She felt as though everything were like a dream. The lecherous king no longer treated her merely as an object to vent his lust upon, unlike before. He didn't leer at her with his predatory eyes, nor did he tear off her dress the moment she entered the room. Instead, he simply petted her, as if she were his lover.
Despite her deep unwillingness to be his lover, she found herself with no choice in the matter. The king seemed to fully understand her weaknesses and her fear of disappointing the queen. He knew she couldn't refuse him and exploited that knowledge without hesitation.
Compared to disappointing the queen, she preferred to endure the humiliation of being used by this lecherous king.
His fingers roamed over every inch of her body, his lips claimed not just hers but ventured down to her neck, her breasts, and even her armpits, which he shamelessly licked with his lecherous tongue. She lifted her arm, allowing the king free access as he indulged himself. Then, he slowly descended further, planting a kiss on her stomach.
"If we have a child, what do you think would be the most suitable name?" King Uther asked, his tone dripping with twisted amusement.
"I don't think this is the right time for such a discussion, King Uther," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. She had no desire for a child, nor did she intend to bear one.
"You will, eventually," King Uther smirked, draping his royal robe over her bare body before stepping back. "For now, this will suffice."
"Anyway, I think you should rest first, my beloved fae. You may go now," he whispered softly.
Sith clenched her fists in silent fury. She was supposed to be happy with the fact that the sooner he finished his perversion game, the better it would be for her. Yet, she wasn't. As much as she knew he didn't mean to dismiss her, but rather to act caring, however, in the darkest corners of her mind, she thought what he did was dismissing her because she had already fulfilled her role, and it was time for her to go, waiting to be called upon again to serve.
Her role was nothing more than that, to be the submissive girl who catered to his every whim.
Would she allow such a fate to befall her?
The painful memories of being dismissed as insignificant by her so-called peers and friends resurfaced in her mind.
Being bullied and discarded by them had instilled a deep hatred within her.
No, she would never allow herself to be discarded, abandoned, or cast aside as insignificant.
The submissive and fearful gaze she once had was gone, replaced by a cold and aggressive determination that King Uther had never seen before.
"You want a child, don't you, perverted king?" she muttered under her breath. "Very well, I will give you one."
Without waiting for him to reach her, she forcefully threw aside the robe he had offered to cover her naked form and kissed him with fervor.
In an instant, she tore off all of his clothing, leaving him fully exposed and entirely hers.
No longer the submissive Fae he once knew, her kiss was now filled with aggression and demand.
She rode the king with an insatiable drive, draining every drop of his essence into her sweet spot.
She never allowed him a chance to speak, her relentless kisses and the ceaseless movement of her hips left him powerless to resist.
His physique, weaker compared to that of a Fae, was no match for her as she drained all of his blood, leaving him dry and significantly weakened, now completely at her mercy.
Sith reveled in the intoxicating satisfaction that surged through her veins, a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Her newfound power over him filled her with a twisted sense of pleasure, and she denied him any rest, forcing him to tirelessly fill her womb with his essence.
When she finally confirmed that her body had already conceived his child, a sinister smirk curved her lips.
"I will never allow you to throw me away again, King Uther, never will." She whispered sinisterly.
With an unashamed and brazen demeanor, she walked out of the throne room, naked and glistening, with cum dripping from her pussy.
Every person in the hall who dared to look upon her bare form was swiftly drained of their blood with nothing more than a piercing gaze.
They crumpled to the floor, unconscious, their memories of ever seeing her wiped clean from their minds.
She smirked in satisfaction, relishing in the chaos she had already wrought.
Humming happily, she spotted the Royal Roman Bath, the one her perverted king usually used.
Since he wanted to mark her as his, she would let him know the consequences of playing with fire.
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Yeah, MC broke her so hard that she became yandere.