Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

H elheim

Aria

He slid his thumb deeper, the sensation slightly painful and completely foreign.

I tensed, my body instinctively resisting, but there was nothing I could do. I was powerless against the Dark King. I tensed, expecting the worst, but then he stopped and pulled his hand away.

"Get down on your knees before your king," he demanded.

I scrambled off his lap, my legs shaking and weak as I rushed to do as he commanded for fear that if I didn't, he might decide to spank me again. The rough stone dug into my bare flesh as I knelt at his feet. My ass burned and I whimpered as my punished cheeks brushed against my heels.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

My face burned with shame.

"I'm going to give you a choice for the next part of your punishment, little thief. Either I can fuck that virgin pussy, that tight little ass, or your throat. Choose," he demanded, and I looked at him wide-eyed.

I'd never done any of those things before.

"I will do no such thing," I blurted out and he chuckled, the sound dark and terrible.

His hand swung out and I expected a slap, but it never came. Instead, he gripped my hair in his fist and yanked my head back.

His eyes were glowing with dark purple magic, and his smile was malignant as my heart pounded in my chest.

I felt his claws extend, and a shiver ran down my spine. He dragged them across my neck, the tips digging into the sensitive skin there a bit too hard and I feared he might cut me. I winced, gritting my teeth, but refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that it had hurt.

"You will, because if I choose for you, you're not going to like what happens next. I will make sure of it," he growled, and my stomach squeezed tight with anxious nerves. I didn't see any way out of this. There was no getting out of this. I didn't know if I could escape back to Sungard and find safety there. I didn't know if the Dark King had the power to find me even if I did.

"I hate you," I snarled.

"I know, but you will choose which one of your pretty little holes I'm going to fuck anyway," he said hoarsely, and I pulled back, glaring at him as he lightly stroked his cock through his pants with his free hand while yanking my hair roughly with the other. I shivered, my mouth dry. The air between us was heavy with tension.

He would force this if he had to. He was the sort of monster that would pin me on my back while he sank his cock between my thighs, stealing my virginity as his, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Even worse, he could press me down on my belly right here in the throne room and take my ass for the first time, which would undoubtedly be more painful than him taking my innocence in the first place. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I was certain that I would end up crying all over again.

It was better to choose.

And, although the thought of any of the choices he had offered me filled me with a sense of dread and anxiety and very reluctant arousal, only one seemed like the best option.

He smirked, his dark purple gaze piercing straight through me, and I knew in that moment that he already knew my choice. He had known it before I did.

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry as I finally uttered the words he wanted to hear.

"My throat," I whispered.

He leaned forward, his breath hot on my cheek. His lips brushed against my ear and a chill ran down my spine.

I didn't like this. Not at all.

"Then open up, little thief," he commanded. His voice was a low growl, and I trembled, but I couldn't do it. At least not right away.

I had to fight back.

As if he sensed my disquiet, he gripped my chin and pressed his thumb into the back of my jaw, hitting a pressure point and causing a flare of agony to surge through me. I whimpered, keeping my lips shut for the moment. I tried to fight him, but the pain deepened until my vision went hazy. When I finally opened my mouth, he relented, but the pain was slow to fade, and he kept his thumb in place just in case he needed to force me once more.

Then the pads of his fingers pressed against the underside of my jaw, and he tilted my head back.

"Now, now, take your punishment like a good girl or I'm going to have to take off my belt," he warned, and my backside clenched knowingly. His hand had hurt a whole lot and I had no doubt that his belt would be even worse.

I imagined taking his belt anyway, and a jolt of fire laced straight down to my clit.

He brushed a stray lock of hair off my forehead, his gentleness taking me aback for a moment. Then he reached down and gripped his belt, slowly undoing it. My eyes widened, and I shook my head, my throat dry as fear seized my insides, but that didn't stop him as he freed his cock.

I'd never seen a man's cock before.

He was enormous, far larger than I could have imagined, and he was thick too. The head was swollen and red, and his shaft was rock hard. His fingers curled around the base, giving it a few lazy strokes, and he groaned.

I licked my lips, wondering how he was even going to fit inside of my mouth.

"Who am I, little thief?" he pressed.

"A monster," I snarled, and he laughed, the sound dark and ominous.

"Bad girl, I can see that this next part is going to be very difficult for you," he threatened.

I went to move backwards, but his hand moved to grip my hair tight in his fist and I cried out as pain blossomed across the back of my skull.

His cock brushed against my lips, and I flinched. I closed my mouth, and he gave me a warning glare before he yanked my head back a bit further, punishing me once more with that same pressure point. When the pain was too much, I finally relented and opened for him once again. Then he pressed his cock past my lips and into my mouth.

When the head pushed against my tongue for the first time, I was shocked by the taste of him. It was musky and salty and for some insane reason, he tasted good. A new wave of heat spread between my thighs, and I swallowed as he pressed onward. I tried to draw my head back, but his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place, and there was nowhere for me to go to escape his conquest.

Merciless bastard.

He pressed his cock into my mouth further still until the tip nudged the back of my throat.

Immediately, I gagged, but he didn't stop. He kept on going, and I panicked, but there was no choice except to take what he was giving me.

My throat constricted as he filled it, the sensation overwhelming, and I coughed and sputtered around him, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, but he didn't relent, and I slowly got my gag reflex under control.

Then his hips began to thrust.

It was a strange sensation at first. Every time his cock pressed past my lips, my gag reflex was set off, and I had to work hard to get it under control. The head of his cock touched the back of my throat, and I coughed, but soon my body learned to adjust to his tempo.

His movements were slow at first, almost as if he was testing me. His thrusts were steady and controlled. He pulled out all the way until the head was just between my lips and then thrust back in again, all the way to the hilt.

In response, I let my teeth graze the velvety skin of his cock. Immediately, he tightened his fist in my hair and gave it a hard yank. A bolt of pain shot down my spine and I quickly drew my teeth back.

This time when he thrust forward, he hit the back of my throat and didn't stop. I gagged, but then my throat opened up and took him and soon, he was thrusting his cock into my mouth again and again, harder and faster, and all I could do was take it.

Like a good girl.

His words echoed in the back of my mind and I shivered, but still my face fucking went on and on and eventually I worried that this would be worse than the spanking over his knee.

"Who am I?" he questioned with a harsh growl.

I went to push against his thighs, wanting his cock out of my mouth so I could tell him where to shove it, but he didn't relent. Instead, he just kept fucking my face and then he asked the question again.

"Who am I?"

" Fuuu— " I tried to speak, but he pressed his cock in deep and it muffled the words coming out of my mouth. I sputtered and he asked it again.

"Who am I, little thief?"

I didn't answer.

He fucked my mouth harder, his movements quickening, his cock slamming into the back of my throat. My cheeks ached and my jaw hurt. My eyes watered and I coughed and gagged, but I had no choice except to endure it until he came.

Until he came in…

Gods, the realization that he was going to come in my mouth finally hit me just as he thrust past the ring of muscle at the back of my throat.

I panicked and tried to pull back, which only resulted in him fucking my face that much harder. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I hoped this would stop soon because I didn't know how much more I could take.

Desperate for this to be over, I swirled my tongue around the length of his cock and suckled harder, trying to show him that I could be contrite in this one thing so that he would come and then my punishment would finally end.

The Dark King grunted, and his hips began to buck wildly, his cock thrusting faster and faster.

"That's it. Take your king's cock down that pretty throat," he demanded.

I hated him, but a part of me was burning with heat. I wanted to press my fingers in between my thighs.

I wanted to come again.

This was wrong. It was all so very wrong, but somehow it felt so damn good.

The Dark King thrust deep into my throat, and I gagged. His grip on my hair tightened, the pain flaring as his movements grew more unhinged and I suckled harder.

I would have begged him to come for me if I hadn't had his cock shoved down my throat.

"Who am I?" he snarled.

"My king," I sputtered, far too desperate for this to end to think rationally anymore.

Suddenly, he tensed. He slammed his cock into the back of my throat one last time and then his entire body stiffened. I didn't know what was happening, but he was suddenly coming, his hot seed pouring down the back of my throat, and I gagged. His cum spurted into my mouth again and again and he didn't let me go.

I had no choice but to swallow every last drop.

He held me there for a long moment, his cock lodged deep in my throat until finally his movements slowed, and his hold on my hair loosened. He slid his cock from between my lips, and I gasped, drawing in a ragged breath and then another.

It was finally over.

When he released my hair, I scrambled backwards and swallowed again, the taste of him still fresh on my tongue as I glared back at him.

"I hate you," I whispered.

"Good," he replied.