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She moans against my fingers before sucking them in between those pretty lips and licking them clean. I pump myself a few more times, allowing more to drip out. This time, I let it fall across her chest. I can’t stand it anymore. My hands are suddenly on the lace bodysuit and I rip it to shreds, freeing every inch of her body for my eyes to feed on.

“Oh, my queen, I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting for me.” I growl, reaching out to pinch her taut nipples, peaked and waiting for me. She cries out with pleasure, positioning her hips to align herself with me. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she silently begs me to slide my pulsing cock inside. I can’t resist the temptation as she guides me in deeper and deeper. Her walls clench around me as she spreads her legs wide to accommodate my size. I’m overcome with desire as I pull her towards me, picking her up so I am holding her on my cock. I planned to slam her onto the bed and pound her pussy, but instead I turn us toward the wall and press her up against it. From there, I work my hips up into her. Hitting places that make her explode all over me. Her cum covers us both. Her lips leave mine as she cries out in sweet, sweet agony.

“You want to be my king?” Her voice wavers against my ear, her breath heavy and ragged.

“Fuck mon Reine,my Queen.You know I want to be your king more than anything.”

Quinn’s eerie laughter fills our room. “Then you will be, when you earn it.” I spin us off the wall and lay her on the edge of our bed. Her feet find the foot board and she braces herself against it once again, allowing her knees to drop open, giving me full access to pound her pussy the way I intended. Instead, I pull my entire length from her, then flip her over to face our bed. My hand slides up her back and into her hair. Lightly tugging at first, I bring my other hand down against her ass, palming it with a squeeze. Quinn yelps as I slam my thick cock back into her drenched and dripping pussy. My hips thrust into her at the same time I fist her hair, pulling harder. Using my feet, I slide her legs open even wider to accommodate me in this position. Leaning over her body as I sink my throbbing cock into her inch by inch. Rasping now at the feel of her clenching around me as I reach her in all the deep, dark places she loves so much.

“Why must you be so difficult mon bijou? Is it because you fear Arkham will not put a queen above their king?”

She says nothing like the naughty tease she is. Quinn loves to push her limits. Why would fucking be any different? I take her silence as the omission of guilt it is. “L’amour de ma vie,love of my life, they will bow to you if their king tells them to. Arkham will obey their king”

While my words fill her ears with promises, I intend to keep her walls close in around me. My hips work quickly, thrusting us both on our way towards an orgasm. Her pussy drenches me as I demand, “Cum for me, mon petite reine,my little queen.”

My queen can not resist my command. She explodes once more, tugging me over the edge along with her. She’s trembling with pleasure as I pump her full of my cum. When I’ve finished filling her to the point it’s dripping back against me, I pull out with a low throaty growl and then my hand slides down between her legs. My fingers find her swollen clit easily, working to rhythmically knead it until I have her crying out, begging me to send her over a second time. Closer and closer I inch her, even going so far as to slip a finger inside. My Queen is about to slip away. “Good girl,” I coax, pulling her towards the gratification she’s chasing.

I drop to my knees, dragging my tongue against her, slow and steady. “Should I clean up my mess, then ruin that pussy all over again?” I moan against her.

Quinn breaks. “Please,” she cries, gripping my hair, tugging me in further to lap and suck until she’s consumed by the first wave of orgasms. I take from her until she has nothing more to give, until she’s sensitive and spent.

The familiar tug on my hair draws my lips up to meet hers. Her tongue slams into me, starved and addicted.

“I love the way we taste together.” She moans, sucking my tongue, enjoying every last morsel of the two of us left behind on my tastebuds.

“Fucking delicious mon ange,my angel.”

I need to finish her. I give my cock a few strokes before working it into her while slowly thrusting in deeper and deeper until I can slide all the way in and out. My hips pick up the pace as her pussy grabs my sensitive cock one more time. It’s not going to take much more of this before I am filling her again.

Chapter four

Flashback

Myfeetcrashagainstthe pavement, and my lungs blaze with fire. They’re gaining on me. I can hear the squeal of tires in the distance, skidding I hang a quick left hoping to lose them in the park. I’ll have the advantage of a head start. If my parents are watching over me, the way everyone claims these days, I pray they keep me from being caught. I’m sixteen years old. I should be working my first job, going on dates, and doing normal teenage things. Instead, I am running from Arkham knights. The irony of being chased by what you were destined to become. Maybe that’s what makes it easy to slip away from them, remaining just barely out of their grasp and unreachable. I trained my entire life to become a knight and work my way up in the organization. I dreamed of the day I would join the ranks with my parents by my side and now I only want to get as far away from the Arkham mafia as possible.

Car horns blare as I go barreling across the street towards my only chance at escaping them tonight. Sweat beads drip down the back of my neck. There’s a stone bridge near the center of the park. Beneath it is a small service room where the maintenance company controls the sprinklers and other park utilities. I know the combination from when I spied on the maintenance man a few weeks ago while plotting my next escape.

My ears are ringing as I push myself harder than ever. The bridge has just come into view. I’m so close to it. Somehow, over the slapping of my shoes against the pavement, I faintly make out the sound of voices in the distance. His servants are here to collect his property. They all want a chance at bringing me in and collecting their reward. No less than at least five of the knights chasing me are out for blood. I had a little run in with them last week. When they got too close, I fucked them up pretty good.

My body slides beneath the bridge and slams into the stones at full force. My fingers work quickly, keying in the passcode. I hit the wrong number, and curse under my breath, slowing down to avoid triggering a fifteen minute shut off feature. The door lock clicks and I’ve never been more excited to be locked inside a room. I can hear them above me on the bridge. Quietly, so as not to make a noise, I make my way to the darkest corner of the small room and crouch down low, trying to be as invisible as possible. There’s no telling if they are smart enough to figure out my hiding place. If they do, I won’t stand a chance. The five of them could easily rip open this door, trapping me inside, leaving me cornered and with nowhere to escape.

It’s hard to take small sips of air. My lungs still burn from the marathon I just ran. I want to pant and suck in as much air as possible, but I worry any sound I make might echo, alerting my hunters to my whereabouts. I snuggle into the corner and close my eyes, continuing to focus on my breathing. I must have dozed off from lack of oxygen or complete exhaustion. The next thing I know, it’s morning, and I am startled awake by the sound of the lock clicking open to grant the groundskeeper access. My heart hammers in my chest as I sit frozen in fear, unsure of what will happen if he discovers me sleeping here.

Chapter five

Atmyfather’ssafehouse we sit on the patio overlooking the pool, and expansive gardens. On the table is a delicious spread of all my favorite foods from when I was a child growing up. He’s trying to butter me up for something. He thrives on a hearty diet of surf and turf. I pick at my Mac and cheese pizza while staring off into the gardens. He’s had all the hedges trimmed to resemble the shape of a penguin. I can appreciate the way he’s gloating about his victory. I should say my victory. If it hadn’t been for me and Selena, Christian could have failed. No one is giving me any credit for everything I’ve done for Arkham as of late. It’s been boiling away beneath my skin, leaving me irritable, with an insatiable thirst to be recognized.

“I assume you’ve seen by now the honor I bestowed on Christian. He’s like a son to me. You know that, though. I’ve never forgiven myself for what happened and he’s proven himself to be more than worthy of his roles within Arkham. In time, I hope for him to take over for me. I want to retire, and I want to live to see my grandchildren.” He says in a serious tone.

“Grand babies?” I repeat, nearly choking on my bite. “What makes you think I want children? We’ve been over this. My childhood wasn’t exactly fantastic and I see no reason to bring a life into this chaotic world.”

“And I’ve told you repeatedly, you will produce an heir, willing or not. Enough of these unpleasantries. I invited you here because I thought you would be happy to hear I am slowly planning to hand everything over to Christian,” my father barks at me, but I am used to his bark. He rarely intimidates me.

I roll my eyes, “Oh yay. Excuse me if I am not ecstatic to learn that everything that’s mine by blood right, everything that was built for me, is just going to be handed over to a man, because of course, a man can do this job better than your own daughter.”

I stand to leave, but he glares and points a finger at my chair. I’m not ready to push my limits just yet, so I sit, entertaining his power struggle.

“Daughter,” he sighs with frustration. “I thought this would make you happy. I thought you wanted Christian to have everything. Why the sudden change of heart?”

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