The King and I Chapter 8: Satisfied but Uncertain.

Same as last night, you heard the drapes being shifted apart, and then felt his weight on the bed behind you.

You stayed completely still. 

Petrified.

Was he going to kill you in his bed? Would he do that? Surely not? But, then again…

His hand gripped the back of your neck and he held you face down on the bed. 

You didn’t make a sound.

Suddenly, he grabbed your side and flipped you over onto your back and shifted his hand from the back of your neck to the front of your neck, and kept you pinned down.

Unintentionally, you stared up into his face with fear- then, suddenly realizing you were looking into his eyes, you looked away.

You desperately wanted to speak, desperately wanted to beg him for you life, wanted to scream… but you swallowed all of it, remaining deathly silent instead.

“You should be dead,” King Kageyama said in a dark voice, “a male, in amongst the concubines. I should slaughter everyone who let you through.”

“I’m sorry,” you croaked out, tears flooding your eyes.

“DON’T SPEAK,” king Kageyama snapped, that scowl darkening his face.

You shut up again and waited.

“You are willing to service me…” king Kageyama then said. 

It wasn’t a question… it was more of a statement but he also left it open on the end and you blinked back tears and stared at the black sheer drapes to your right.

His hand slowly made its way down the front of your dress, then slowly pulled it up, exposing your knees, then thighs, then your cock that was semi erect.

You swallowed thickly, your larynx shifting in the palm of his hand. Because you weren’t looking at him you couldn’t see the slightly smug smile on his face as his own cock swelled in his royal garb.

His fingers traced through your pubic hair, across your pubic bone, making your skin quiver under his touch.

The automatic reaction for your cock was to stiffen, and it grew in length the more king Kageyama teased around it.

“What is he thinking?” you wondered, the tears drying up as the pleasure you were feeling between your legs increased.

The king slowly brushed his fingertips across your balls and the skin contracted, making your now swollen cock twitch with delight.

Without thinking, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye and saw how hungrily he was staring at your cock, like he wanted to drop his head down and suck on you.

The very thought of that made pre-cum bead at your tip and you quickly looked away again and blinked.

“Is king Kageyama gay?!” you wondered suddenly.

It would make sense, wouldn’t it? Did he know you were a male from the beginning?

As you wondered these things, the king lifted one of your legs and hung it over his shoulder, using his fingers, coated in saliva, to exercise and stretch your hole in preparation for his cock.

Your own cock continued to twitch as his fingers slipped in and out of your hole, then once he was ready, he unzipped his pants and pushed his throbbing cock to your ass hole, not waiting before forcing himself deep into your hot cavern. 

“He’s hard,” you thought with grimaced delight, “if he didn’t like men he wouldn’t be hard.”

You gripped onto the sheets, holding on for dear life as king Kageyama sank his hips into yours over and over, his pelvic bone smacking into your balls with each thrust.

Because you were on your back this time you could hear him panting and gently grunting and it made you harder than ever.

“I want to touch myself so bad,” you cried internally but you dared not move your hands from their posts.

Faster and faster the king fucked you, leaning back a bit and holding your leg straight up so he could really pound into your ass hole. The angle he had you on was stroking your prostate something terrible- well, terribly amazing, and you could feel your cock pulsing and swaying as your orgasm built.

“Oh no! Oh no, I’m going to—,”

You came at the same time the king did, your cum spurting out all over your dress.

With embarrassment and fear, you jammed your eyes shut and thus missed the sweat dripping down the king brow, and the smirk on his face. 

He pulled out of you and left before you could even catch one more glimpse of him and you lay there for a second, a little dazed and confused.

Quickly, you sat up and pushed your dress down to cover yourself, then got off the bed and walked to the door where Hinata was waiting for you on the other side.

The orange haired guy spotted the cum on your dress immediately and a look of fear crossed his face.

“What is it?” you asked fearfully, looking down at your dress.

“If he refused to cum inside you, then that’s not a good sign,” Hinata said, “did you do something to displease him?”

You hung your head and nodded glumly.

“Yes,” you whispered out, “well… although that’s MY cum on my dress…I did a few things wrong that time,” you thought.

Hinata nodded, still with a worried look on his face as he led you back to your bedroom.

Silently he let you in and left you there, to continue brooding over what had happened.

You lay on the bed again trying to figure out what on earth was happening.

“Is he going to use me until he has had enough and then kill me? Why hasn’t he killed me yet now that he knows that I’m a male. He’s threatened me at the very least… but that’s about it…. Is he really gay?”

So many questions. And zero answers. 

These questions kept you up all that night, gnawing away at you until sleep deprivation and desperation made you teeter on the verge of snapping.

It was late the next night that there was a knock at the door and you jumped violently, your reaction being very dramatic compared to the modest knock.

Hinata then poked his head through the door and smiled up big at you.

“He has called for you again! This is a wonderful sign,” he said with a bright expression on his face, his radiance doing nothing for your void mood.

Mechanically, you stood up and walked towards Hinata who held a hand out to stop you.

“Wait. You need to change and look well dressed for the king, you can’t—,”

“I can and I will. Take me to him,” you said with uncharacteristic firmness as your unwavering gaze held the shorter orangette in place.

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