Pampered by the Villainous Tyrant King

Chapter 41 (MM)

Percy's lips strayed down to her jawline, pressing small kisses there. Simultaneously, his hips slowly rotated in small circles, giving them both relief in small doses. If he couldn't control himself now, then he might be too rough. He tried to rein himself in, but it was getting difficult.

He settled for planting red flowers on her tender skin that bloomed underneath his lips and teeth. The sons the nobles had brought in earlier to be her male concubines had dared to look at her neck. Let them look, Percy thought harshly. Let them look and find all the signs of him left over her body.

"Your Majesty," she whined.

The queen bumped her hips up. Percy chuckled against her skin. He was torn between teasing her some more, but it was also equally torturous for him as his arousal struggled against tight cloth.

Cloth flew up and over the queen's hips as his hands pushed up her dress. The queen wasn't making it any easier as her hands playfully grabbed at his shirt to pull him closer.

Percy growled and pinned her misbehaving hands above her head again with one hand while the other slipped underneath between her thighs. She was already beginning to be wet as his fingers stroked the length of her slit over the quickly dampening cloth of her underwear. Part of him wanted to bury himself inside her right away, while the other wanted to tease her until she was squirming for release underneath him.

"Kiss me...," the queen moaned.

"What?"

He had been drunk off the perfumed scent of her skin that he missed what she was saying. The queen impatiently repeated her request and he quickly caught on, hungrily devouring her lips. The queen's little shriek of surprise was muffled in their kiss as his finger pushed aside the cloth and gently stroked the bud flowering from the heated atmosphere.

The queen arched her back as a deft finger explored each side of her inner walls before slipping back out and coating her clitoris with her arousal juices. Her hips twitched as the sensitive nerves were stimulated.

Percy enjoyed watching her squirm as her mouth opened and closed in soft breaths. Her beautiful grey eyes that he could find himself getting lost in were half-lidded but concentrated on him as he slowly built up her pleasure.

"Would anyone other than me make you this wet down here?" Percy whispered into her ear.

The queen shuddered as his fingers curled slightly within her.

"Hnngh, Your Majesty..."

Her teary eyes were pleading with him to get on with him, for him to bring her to a climax.

Percy merely chuckled, enjoying the slow tease and her frustration. He was frankly raging to be inside her, to bury himself in that tight warmth that encased him like a glove. For now, he settled for observing every shift in her expression as he experimented with alternating pressure of his fingers until he found the right rhythm that made her go woozy with pleasure. Every now and then he would remove his fingers, slick with her wetness to rub circles over her clitoris.

She was beautiful, her grey eyes that contained the stars that looked at only him in the moment. Her chest swayed in the light, reminding him of the story of a supposed goddess of beauty who once walked straight from the ocean waves.

"Mmmhhh...," she moaned.

Percy kissed her once more to shut off the stimulating breathy sighs escaping her tempting lips. He could tell that she was right at the cliff as her body suddenly tensed right before her body shook as her pleasure exploded.

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Annabeth surprised herself with the sounds that came out of her mouth as she climaxed from his mouth and fingers. For the first time, she felt that the Eldoris king was a villainous tyrant. A tyrant who liked to dominate her body until she was falling over and over with pleasure.