Haunted King

TWENTY-NINE | my tyrant**

Melody stared up at the red cloth that enveloped the bed. The room was decorated in red and gold. She looked down and noticed her body was basically naked. A thin red lace was wrapped around her breasts and waist but everything was visible underneath. Beads intertwined with her hair in small braids. She pulled off a small head peace and analyzed it. A small red veil traveled down with it. 'I am on a marriage bed," she concluded.

"You're so impatient," someone chuckled. Melody looked up. A tanned man with as little clothing as she did strode closer to her. His white hair and gold eyes gave him a regal air about him. He grinned a toothy grin, "who knew my wife would be so provocative."

She tried to speak but she couldn't. Only intangible sounds escaped her mouth. Her body moved completely on its own. She opened her arms for him which he reciprocated by grabbing her by the waist and kissing her. Melody's heart jumped as his hands trailed through the folds of the thin fabric. The small moment of skin on skin put a fire in her chest.

In the middle of her hazy thoughts the door swung open and around ten large and chubby men strutted into the room. Their eyes sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what was happening. They were going to watch her consummate their marriage. He broke away from her and kissed her neck. "Don't look at them look at me, princess."

Melody wanted to run away but her body didn't listen to her. "Only look at me," he trailed kisses down her neck till he reached her breast. He ripped off the measly lace and watched the fabric fall, revealing her body. The eyes of the men made her feel repulsed at his touch. She didn't want anyone seeing her like this.

Melody watched as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. His tongue flicked and sucked on her bud, causing her to involuntarily moan. His hands were roaming till one met her entrance. He had barely touched her but she was already dripping. He pressed two fingers inside of her causing her head to snap back. Either it had been too long since she lost her virginity or she was loosing it all over again.

Based off the blood on his fingers she assumed this version of her body was a virgin. He moved his fingers slowly. It was slow and painful but the rest of her body felt hot. People were watching her get fingered and that simple though sent shivers down her spine. He chuckled, "impatient indeed." He pulled out his fingers, "you're not cumming till I say you can. Do I make myself clear?" It was an order not a question.

She nodded. She was starting to remember who this man was. But his name was a blur to her. A prince who had come back from war victorious. After years on the battlefield he finally was able to marry his childhood love. It was a cute romance story except for the fact that he was a tyrannical man who only sought power through war. There wasn't a moment in his reign that the kingdom wasn't in war. There soon came a moment in their marriage where she would regret being with him.

He was abusive, narcissistic, and a cheater. Once he knew he had won her over he took many other woman into their marriage bed. The story ends with him confessing his love once again after she runs away. He burns down cities and murders hundreds to find her but all of that is ignored. The story ends with a confession and a kiss scene.

Melody had deleted that game long ago and buried the memory in her rage. It was a horrible ending and her feelings for the man had dwindled away completely by the end of it.

But here she was being forced to remember these feelings through the body of the actual character. "Your mind is elsewhere princess." She hadn't realized he was naked and pressed against her. Her eyes widened. He may be a little smaller than Gabriel's but it was thicker. And that scared her more.

He plunged into her and she felt like a burning stack of needles were scrapping her insides. Melody screamed out in agony. "I'll try to take this slowly. But I can't hold back forever," he pressed a hand on her stomach to keep her from squirming. He slowly pulled out then pushed back in. Melody cried out, her legs were shaking so she stilled them by wrapping her legs around his waist. "Are your urging me to go faster?"

She wanted to scream no but her voice was sealed. He moved out then straight back in. Her back arched up. Her eyes locked with his lustful gaze. She had completely forgotten the men in the room. She become extremely conscious of their fixed gaze on her body.

Her walls clamped down on him and she could hear him hiss. He leaned back down and sucked her other nipple. He was ponding her straight into the mattress. Melody muffled the moans by biting his shoulder. Her nails clawed his back as ecstasy fully replaced the pain. His name was on the tip of her tongue. It slowly reached the surface of her mind like the orgasim building in her stomach.

He pulled her up into his arms and flipped them around so she was on top. Normally missionary was the only position used in ancient times during sex, but he was an experienced man. He had pined for this woman since they were children. Every time he had sex her face was all he imagined. Now, even if it wasn't the proper way of doing things he was going to relive his long and tortured fantasies till she was shivering mess under and over him.

Melody knew of his sexual fantasies. She had watched them all in the game, but in this moment she didn't mind because the pleasure she got from it surpassed her concern.

•••

"Is it working?"

"A little too well in my opinion. I thought she would put up more of a fight."

"What do you think he is doing to her in his world?"

"Something crazy enough that her number for him has gone from zero to 40%."

"That's still not very high."

"Higher than it is for all of us combined."