“Enough! I am your king,” I barked as she stood above me, bending me right back onto the floor.
“Yes, you are,” she said, licking the blood from her lips. “And I owe you an heir, Daddy.”
She released my right arm and took hold of the shadow hand she’d gifted me, forcing me to unbuckle my pants and free my bruised cock.
“No, stop,” I rasped as she made me pump it forcefully up and down for her, watching me with glee in her eyes while she made me do it so roughly, I feared she’d rip it right off. “Please, Lavinia,” I gasped in panic and she offered me some reprieve by having me stroke it more gently.
“Make me your queen,” she hissed, the threat of refusing her clear in her eyes. “You have put it off long enough.”
“We need a minister,” I blurted, hunting for a reason to stall her.
“The word of the king will be enough to bind us beneath the eyes of the stars,” she replied, a feral look in her eyes as she waited for my agreement, and I could tell that I’d pushed her for as long as I could with this. She wouldn’t wait anymore and perhaps with the announcement of Catalina’s union to that fucking rebel Grus, a royal wedding was just the publicity spin I needed to draw attention away from it.
“Alright,” I conceded, trying to ignore the way my fucking shadow hand was still tugging at my manhood. “I’ll set it up for the weekend. A huge celebration, the whole court in attendance and-”
“No,” she snarled, bearing bloody teeth at me. “Tell the stars now, Daddy. I want my crown.”
I swallowed thickly, staring up at her as she cocked her head and my hand squeezed my cock a little harder like she was warning me of what would happen if I refused, and I gave in.
“By the power of the crown,” I called out, tipping my head back to look up towards the heavens and crying out in alarm as Lavinia smashed a hole in the roof with her shadows so that I could actually see the stars. “As King of Solaria, I choose to bind myself to this woman in marriage. Let us both enter this union with clarity and honesty and forever be linked by the stars."
Lavinia clapped excitedly, tipping her head to the sky too and repeating the words in reverse. "I choose to bind myself to my king in marriage. Let us both enter this union with clarity and honesty and forever be linked by the stars as he makes me his queen."
I felt the slap of that bond fall upon us like a crash of thunder rumbling ominously throughout my soul and as I looked up at my new bride, she smiled a wicked, bloody, triumphant smile at me, urging my hand to move to move faster up and down my still flaccid shaft.
“It is done,” I breathed, watching as she dropped her head back and a crown forged of shadow grew to rest upon her brow, making her moan as she began to run her hands down her chest.
“I just want to please you, Daddy,” Lavinia purred, the cloak of shadows on her body falling away to expose her naked flesh. She was bloody and beautiful and maybe having a queen this powerful wasn’t such a bad thing, so long as she truly wanted to please me. She was mine to own, mine to ruin if I decided it, and as she released me from the shadows and allowed me to rise, I let myself indulge in looking at her lustful body.
She stroked a hand down my chest, her fingernails cutting through my shirt and tearing it off of me as she looked up at me with wide eyes, the crown on her head clearly tempering some of that rage in her and reminding her of her place. A queen’s job was to serve her king after all.
I started to get hard at last as her nipples brushed against my chest and she moaned softly, dropping her bloody mouth to my throat. Her skin was near translucent, darkness writhing through her veins in place of blood, but there was something endlessly seductive about owning this powerful being.
“You killed my butler. I will never find anyone good enough to replace him,” I hissed, reaching up to lock my fingers around her throat.
“Then you’d better show me how bad I’ve been, Daddy,” she said, biting her lower lip and I couldn’t deny I liked having this hold over her.
Besides, I was the Dragon King, if anyone could tame her it was me.
I spun her around, shoving her against the wall to my right and pinning her firmly there. She pressed her ass back eagerly and I lined my cock up with her entrance, a rush of power rolling through me at taking control of her, of reminding her that I was her king.
I was inside her within one hard thrust and I growled, taking my rage out on her over that article, over Jenkins, my fingers bruisingly tight on her arms as I crushed her to the wall and she cried out like the rougher I was, the more she desired me.