Quartz grins beneath me, his confidence pissing me off. Not a chance in hell, this knight tops me. I bare my fangs in one last show of dominance. My body moves down to 'punish' him. I reach for his ass with my clawed fingers. Only for him to sit up, agitated.
"Only Blue can be inside me." He face showing his displeasure, pink sparks near his hands. I narrow my eyes in return.
"We'll I'm not being topped by anyone else either!" I hiss. Our beloved turns in his sleep, disturbed by the noise.
"Hush. I told you to stay quiet." Knighty grumbles. I press my lips shut. Quartz, impatient, pulls our dicks together. "Here." He breathes in my ear. My body shudders involuntarily.
'I'm not a fucking bottom!' I remind myself.
I grasp us together, refusing his hand. I rub aggressively up and down, to get it over with quickly. He doesn't complain. Our breathing rough and in sync. This continues before we climax together. Squeezing tight our members at the last second. I let go only for Quartz to start pumping us again.
"Hhn!" I glare at him, I had already cum several times that night. "Enough. Pig." I somehow manage to continue whispering.
"I need more." He smiles at me. "Surely a king can handle this?" Taunting me.
I snap. Shoving him down, taking a bite into his collarbone. His momentary shock led to the releases of his hand. I use my kingly strength to force his hands above him, drinking him up. He tasted bitter, but I didn't care. Struggling, quiet hissing, and trembling beneath me.
I decide to get rougher. Hands kept prisoner in only one of mine. The other leaving purposeful claw marks, show him who's boss. My fangs not drinking anymore, just leaving a trail of bloody bites, shoulder, arm, neck, and a last one at his nipple. I gazed down at my 'art'; wishing I could just rip this fucker's insides out. He was my mate's man, I had no right to kill him.
I expected anger, some resistance, he did nothing. His dick only got harder, his face a reddening, hungry mess. He shook in pleasure from the humiliation. Not taking his lustful gaze from me. I stop moving to admire his pathetic mess.
"Vlad." His eyes twitch. "Let me suck you off." His words and tone don't seem to match. Angry at himself.
"Huh?" I blink at him. The proud night wants to do what now? In shock I release him, he took it as the go ahead.
He pulls himself forward, leaning his head down to my meat. He complains before he gets to work.
"I don't want to do this." He hisses. "If you ever bring this up. I'll run off with master." He locks my tip inside him with his teeth, nibbling away at it.
Not wanting to think too deeply about it, I enjoy. Watching the all mighty knighty working me. My hand moves to cover his hair, gently stroking it. It wasn't like I was comforting him, just felt like the place to put your hand. After a while of messing with just my tip, I expected him to move down, but he doesn't. It's frustrating.
"Stop teasing me. Get to it."
He moves back. Looking up dissatisfied.
"Make me."
It clicked. Knighty here was a masochist. I grin arrogantly. This will work for me. I grip down on his hair, and shove him down on me.
"Suck away, slut." An uncontrollable chuckle as I say it. He does as ordered, his cock twitching with my words. I can't help but smirk away as I pant. This fucker will never have the upper hand on me again.
I get impatient to climax. Taking advantage, I pull him down while thrusting. He gags and shudders, he comes from getting deepthroated alone. He cums before I deposit inside him. I release his hair, he pulls up as I regain my breathing. My cum drooling out of his mouth. His own splashed on the bed.
"Want more slutty knighty?" I tease out, oh so amused and feeling superior.
He frowns at me, his eyes sending daggers. He moves off, towards the bathroom.
"This never happened Vlad." He whispers a hushed threat at me. "Tell a soul and you will burn."
I snicker at his empty threat. He can't kill me, and I can't either. Guess we're stuck with each other.
Might as well enjoy it.