by Celia Crown
The monstrous cock stands tall and proud, just like Daddy.
I muffle a shriek with his cock, strong fingers fucking inside me with vigor and my tummy quivers in shock. It’s coming, my orgasm is climbing too fast and I don’t have time to make him feel good if I’m too tired from coming.
I redouble my efforts, swallowing his whole length as the best I could. Daddy won’t be defeated by me in second place, he rakes his nail over my clit and I come with blinding lights. My walls tensing and releasing around his fingers, he pushes my clit down and my voice is lost between vibrations stuffed with his girthy length.
Daddy comes too, taking me by surprise when his hips surge forward to compel me to take him to the root. Long and hot spurts of thick cream fill my throat, splattering on my convulsing muscles and I shake in response to the amount of creamy whites smearing everywhere. I take the shaft out and one jerk has the last spurt of cum hitting my cheek, I try to dodge with a cough from my sore throat.
Running hotly down my cheek, I stare at his cum-stained cock.
Daddy is his own species because he’s always so hard.
Chapter Ten
Leon
The only time my kingdom has been this upbeat is when I came back with another territory under my belt, but this wedding is on a whole new level.
With the heiress of Ennis, Mina made sure I knew her name, came to my home to overlook the preparation herself, it got much busier. Staffs and coordinators move back and forth with everything to make the wedding up to Mina’s dream fairy tale standard.
Money is not a problem, Mina can have all the perfect details in her wedding. One word and I will change the entire venue if it’s not up to her specifications or if she has a change of mind.
The suit and dress measurements had been taken the day after I had her in my arms. I had instructed those who are making the clothing that Mina is to not wear anything revealing or their head will be hanging from their own needles.
I stand impatiently on the top of the step with the minister dressed neatly, I glance around the area. The Ennis family is there with the loudmouth heiress in her pink dress, the King of Ennis will be walking Mina down the aisle and it explains why he isn’t present at his wife’s side, also there are guards around us for safety precautions.
This is a grand wedding with more people that I would like, I was thinking of just having Mina and the minister as we speak our vows. I never saw it this way, but after Mina painted a picture of what our wedding would look like, she said it sounds lonely.
A big venue without a single soul, I don’t have the heart to take away her happiness with her new family after the incident with her real father. I know that not having her father walk her down the aisle still hurts her because knowing that she is an unwanted child breaks her heart.
I caught the fragments and held them until she is ready to piece them back together, I would have done it for her if she didn’t stand up by herself. My little girl is strong, she doesn’t need a scumbag like the man in my prison cell.
If he thought that hurting Mina and getting away with it because he is her father, then he is sadly mistaken. The Northern Kingdom won’t get their commander back until I am finished with him, and that could be a long time as I will purposefully forget his existence.
Mina thought she would be walking down the aisle by herself just yesterday, but the Ennis King said that he will be walking her down because as her father, he wants to hand his daughter to a man who will cherish her for the rest of her life.
He aimed that at me and I gladly accept him as Mina’s new father, I can see that he truly loves her from the bottom of his heart. Mina is his second daughter, even if they aren’t blood-related and she isn’t of royalty.
Mina has many people loving her unconditionally, and I am one of them who loves her for being my little girl. Things might have turned out different if I didn’t show up at the ball, it was the first time I had listened to the councils and it had brought me Mina.
They will get some leniency the next time they come up with some bullshit.
Music comes on, several types of instruments harmonically coming together in a beautiful soft melody. I forgot we had a band of music in the corner, this wedding is making me too impatient and out of focus as all I want to see is Mina.
The door opens and I turn to the noise, in walks the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.
A lacy and intricated dress hugging her soft body, sinking into her plush shape as she slowly walks down the aisle with the King’s elbow holding her hand. Her small shoulders get covered by the sheer veil that contrasts with her black hair and the pair of eyes that I love immensely.
An indescribable shade of blue.
My suit is custom made, fitting my massive body in ways that normal suits can never. Every cut is made to define my body through the sleek black color that contrasts the whites of my button-up dress shirt. The tie is comfortable around my neck as the cuffs around the sleeves have no weight to them, even the shoes and pants are precise in their sewing.
Mina though, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she is.
“King Leon.”
I greet the older man, wrinkles etched around his face and wisdom shines through his eyes as he smiles at me, I have only met with this man two times to discuss matters of security. He is a reasonable man that uses logic and prefer to have peace rather than wealth if it means a war.
I didn’t see eye to eye with him.
I wanted war. I wanted the blood on my hand as I feel the pulse of my enemy’s rushing blood through my fingers. I thrived on hearing the anguish and devastations that I leave behind, no one is innocent in my eyes. They are willing to go to war with me, and I will not have mercy on those who do not put their heart into battle and expect anything other than defeat.
Mina changed me; yes, I still crave bloodlust, but Mina wouldn’t stomach the sight of death and I won’t go into any more battlefields if she asks me.
I will only go when she is in danger.
“Mina is precious,” the King said, “You must treasure her, love her and make her see that she is wanted.”
“I will,” I promise.
Ennis’ King nods, content with my confidence before letting Mina’s hand slide into my own as I take her up to the final level of the steps. I hold her hands tenderly, rubbing my thumbs over her knuckles as our eyes meet through the veil.
She smiles shyly at me, and my world fades away.
The minister says something, but I tune him out, we have had practice before so I know what will come next. I time it when it stops, it’s a small distraction as Mina stares back at me with so much love that my heart flutters, so I resolve to soaking them into my body.
The minister stops, I take the silence as a cue to lift up the veil. Mina looks at me in confusion; this isn’t what we practiced, but I have changed my mind. Our vows are sacred, and it should be spoken for her ears only.
I drop the veil over her head, bathing in her beauty as blue eyes blink owlishly at me. My little girl is so pretty, too pretty for a brute like me with too much blood on my hands. I don’t deserve her angelic smiles for many reasons, most of them are moral objectives, but I do deserve her. I deserve her because she is my redemption to the darkened soul that I keep locked up; her love stops the thirst for blood and it lusts after her melodic laughter and my name on her lips.
“I make this solemn promise to you,” I whisper in her ear.
“To be the man you love, to be the warrior pledged to your heart, to be the husband of your equal. For as long as I live, you will be mine; I will not make you shed a tear, for there will only be happiness. I will protect you, for I am your shield. I love you—for the past, the present, and the future because you hold my heart in your little hands and love me for who I am.”
Glossy blue eyes curve in happiness, brightening as time goes by.
Mina is taken back by my vows, she forgets the vows she had prepared by the small bit of panic in her eyes
. She recovers quickly with a breathy laugh, and she beams like a ball of sunshine.
She steps closer to me and whispers, “Perfection is a difficult thing to get, but I have you. I do believe in fate and destiny as it had led me to you, lead me to believe that a girl like me can be cherished by you. There are choices where I could have made, and things would have changed, but I will always choose you. The King, the tyrant, the gentleman, the defender— I choose all of them, for as I am in love with you.”
Stepping back onto her heels, she smiles at me. The twinkle in her eyes sways any doubt that I had when she forgot her vows, my smart little girl spoke her mind rather than rely on the words she memorized.
The world only contains both of us as I almost lean down to kiss her full lips. One tradition for her would be great, she would remember our kiss with the vows ringing in her ears.
The minister says something, I ignore that too. Mina is too captivating with my undivided attention, she is absolutely gorgeous with those blue eyes and smiling lips.
Our vows pledge ourselves to each other, I will fulfill every promise I make to her.
“You may kiss the bride,” the minister said.
I swoop down, not wasting a second, and press our lips together. I taste her sweetness, gently kissing her without the fiery passion underneath this cool façade. The plushness is so soft, softer than the finest silk and sweeter than honey. I slant my mouth over hers, and Mina squeaks quietly and mumbles my name. Too low for the minister to hear over the music, but I heard it.
“Mine,” I growl back.
The service ends with the music turning up. Ennis’ King takes Mina’s hands to the first dance, twirling her around like the princess she is. The whiteness flowing around her dainty little feet, flaring in extravagance as the flowers and veil hang off the ceiling and walls to surround them in a world of their own.
She has a smile that I have never seen before; calm blue eyes glancing up at the older man with tenderness and a smile playing gently on her lips like a flower in the Spring. It’s a smile that sways me to love her more. Her smile to the man is pure happiness as she has accepted him as her only father, and he had accepted her to be his daughter, whether she has his blood or not.
I am glad for her, she has found someone who can fill in the empty father figure space within her heart. She craves to be acknowledged to be a daughter and that she is a good girl no matter what happens.
“I give my daughter to you, and she will be loved,” the King said, letting Mina’s hand fall into mine.
“She will.”
I grasp her small fingers and let the music sway our feet as I hold her waist, rubbing the dip of her hips to pull her closer. Mina looks up at me, love clearly taking over her blue eyes. My heart thumps loudly in my ears, a sense of tranquility wash over us as I notice the Ennis King and Queen dancing, and the heiress dancing with her fiancé.
“Daddy,” she whispers, giggling under her breath as she gropes my biceps.
I hum, waiting for her to continue through our dance.
“I love you,” Mina said, blushing furiously and blinking her lashes in bashfulness.
She murmurs, quick and adorable, just like my Mina. “I love you, I really do. Thank you for giving me this life, for giving me your love. I don’t deserve it, I haven't done anything for you to do all of this. This wealth, this status, this dream—”
I put a stop to her insecurities, “I love you.”
“You didn’t have to do anything to deserve this, Mina. You have changed me, love me even when you know what I can do. I’m a tyrant that nobody wants, a king despised by other nations, and I am a man you saved from loneliness with your glass heart.”
Blue eyes widened in curious wonder and shyness reddening on her cheeks.
“With these bloodied hands, I don’t deserve to hold your pure body, I don’t deserve your unconditioned love, and I do not deserve you. However, I am a very possessive man. You are mine the moment I saw you, meant to be my wife and the mother of our children.”
She’s stuttering and blushing furiously, scrambling to find her thoughts as her face explodes in redness. Steam would have come out of her ears if it is possible, her brain is going haywire so she asks for the only thing her body knows how to calm down.
“Daddy, I want a kiss.”
She gets one.
Chapter Eleven
Mina
I twirl around in my wedding dress, silliness trap my legs under a ton of fluffed fabric. My hair is taken down from their hairstyle, there must have been one hundred bobby pins just to hold up the fancy knot.
Everyone has gone home after the wedding, Daddy said to not disturb us for any reason because he is going to feast on me. Excitement bubbles in heart, causing goosebumps to rise in my arms as I spin around. Letting the heavy dress settle down on the carpeted floor, I giggle gleefully as I feel like a true princess in a ball, dancing with a prince charming.
“Take it off,” Daddy commands with his hand heavy on my hips to stop my spinning.
“Help me?” I widen my eyes, feeding his dominance with my innocence.
I turn around and his hot fingers trace the curve of my neck, trailing down the column of my throat with one sweep. Daddy touches the zipper hidden in the dress, gliding the teeth down with a slow and purposeful drag that has anticipation rising in my body. Kisses litter on my bare shoulders, letting the soft material fall off of them as he uses one tug to pool the dress around my feet.
I close my arms around my strapless bra and the coolness breathes on my quivering tummy with my panties clinging to my butt. Heat trickles down my panties with the radiating warmth from Daddy’s big body, my face burns when I feel it begin to get slick with my juices.
Steady and determined hands, Daddy works on the clip of my bra to free them with a bounce as the contraption falls to the ground. He firmly holds both of my breasts in his large palm, squeezing and kneading the fleshiness.
I moan his name, roll my hips back, and breathes my desire through shortened heartbeats.
Daddy pinches my nipples, tugging forward to let them bounce back with a hypnotizing wave. Rough palms skate over my tummy, leisurely snapping at the flimsy fabric of my panties. I impatiently rock my hips to the hot shaft on my back. Now is not the time for Daddy to have the patience of a saint, he’s never like this. Whenever he gets his hands on me, he’s always ripping away my clothes and tearing away my panties like they are tissue paper.
He has an unlimited supply of panties for me.
His thumbs hook into the hem, resting his hands on the flare of my hips and I whine for him to go, go, go. I need to feel his hands do something else other than stringing me along.
“Daddy!” my voice echoes a pout.
“I’m doing this for you, little girl.” Daddy grunts, tugging the panties down and it drops to my ankles.
I step away and turn around to him, blushing under his heated gaze as shyness creep up on me with a glint reflecting in those dark eyes.
“I’ll hurt you,” he said, but I don’t think he would.
I show him my resolve by taking his big hand and cupping the slickness of my pussy. I’m usually very shy and reserved, but Daddy brings out this dirty girl with boldness attached to her and I don’t regret finding this side of me.
“I’m okay, Daddy. I need you,” I whimper, jutting my lips out to push my pout further.
He knows my limits, and he knows I get wet just by one look too. Sometimes I get too wet that Daddy has this animalistic look in his eyes, if he didn’t want to wait for our wedding night, I would have been in bed for days.
“Get on the bed,” he barks, I turn around and speed to the massive bed and clean sheets.
I sway my butt, making sure he’s watching while I climb up with my pussy open for his eyes.
A smack forces my face down on the comforter and I squeal in pain, Daddy’s strikes come down on my other cheek with sharp precision. I mewl throatily, shaking from the pain conforming into a wa
ve of pleasure as my butt stings and throbs with the heartbeat in my throat.
“You will get what you want but do not tease me when I am holding back.” he smacks my cheek again.
Wincing, I push my face for air and gasps, “But, what if I don’t want Daddy to hold back?”
“Then you get fucked like a whore under me,” he snarls, rumbling purr tumbles out his wide chest.
I moan at the thought, my pussy throbs in agreement. “I want that, Daddy. You’re always so gentle with me, but I want all of Daddy. The monster you keep telling me about too.”
He cups my pussy again, a thumb pushing between my folds to swipe them down towards my clit, but he doesn’t touch me there. Smearing slick as he inches towards my pulsing hole, he rubs the opening with a roughness equivalent to the dirty thoughts flowing in my head.
I need to tease him a bit more, shyness can move to the side because Daddy makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Grudgingly and very reluctantly, I crawl away from him and drop back down on the bed as I turn over.
Daddy’s eyes are wild, close to unhinging with a glare to scare me back into his arms. I bite my lip, peeking at him through my lashes and slyly smiling. That narrowing suspicion in his eyes sends shivers down my spine, and I spread my thighs with a finger in my mouth.
“Since Daddy won’t play with me, I guess I’ll play with myself.” I grope my breast with one hand and pinch a nipple between fingers.
Daddy’s intense gaze flickering between my perky nipples and soaked pussy makes me feel lightheaded. My inside throbs, the longing within me bubbles at the thought of Daddy pouncing at me as he is slowly crawling up the giant bed.
I tease a finger over my nipple, whining at the sensation to get his demanding attention. Working my other hand down my tummy, gliding through the planes of my pelvic bone to reach the tip of my pussy.
