strong? And…where did you learn to…any of that?"
He didn't answer until he was finished, gently putting her back down before he kissed her inner thigh. "I'm just doing what I've always done, your majesty—learning as I go. I don't know the first thing about living a life like yours, surrounded by the adrenaline of power, but I do know what it's like to live down here, beneath you. You'd be surprised what people can do when they give in to survival instincts."
She scoffed. "Putting your tongue in me is 'survival instincts'?"
He licked his lips and met her eyes with a confident look. "When you're a servant, following every command perfectly is the pinnacle of survival instincts."
She sized him up for a moment or two, eyes traveling down his sweaty face. "Follow this command, then—fuck me, Deku. Right here on the throne."
Excitement coursed through him as he stood up, towering over her for once as she shrunk back against the throne. He grabbed her royal gown before ripping the rest of it off, finally exposing her boobs fully as they bounced out and the tattered silken fabric parted all the way down her curvy sides.
"Fuck, did you have to rip it?"
He leaned in closer, confidence rising as he watched his queen's face turn redder and redder the closer he got. "You liked it, didn't you?"
She gulped, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with him—she wouldn't show weakness to her servant—before grabbing his own clothes and tugging him closer. "Let's see how you like it, then, Deku." She ripped his raggedy servant uniform off, yanking all the way down to make sure she got his pants as well. What she was left with was not at all what she expected.
Izuku couldn't help but smirk at the way his queen's eyes widened and her jaw fell. He was a servant that denied his own ego on a day-to-day basis, but it was impossible not to feel confident—cocky, even—when he got a reaction like that out of his queen.
Katsuki's body wasn't completely curvy and slender—she had a good amount of muscle as well from all the physical training she did, and she always beat him whenever she forced him to spar with her, so she was shocked to see the sculpted muscle from his biceps all the way down to his abs.
He chuckled. "You've made me do some pretty crazy stuff during my time serving you, your majesty. Manual labor tends to build muscle."
She gulped. "R-right. But what about…that." Her eyes trailed down his abs to his dick, standing straight up, fully hard, and swaying slightly—all ten inches of it.
He followed her eyes, grabbing the base of his cock and moving it side to side. "This? This is all natural."
"Bullshit! A-a witch or…something must've messed with you! I've seen them before in my anatomy lessons! They aren't supposed to be so big…"
Izuku got closer and closer to her until his heavy cock was mere inches away from her stomach, his breath right on her face. "I'll take that as a compliment, your highness."
She held her breath, as if refusing to breathe in while his breath was right on her face. That wouldn't do. She had commanded him to fuck her, and Izuku only followed her commands perfectly, better than anyone could ever hope to.
He squeezed her shoulders before suddenly lifting her, easily switching their places. He sighed as he took his seat in the royal throne, and Katsuki sat in her new throne—his lap, her servant boy's lap, right above the fat head of his cock.
"W-what are you…?" Her eyes widened as she held onto him and frantically surveyed the situation. There wasn't a single part of the throne that wasn't covered in the servant's naked body now—Izuku's hefty balls were literally sticking to the throne.
"Oh, fuck…" Izuku cursed, eyes rolling back as he shifted his butt around in the seat of the throne, getting nice and comfortable. He reached down and wiped some precum off of his cock onto his hand, then wiped it off of his hand and onto the throne. "Fuck…fuck, I get it. I finally get it. This is what you meant when you said power was addictive. A rush of adrenaline." He took a deep breath, as if he could smell the power from sitting on the throne and rubbing his balls all over the highest honor in the world.
"You're not supposed to sit there," Katsuki pointed out bluntly, though her voice was as shaky as her knees as she swallowed thickly, eyes wide and blank as she took in how perfectly Izuku fit in the royal throne. "Th-this is for royalty only…"
"Hmm…" He grabbed her chin, observing her face, turning it from side to side before dragging her in closer, breath on breath once more as, for the first time, a cocky smirk spread across his face. "Alright, then. Call me your king."
"F-fuck!" Katsuki gasped, the shock making her knees give out, making her shout when her wet, messy cunt slid across the tip of his cock.
"Careful! If you slip, you could end up shoving my dick in you by accident. Unless that's what you want." His smirk widened as he grabbed her hips, keeping her steady so he could start bucking his hips upwards, sliding his cock in between her pussy lips and letting the pussy drool coat his huge, thick cock. "I said to call me king."
She blushed harder. "F-fuck you, I'm not doing something stupid like that…that's not what I ordered you to do."
"But you're not ordering me to stop," Izuku pointed out, his ego growing more and more the longer he was allowed to inherit this position of absolute power over the realm. "Maybe I still need one more thing for you to recognize me as king. How about…this?" He swiped the royal crown off of her head and placed it on his own head.
She moaned, her entire body convulsing as she rubbed her cunt on top of his cock. "Oh fuck…holy fuck, Deku, y-you're…you're literally committing treason…ah, I could have you charged with treason and killed for…for stealing the throne and crown from me…f-from—"
"From overthrowing you?" He finished. "You could. But you could also beg your new king to fuck you." He leaned down and licked a stripe along her tits up her neck. "So what's it gonna be?"
Power had corrupted him so fast, as well as the heat of the moment, but he could tell how much she loved it as she turned to putty in his hands, shuddering from his tongue dragging across her smooth skin. "B-beg? Like…some sort of servant?"
He whispered in her ear. "Like some sort of whore."
The princess whimpered and desperately humped her pussy right across the tip of his cock, but he didn't let her go down just yet.
"So you won't beg?"
None of her previous stubbornness or cockiness was present, only a desperate, needy girl. "M-my king…"
Deku's power trip grew a hundred times more intense as he groaned. "That's right. Good girl. Good girls take orders from their kings, yeah?" He stroked the back of her neck. "So how about I give you an order? Ride my cock, whore."
He released her hips, and she immediately slid his tip inside, moaning and clutching at his broad shoulders as he pushed deeper and deeper.
"That's it, that's a good whore. Kings get all the whores they want, don't they? This is what it means to have power, isn't it?" He moaned. Izuku always had an overactive imagination, but with the talons of power literally surrounding him and clutching down around his cock, he let the fantasy play out as intensely as possible.
"Ahhh…fuck…nngh, it's t-too much…your highness…" Katsuki moaned, only halfway down his thick cock and already he was stretching her walls beyond what his fingers prepared her for.
"Of course it's too much. A whore's cunt isn't built to take a king's cock," Izuku whispered into her ear, stroking her hair. "But you'll take it anyways. You know why?"
She whimpered again, but slid down his cock more, showing some of that usual stubbornness he loved so much. "Nngh…b-because it's my king's command…"
He leaned down to suck on her boobs again. "Mmm…that's right. But if I recall, I commanded you to ride my cock, not to just sit on it. Naughty whores get punished by their kings." He reached around to grab a handful of her ass, smacking it a few times before groping. Then, he slid his hands beneath her ass to lift her body before dropping her back down on his cock.
"Ah! D-Deku! Wait, Deku—!"
"What'd you just call me?!" He growled.
"King! My king!" She immediately corrected herself, back arching and eyes wide. "My king! I can't! It's too big, it's—"
"You'll get used to it faster this way! Learning by example, isn't that your motto?" He didn't slow down for a second, man-handling her on his lap and slamming her up and down his cock like she was just a toy for his cock—reduced beneath even a whore!
Her cunt was hot and wet, splashing pussy juices onto his legs and chest like he was slamming his dick into a puddle that squeezed tightly around his cock. There was no other way to describe it as they tainted the throne with their mixed juices, making her pussy splatter all over it, dripping down his balls as he slammed his cock up to meet her hips each time her pussy came down on him.
"You like that, whore? How does it feel to serve? You're a natural! You should be my personal whore more often!" Deku grunted directly into her ear, smacking her ass even more as he used it to lift her on his cock.
Katsuki could barely get any words out—her face was the furthest thing from 'royalty' anyone could possibly be. Her eyes were wide even as they rolled into the back of her head, her tongue lolled out and waved back and forth each time her cunt swallowed his cock all the way down until it bulged against her stomach, her voice had devolved into a cacophony of screaming in pleasure and gasping for air, bouncing off of the large walls of the throne room, and her tits bounced and smacked against her own chin as she found her footing on the throne and used it just to start riding his cock even faster.
"This cock can be your new throne, how does that sound, bitch?" The power rushed to his head as he spat on her tits, pressing a palm against her stomach to feel the outline of his thick cock deep inside of her.
"Mmm, yesssss!"
"Yeah, you like your new throne, don't you? Just keep sitting on my cock and leave the actual ruling to me, the new king!"
Katsuki had spent her whole life looking forward to becoming queen, she'd made pages upon pages of plans to reshape the kingdom in her own view and she viewed her own political power as being more important than anything else…and yet now, she eagerly threw herself against Izuku's muscular chest, boobs squishing against him while her arms wrapped around his neck. "YES! Oh, fuck! So deep! Your cock is so deep inside…don't want it to ever stop! I-I'll…ah! Do anything you want!"
Izuku gritted his teeth together as he leaned up just slightly off the throne to start slamming his cock deep inside of her, moaning as he felt the kiss of her cervix against his cock.
Her eyes went wide open, back arching in his grip. "FUCK! Th-that's my…!"
He groaned and readjusted his grip. "That's right, whore! I'm gonna fuck you right in your womb!"
She gasped as he slammed up again, driving the tip of his cock straight into her womb, penetrating her cervix. "PLEASE! Fuck, god, fucking, AHHHH!" She screamed, drool pooling down her chin as he turned her into a braindead, dirty whore.
"Oh, fuck, that's good! I'm inside you, all the way inside you, tainting all of your insides…yeah, feel me inside your womb, bitch? Let me give you another taste!" He grunted, thrusting up again with a loud moan. The entire length of his cock was completely engulfed by her tight heat, poking inside of her womb and squeezing the sensitive tip of his cock.
He could've sworn sparks were flying off of his skin—his muscles burned, it was like he'd been struck by lightning and he couldn't stop fucking her cunt, each thrust intensifying the feeling, driving his hips to ram into her again and again, wrecking her womb.
"Deku…! Fuuuuu—ahhhhh, shit, I-I'm…! Nnngh, god, fuck!" Katsuki's voice echoed off of the walls, growing higher and higher in pitch, louder and louder until it reached its peak. With a cry of ecstasy, she threw her arms around his neck and slammed herself down in his lap. Her cunt swallowed his cock completely before rubbing down on his balls, taking him as deep as possible before squirting around his thick cock.
"Fuck yeah, that's a good whore! Squirt for your king!" He grunted, rolling his hips up and just grinding into her womb as her pussy flooded her royal juices down his balls all over the throne.
"Yessss! I'm your whore! Treat me like your whore! Fuuuuuck, I can't stop!" She was drooling from her mouth as much as she was from her pussy, her entire body convulsing and spasming, squishing her tits against his muscular frame, trying to wrap her legs around his back, grinding down on his cock, pressing it into her womb as every extra bit of pressure sent another wave of orgasm through her.
If this was what it felt like to hold power, Izuku was certain he was addicted. Gone was the obedient slave boy, replaced by a dominant king as he flipped them around again. He slammed her back onto the throne, stepping one foot onto the seat to prop himself up before starting to fuck her.
"Fuck, yes! Fuck me!" She begged, eyes wide as he finally took full control, no longer making her ride him and instead taking her cunt for himself.
He sneered and pinned her against the throne, fucking the royal princess on the royal throne like a royal slut.
"You don't give orders anymore." He grabbed her hair, yanking it to force her eyes to look into his, forcing her to stare directly at the face she was so used to bossing around while he spat in her mouth. "You were born to serve me."
Like an obedient slave, she swallowed his spit and didn't look away from his eyes for even a second, repeating after him. "I was born to serve you!"
"Fuck! That's right, bitch! Such a tight fucking cunt…and an even tighter womb…fuck, I'm going to cum!" He moaned, lifting both of her legs up to her shoulders, putting her in a mating press right on top of the throne before pounding down into her with all of his strength and weight. "Who owns you, bitch?"
She eagerly opened her mouth for more of his spit. "You own me! I'm your whore, King Deku's whore!"
"Fuck, you really will say anything for my huge cock, won't you?" He smirked. "Name me king, then! Do it properly this time! Make it official."
For just a brief moment, a flicker of doubt flashed across her face—was this really just a sexual power trip when he was telling her to use the official ritual of making him king? Even Izuku himself couldn't tell, his head far too high in the clouds. His cock throbbed with the need to pump his sperm deep into her womb, and he would do anything to make this power trip feel even better. And she would, too.
"I…I revoke my claim to the throne!" She cried out, tears pooling in her eyes. "I revoke my crown! Deku…Deku is the new ruler!"
As if a few simple words carried a hidden magic, Izuku felt the strength of the entire kingdom running through his veins as he fucked her harder and faster, heavy and loaded balls smacking her ass red. "Worship your new king."
Her eyes began fluttering shut as she moaned. "All hail king Deku."
He yanked her hair harder, forcing her brain to not black out just yet. "Louder! Worship me so the entire kingdom can hear who their new ruler is! Let the castle know that their princess just handed the throne to her slave!"
"FUUUUCK!" She screamed as she came once again, squirting around his balls and making an even bigger mess this time as he brutally fucked her through her orgasm, sending her pussy fluids splashing everywhere. "All hail king Deku! All hail king Deku! ALL HAIL KING DEKU!"
The mantra echoed throughout the entire throne room, finally putting Katsuki's loud voice to good use. It echoed even louder in Izuku's head. The feeling of the crown fitting perfectly on his head…the sight of his princess—his queen—splayed out on the throne drooling and screaming and begging for his cock, the desecrated throne beneath them…and the sound of her voice, the official exchange in power…the rush of euphoria was too much, engulfing him as he buried his cock deep into her womb.
"Fuck, I'm cumming! Right into your womb, you feel that, cunt? Take my load! Fuuuuck, take it and get pregnant!"
An hour ago, she'd been his ruler and him her slave. Now, she spread her legs even wider and moaned as his thick servant seed flooded her pussy, directly into her royal womb. "Yes, fuck me full of your children! I'll carry your heirs!"
He moaned and as his hips ground forward against hers, pumping as deep into her womb as possible. "Yeah, that's all you'll be good for now, slut! Carrying my heirs…just a cunt to extend my bloodline, that's all you are now! Mmmmfffuuck!" His eyes rolled back into his head before squeezing shut as shot after shot of seed drained out of his balls. It was easily the largest orgasm of his life, her pussy milking his cock like both their bodies were desperate for him to knock her up.
He slowly reversed their positions for the last time, sitting on his throne once more, sliding his back against it, fitting perfectly while letting her sit on his lap and resting her cheek against his shoulder. She snuggled up against his neck, gasping for air, cunt still clenched around his cock tight and warm. His arms came up around her to hold her close, the power trip slowly fading as his intense orgasm finished draining out of his body.
Time became a blur that passed them by, their brains still recovering from turning into jelly. Eventually his cock softened, but she remained on his lap anyways, eyes shut. Neither of them could fall asleep, either. They lay awake, resting together on the throne, until finally Katsuki found her voice.
She slowly leaned back just enough for them to look into each other's eyes. "...all that shit I said…while you…while we were…"
He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "What about it?"
Her face flushed red. He'd seen her make so many new facial expressions in the last few hours.
"I'm still the queen…just so you know. All of that was just…"
He laughed lightly and kissed her cheek, making her face flush even redder. "Of course! Of course, your majesty. I understand." His hands slid down her back, massaging lightly as her body relaxed in relief. Then, his fingers found their way to her pussy, sliding inside, carving out some of his cum, making her gasp as it dripped out while he leaned in closer to whisper into her ear. "You can be the queen all you want in front of them. But with me, when we're alone…you're my whore now, isn't that right?"
"Fuck off!" Her face looked two seconds away from exploding as she shoved her hand against his face to push him away from her ear, trembling in his lap. "Don't get cocky now j-just because…"
"Because I fucked you so hard you revoked your crown and gave it to me?" He pointed at the crown on his head. "I think I deserve to be a little cocky right now, your highness."
She huffed, but buried her face in his chest to hide from the world. "Just…get us out of here so we can clean up. And clean this throne."
He patted the back of her head before placing the crown back on her. "As my queen commands."
The power trip had ended, but after falling so deeply into it the way the two of them had, things would never be the same again. Their power dynamic had completely shifted now…and neither of them could be the slightest bit unhappy about it.
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