CHAPTER 15: The King's violent claim!
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Following the king's command, the Epsilons started searching every house within the Kingdom and the palaces of its cousin princes.
With no evidence found in every home and palace, they made their way back to the King's palace with disappointing news.
The king continued on his way, leaving Epsilons to watch over every corner of the Kingdom. He issued a directive to apprehend and detain anyone displaying suspicious behavior right away.
All day long, the king occupied himself with efforts aimed at enhancing the kingdom. Although he accomplished much, the king showed little concern for the escapees, considering their plight insignificant in comparison to the challenges faced by the previous king during his training and assessments.
"Your majesty."
As the Lota left his room, he had just bowed to the king upon their encounter. The Lota has the responsibility of looking after his wife, Ysha.
He lifted his hand to signal her to leave and chose not to say anything. He entered the room without making a sound. He left his beta outside, and it pulled the door shut.
He observed his wife looking through the large window. The window was recently fixed due to the damage from this morning's disturbance.
He remained silent as he took a seat in the large chair at the center.
Ysha faced him.
"Come here, Omega."
Ysha responded right away when he called her.
Upon standing, she moved slowly in his direction.
The king observed his wife as she walked towards him. Her beautiful face bears some bandages due to the scars from being cut by broken glass.
"Omega, kneel before me," he instructed again as it came to a stop in front of his seated position.
Despite her kneeling, he remained focused ahead and did not look at her.
Ysha turned her eyes upward towards him as she knelt.
The king proceeded to take off his belt. Once he takes it off, he places it around Ysha's neck, resembling how one would put a collar on a dog.
His wife attempted to unbutton his pants, but he prevented her from tugging on the belt around her neck.
He gestured with a head shake.
"Omega, keep your hand out of it. Only your mouth." He instructs.
Ysha couldn't avoid his gaze when he glanced at the king's trousers. She gently drops her hands down before leaning her face in closer to it.
Using his mouth and teeth, he tried to unbutton his pants.
"What are you doing, Omega? What's the use of your mouth if you can't open it." He asked angrily and pulled the belt again making her choke more.
"Ugh." It grimaced as the belt tightened around its neck. He even coughed because of that.
He grabbed her head and pressed it in front of her.
"Do it again, Omega." The king commanded her once more.
Once again, his wife made an effort to undo his pants. Despite her struggle, she succeeded in unbuttoning the king's pants.
Ysha used her teeth to grip the zipper slider and dragged it down.
"P-please, y-your majesty."
It seems Ysha is urging him to listen as she has something to say.
The king scowled while he tugged the belt after yanking her hair to force her gaze upward at him.
"Y-your majesty." Ysha gently called out to him.
The king gently closed his eyes while inhaling, captivated by the alluring scent of his wife's pheromones.
"P-please, emit a few of your pheromones." As Ysha begs him, she starts to emit more pheromones.
"Not a chance, Omega." The king is pulling her hair tighter. “I have no intention of making you enjoy the taste that you crave.”
He aggressively pulled on the belt, aiming to increase the pressure and strangle her further.
“Satisfy me now, Omega."
Ysha hesitated to move, prompting him to tug her hair once more. Ysha's expression twisted in pain while tears formed in her eyes.
Ysha tilted her face down, suffering from the pain.
Feeling the heat radiating from his wife's breath as she parted her lips, the king instinctively closed his eyes.
With a playful bite, she grabbed the edge of his underwear and gently lowered it, setting the stage for an intimate encounter. His full size struck her face the moment it slipped free from his underwear.
"Do it, Omega. Don't make me repeat myself." He commanded her while remaining still and simply gazed at her.
"Y-yes, your Majesty." Only that word came from her.
The king closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar and comforting sensation of his wife's warm mouth as she softly took the tip of his manhood into her mouth. She also engaged with it by swirling her tongue around it.
"Yeah, like that Omega. Lick it." He held onto her hair tightly. “Suck me right away.”
Suddenly, the king forcefully thrust Ysha's head forward, completely inserting his entire size into her mouth.
Ysha began to cough as she drooled when the king withdrew his full length from her mouth.
"Not bad, Omega. I'm eager to see how much you can endure before giving up.” The king remarked as he thrusted his full size back in Ysha's mouth. He held her hair to prevent her from avoiding it and he began to violently thrust her mouth.
Sobbing, exuding sweat, and drooling.
She already blended those with her face, but the king totally ignored it. The king didn’t feel any disgust; in fact, he found himself increasingly drawn to the idea of possessing her mouth.
He wondered how she dealt with all the challenges he posed for her. He felt a strong urge to see the tears streaming down his wife's face as he relentlessly imposed himself upon her.
Watch her intently as she casts a look in his direction, yearning for him to stop whatever it is that he is engaged in. And intends to keep pressing her for an explanation until she takes the initiative to disclose why she chose to deceive him.
"Yeah. Your mouth is incredibly tight, omega." He spoke as he kept thrusting into her mouth.
With each shift of her hips, he maintained a firm yet tender grip on her hair, ensuring their movements flowed together seamlessly.
"Uhg.. uhmmm. Kyaaaa." Those sounds come from her.
As the king continually moved in and out, the echo of saliva filled her mouth.
Prior to withdrawing, he thrust it deeply into her mouth, ensuring that it extended all the way back to her throat with his entire length.
“You sense that, Omega. Did you feel how my c**k moves inside your mouth?" He said before pulling it out.
Lifted her by pulling the belt.
"Now, Omega. Give me everything you've got to please me." The king commands.
He wrapped his arms around Ysha's hips and settled her onto his lap. As Ysha had chosen not to wear anything beneath her robe, he simply moved the fabric of her robe aside to reveal her body.
He modified her placement on his lap, ensuring his entire form rested beneath her wet femininity.
He sensed the moisture of her softness, which allowed him to effortlessly slide his entire length inside, it feels as though her tight passage matches well his massive size, prompting a grin to form on his lips.
“I can see it clearly now, Omega. You enjoy having it in your mouth to become aroused like this. You're soft but fiery, omega.”
He even grazes the peak of her femininity.
Ysha found herself biting her lower lip, overwhelmed by an indescribable sensation that coursed through her body at the king's touch. A groan escaped her lips.
"Or you're just lustful."
Before she could react to the words, he gripped her hips tighter, making his imposing figure penetrate more deeply into her.
"Oh yeah! Omega. You're as tight as ever.”
"Ahhhhh." Ysha struggles with the pain of feeling his massive size press into her.
She held onto the king's shoulders tightly, as if drawing strength to ease the pain from his deep thrusts.
“Get your hand off, Omega. Only touch me when I allow it.”
The king cast a piercing gaze at her, prompting her to quickly retract the hand that had been resting on his shoulder.
Ysha placed her hand on the armchair where her leg rested on either side. She bit down on her lip as tears rolled down her face.
She appreciated the fact that the king took pleasure in possessing her, even though she felt quite differently.
"Move, Omega. Make me feel good." The king commanded again.
Ysha promptly followed his command. She started to shift his hips while on top of him.
"Oh yeah! Like that, Omega. Ahhhh"
The king sighed with satisfaction. He smirked while gazing directly at the lower part of their bodies where they were connected.
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