Hansel & Gretel-The Twin Demon Hunters

Chapter 19

Gretel looked at the King and said,” I have been asked to clean the artifacts and figurines in both the floors my Lord. So that the guests do not think poorly of or castle or household. I shall get out of here at the moment. I did not know that anyone was going to be here at this time.”

Saying this Gretel started going away from the monarch but the King caught hold of her arm and spun her around. Gretel was expecting such a gesture and she thought the same vision of the King buried hilt deep inside her body while she was riding him like a woman possessed more clearly and the King moaned and groaned at the same time. The King had no idea why he was seeing such things and that too not with the Queen with the maid whom he had just faced two minutes earlier. It was like he had become lust crazed and he needed immediate remedy for that. After all this woman was nothing more than just a maid and the price of having relations with her would suffice with a bag of gold.

“What is your name?” asked the King in a gruff voice looking at the beautiful face of the maid. She had fair skin with dark eyes and dark hair with high cheekbones making her look almost regal if you took a look only of her face.

“Rosa Maria, my Lord,” said the woman with a trembling voice.

“Come with me Rosa Maria,” said the King as he opened the doors to his chamber. Gretel was immediately hit with the stench of coal and sulphur which was coming from a corner of the room. This room had been prepared very carefully for receiving a special guest and Gretel doubted that it was going to be no one other than the Lord of Hell himself. But how was that supposed to happen when the soul of the King was still under the control of the King himself and not the Sorceress.

The King entered his chambers and then looked at the woman who was still standing near the door, scared, not looking up. The King smiled on having scored a virgin beauty on such a day, and he felt that the stirring in his loins were growing more by each minute.

“Don’t be standing there in the doorway like a showpiece lass. Close the doors and come here,” said the King as he shrugged off the robe he was wearing.

Gretel’s eyes darted all around the room and she saw that the mirror was covered. And the slight smoke was coming out from underneath the covers. She could very well understand that the magic of the Queen lay in parallel dimensions where she could trap the souls of the creatures whom she would be taking under control. And the Queen took control of the souls with through s****l relations and she would be chanting the Egyptian ritualistic tongue with a hieroglyph made on the body of each person. But that was going to take a lot of time and she would need everyone together and how did that exactly work?

“So lassie, you are not married are you??” asked the King as Gretel stood before him and the King had removed his clothes to a great deal showing his heavy muscular body. The physique could not be described as  that like that of a model, lean and stuff but definitely even without the six packs on his abdomen the body of the monarch was drool worthy to most of the females of almost every century. There were multiple tattoos on his body which had been inked mostly for protection and strength and winning over his enemies.

“No my Lord. I have not been married yet,” said Gretel, as she looked up at the King who was now coming closer to her and then looked down at the carpet again. She was expected to behave like a sweet scared naïve girl from the village and she was playing the role with aplomb. But inside her slut was licking her lips and doing back-flips in order to make the King hers. As she was thinking that she suddenly saw that there was the ink of a small chain at the ankle of the King which was visible from above the boots. Gretel smiled at it, so this was how she kept the King and his libido in check.

“May I take off your boots my Lord?” asked Gretel, softly as the King caught hold of her neck and face and looked in her eyes.

“Yes you may do that,” said the King as he captured her lips in a kiss. The man could definitely kiss and moreover he knew how to touch a woman, this was the difference between a man and a boy, thought Gretel, as the King touched her hips and pressed her buttocks tightly and then kept on kissing her with a searing touch. This was the reason that Gretel understood had made it so easy for the Queen to capture the libido of the King. He was extremely sexualized and it was only natural that his previous Queen had not welcomed his advances or gestures in any way while Gwendolyn had considered it to be the easiest way to capture control of his body.

“You have extremely soft lips and a marvelous body underneath these drab clothes, so why don’t we get off them from you and see what you have been hiding beneath!!” said the King, as he uncovered the bonnet that she was wearing on her head which every maid was supposed to wear. Gretel moaned at the touch of the King and then gasped looking at the lust in his face.

“But my Lord….I am ….I have never…I don’t know….what will I say to my family if I am with a child?” asked Gretel, as she brought genuine fear in her eyes masking her lust for this fine male specimen.

“Well we can think about that later, can we not? And the Queen cannot give me a child, so the Crown Prince will have another brother to take care of and to pass on the Crown if something happens to him, if you bear me a son you will want for nothing,” said the King softly as he kept on undressing her. It was not his natural habit to undress women before f*****g them, before Queen Gwendolyn he never had felt the urge to do that also but now he could not wait to see her entire body and touch her olive hued skin and mark her, this woman as his.

There was this odd saying in few parts of the world that once a man sleeps with a witch then he can never sleep with any normal woman again. For most of the part the saying was true that the s****l prowess of a Dark sorceress was much greater than a human woman but there was only one creature who trumped over the entire covens of witches and that was a succubus. Gretel smiled at the thought that Gwendolyn could even think that she could sway her control over the King with a succubus present in the Kingdom…How naïve of the Queen….

The King kissed Gretel as she caught hold of the King’s head and pulled him in for even a deeper kiss and rubbed her breasts wantonly like a slut on his chest, which was hard and the touch of her n*****s made him even harder. He caught hold of her n*****s and pulled her dark hair and Gretel pushed the King towards the bed and the monarch was so caught up in the ecstasy of the kiss that he did not even bother to see that Gretel had assumed the form of a demon, that is she had unfurled her wings and beautiful red horns had grown from the top of her head. Her eyes had changed colour and become two pools of darkness with red rings for irises.

“May I take off the rest of your clothes Master?” said Gretel softly in a husky voice and the King groaned something akin to yes. He could not believe that he had found out such a treasure at the time when he could not think of anything else other than Gwendolyn. This woman was the perfect antidote to his current Queen, but he would not be able to marry again then how would he keep her close to him and make him do things like this at any time…

Gretel almost tore off the breeches from his body and then pulled off his boots only to find that the Queen had shackled the King all up his legs starting from his ankles and then ending at his loins making him wear an invisible chastity belt in the form of linked chains. But her magic was not powerful than that of Gretel’s and she knew how to break the enchantment.

She caught hold of his d**k slightly which was standing up proudly with a slightly curved end.

“So beautiful my Lord. May I touch it?” asked Gretel, huskily as the King sat up a bit on his elbows.

“Yes, suck on it with your mouth, can you do that lass?” asked the monarch and Gretel could only smile at the request for a blowjob.

“Of course Master!!! I would do anything you ask me to do,” said Gretel, as she placed a kiss on the top of his hard c**k and then started sucking on it while tracing the chain links on his skin with her nails making the King shiver with pleasure but actually she was breaking the links only to break the magic of the Queen and she knew that she might have to suck on the blood that came out so that none of the effect of the linking poison remained in his body.

Gretel sucked the King until he violently came in her mouth, making him scream out loud in appreciation. Not even Gwendolyn had been ever able to do that. The King made a decision then and there that he could never let this one go. While on the other hand Gretel was busy sucking his blood and licking them from the straight incisions that she had made on his thigh and ankles. She kept on licking his entire body and the King did not stop moaning and groaning and caught hold of her long hair and then pulled her back to his d**k, but this time Gretel came up even more. She settled in the chest of the King and placed a quick kiss on his chest and touched his n*****s.

“You are so strong Master. I never expected anyone royal to take notice of me ever,” said Gretel, and the King opened his eyes and looked at Gretel who was now in her demoness form but that did not even bbother King because he was in her thrall which would last for quite a number of months.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life and I am never letting you go. You will be the mother of my sons and the sons of my son. You are going to be bethroed to the Crown Prince at the feast tonight so that I can take you whenever I want and however I want to,” said the King as he pulled her up from his side and made her sit on his hard c**k.

It was pointless saying that Gretel rode the King to exhaustion with a smile on her face.