Pampered by the Villainous Tyrant King

Chapter 32 (MM)

Then his hands moved underneath her cloak, travelling upwards from her waist to cup a breast with each hand. Then they pushed back the ripped cloth of her shirt to fondle the bare mounds instead.

Annabeth flushed as he played with her stiff nipples, tweaking them in any direction he liked. Even if the cloak covered what he was doing, the trepidation that they would be caught made her secretly anticipate what they were doing.

He truly was a villain, this bastard. A bastard that was beginning to understand every erogenous area on her body.

Sitting on a horse also made things more difficult. Every bit of movement on a horse translated to a rhythm of her grinding her sensitive pubic bone against the leather saddle and pushing the king forward to rub against her butt.

The king leaned forward and kissed the tender skin behind her ear, muffling an erotic moan that sent shivers down her spine. Annabeth whimpered. This man was just too sexy to be real.

She couldn't bear it any longer with his heated hands groping her chest. Just some time ago, those fingers had been all over her body, teasing her between her legs until she was barely a lucid being. It was probably his nefarious plan for her to "practice" holding the reins so her hands would be too busy to stop him while he could freely play with her body.

Annabeth bit back a loud gasp as his calloused hands roughly squeezed her breasts, bordering between pain and pleasure. Percy kissed her temple, a romantic gesture in contrast to what his hands were playing. Alternating between soft and rough, his fingers fondled her breasts while tugging the hardened nubs between his fingers.

Finally, they arrived at the stables. The king moved away, finally releasing her, but Annabeth felt a sense of loss as his warmth went away. But before she could do anything, he had helped her dismount and directed her towards the nearest bedroom, which was hers in Dahlia Palace.

"You're dismissed," the king barked at a pair of maids who were cleaning her quarters.

Annabeth felt she could no longer look her maids in the eye after this. It was so obvious what the king and queen were planning to do.

As soon as the door closed and they were alone, Annabeth felt her back connect to the wall before the king eagerly stole her lips. She angled her head until his lips melted into hers, hands gripping at his neck and shoulders so his body would be closer. The king never let go of her lips for more than a second for them to catch their breath before he devoured her again.

His hands flew all over her body, first cupping her butt and squeezing the plumpness before pulling down her riding trousers. A long finger ran down the length of her cloth covered entrance. Her entrance had never stopped being aroused after he had continued their sexual escapade on the ride back to the palaces.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled in her ear.

Hearing the king curse in front of her when he had never done so before sent another series of tingles throughout her body. His darkened green eyes were looking at her with lusty delirium like she was the only woman he desired in the world. Another wave of fluid flooded her entrance. At that moment, Annabeth knew that they weren't going to stop tonight, and her body tingled in anticipation.

The king dropped to his knees, pulling down her underwear until she was exposed to him.

"Spread your legs, my queen."

His tongue that had been in her mouth just a few moments before now lapped at her entrance. She could feel his lips and tongue rile her up at her labia before circling gently at her clitoris, sending warm tingles up her spine.