The King's Crown: The Complete Series
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Erica couldn’t go too far because of his hold but she could still buck in place, her lips slapping down into his body as her tight throat embrace pumped his throbbing shaft again and again and again.
Saliva dripped free as the air was filled with the sound of wet slurping, Erica working with a one track mind to please him, with positive results. Her sudden, intense, deep throat attack got his urges flowing.
Jack’s entire body tensed in place as something began to surge through him, something hot, thick and explosive and with a roar he let it all out; he came into her body.
Warm ropes of seed poured directly into Erica’s throat and down into her stomach, every single pulse sending a fresh rope of the heavy jizz into her, every single throb radiating through her lip lock. Of course it went without saying that she drank it all up like a good follower.
His orgasm seemed to go on and on until he had no more to give. His climax eased up as his cock’s excitement levels sunk, just the last few drips being suckled out by the obedient Erica.
Eventually, once there was no more cum left, she peeled her head back with a messy slurp, white dyed drool dribbling down her face.
“Hmm, all finished,” she purred, licking her lips clean of that jizz stained mess, “Did I do good? Did I do it right?”
Damn, how obedient she was acting was so darn hot. Jack didn’t know he had such a fetish for subservient women. Perhaps he didn’t have one at all, or didn’t used to anyway. Maybe it was all thanks to the power of the crown? He didn’t know either way, he just loved it.
Listening to her soft words flowing out, and looking at that lustful expression on her face, quickly got Jack’s excitement levels soaring again. His cock had only just gotten soft and yet it was already standing up again, nice and hard.
“So good, like you wouldn’t even believe. However I’m not finished yet. I still need more.”
“Yes Jack.”
No, something was wrong, that wasn’t right at all. Sure his name was Jack but his mind simply knew that response was off.
“Don’t call me that anymore,” he said to her with a grin, “From now on I want you to call me your king.”
“Yes… my king.”
There it was, that was much better. He could feel the aura of power flowing through him, radiating around him. Yes, as long as he had the crown he wasn’t just some simple archeologist, he was a king.
“Good girl, now offer yourself up to your king. I want to mark your body as my property.”
Erica was completely captured by his power, his might, his authority. Obeying him to the letter she lowered herself down onto the cloth flooring below, down onto her back with her legs spread open, her dripping pink pussy revealed.
“Please,” she begged as she parted herself for him, “please take me your majesty! Please give me the honor of being your woman! Your property!”
Her words got his royal sceptre throbbing. She used to be his partner but with her posed like that, under the incoming moonlight, he could only see her as his bitch.
Jack pushed his body down onto her smaller frame, his erect cock pressing against her wet slit. Once he was in position he sunk his hips down, burying his hardness deep inside of her.
A shuddering squeal poured from her lips as her velvet tightness was spread open and wrapped around his engrossed dick. A single thrust buried him right to the hilt, introducing her lower half to every single inch of his big, fat, cock.
Erica moaned hotter and hotter as he simply paused there, deep into her loins, allowing her body to attempt to adapt to his mighty size, allowing her to appreciate every single inch.
Once Jack was satisfied with seeing her expression struggling, he bucked back before thrusting back inside.
Again she released a loud hissing sound, her entire frame bouncing under his strength, around his dick. However this time Jack didn’t stay still, he continued to work and continued to move, shifting his body up and down, using her wet pussy to satisfy his needs.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he grunted as his meat spear pierced her pussy, stirring up her needy tightness, “From now on you belong to me and me only.”
“Yes, yours! I belong to you my king!” Erica cried out as she ran her hands down his back, nails dragging over his skin, losing her head to the emotions with her mind already missing.
Jack had never felt so strong and dominant in his whole life. With the crown still around his temple he bucked and pounded his hard cock deep into Erica’s body, her figure squirming around beneath his force, her limbs twitching from the sensation overload.
At first it was just her hands wrapped around his muscular frame but soon she had her legs around him as well, clinging onto him like he was the only thing which mattered in the world and with her mind under his spell that was how she truly felt about him.
The way she passionately gripped him only got him more and more excited as his strength and speed increase, his actions getting harder and sharper, making louder moans of bliss pour from her lips. She was driving him crazy.
Suddenly the Erica who he knew as a friend was nowhere to be seen. This wasn’t the Erica who worked with him on all those expeditions, this was a slut who needed to be used.
Those dominating thoughts coming from above and those sensations of pleasure from down below were a double attack that brought Jack to his limits. He could feel the warmth building in his core; he was about to cum.
“I can’t take it any more,” he snarled as he thrusted into her with the last surge of strength his body had, “It’s finally time to mark you, it’s finally time to mark you as my property. I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum deep inside of you!”
“Yes my king! Mark my womb as your property!”
Her body was just as obedient as her mind and eagerly accepted all of his affection and boy did he deliver.
Jack buried himself into her after a final rush, right to the very hilt, and began to cum, releasing all of his built up seed deep into her needy pussy with throb after throb sending the ropes surging.
Erica melted in bliss as she felt all of his hot raw cream flowing into her, flooding her loins. That claim on her body was the final straw for her own emotions and suddenly she began to cum, her excitement gushing out in the most visual way possible.
Together the two of them remained locked together, her climax releasing as he drained his own deep inside of her.
That moment of orgasmic bliss seemed to last for a lifetime before eventually fading to a messy conclusion, the floor plastered by her juices with his cum trickling from her pussy.
The two of them breathed deeply as they drew apart, both of their bodies completely exhausted after such a passionate showing. There was no way they’d be able to keep doing shifts after burning through so much energy.
Still naked, with their tent a mess, the two of them eventually succumbed to exhaustion, the crown still in Jack’s possession.
Jack had thought the entire thing had been a dream until he’d awoke the next morning to find the tent still the way they’d left it. Sure the wetness had dried but they were both still undressed and he was still wearing the mythical artifact.
“Oh shit, what have I done!?” Jack said to himself as he finally thought things over with a clear mind. She’d been his partner for so long but he’d just gone after her like an animal!
His loud voice stirred the sleepy Erica from her slumber. He wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him, how mad she was going to be. However she wasn’t mad at all.
“Good morning my king,” she purred, lifting her tired head, brown hair a mess, “How may I serve you today?”
That moment of clarity didn’t last long for Jack. Hearing her talking with that subservient tone again got him grinning from ear to ear. What did he have to worry about? After all as long as he had the crown he was truly a king.
“Well I fancy some breakfast, and if you do a good job then I might reward you with an early morning blowjob.”
“Rig
ht away my king!”
Erica set off to perform her duties while Jack laughed to himself, the power flowing through him. It felt so good to be king.
Ruling the Hostess
It’d taken quite a few days but finally Jack and Erica were out of the jungle and were back in civilization. They were a step closer to getting home, with tales about the ancient city they had discovered, and with the mythical crown as proof.
Jack actually felt a little sad about being back amongst other people. He had enjoyed being alone with Erica, with her serving his every whim. In that private place he could wear the crown all he liked and live as a king. He couldn’t do that here, the crown had to be kept hidden and safe.
Without the crown on his head, Jack no longer had total control over Erica. Their relationship was pretty much the same as it had been before he put it on. It was like she didn’t remember a thing about being his servant but he did, and he missed it.
He treated Erica as his equal but deep down he wanted to rule over her again.
Despite his desires, Jack knew he couldn’t allow himself to get carried away by the sensation of wearing the crown. It was sure to be a prime museum piece when they got back home, it would be out of his hands. The faster he could forget about using its power the better.
It was hard though, it was oh so hard to forget the thrill of having total command over another.
Still Jack refused to give into the temptation, even when the two of them were completely alone in hotel rooms, away from prying eyes. He would not allow himself to fall down the rabbit hole and get more obsessed with that artifact. He would simply try to regard the memory as a pleasant dream.
That was how Jack managed to contain his urges, even as his actual dreams begged him to retake his position on his throne.
Because protecting the crown was their number one priority, Erica and Jack weren’t going to be returning home on a commercial flight. The two of them had spent a chunk of their expedition money renting a private plane to fly them back to their own country.
Due to their plans it took them a few days to actually get the chance to leave, a few days of struggling for Jack as the crown was oh so close and the woman he wanted to control was even closer. Yet he managed to persevere and last the duration and finally the scheduled day arrived.
Gathering up everything, including their main prize, the two of them travelled off to the airport so that they could get their plane.
It was all supposed to be so very simple. They’d already paid for everything, nothing should have stood in their way. However complications managed to rear its ugly head.
As Erica and Jack wandered through the airport, on the way to their destination, they were stopped at a check-in desk by a flight assistant.
“Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t let you pass,” she told them.
“What?” Erica complained, “Why not? Our plane should be waiting for us.”
“Before you go we need to check your bags.”
“We aren’t commercial passengers,” Jack assured her, “You don’t have any right to check our belongings.”
This was one of the reasons the pair had made sure to rent a private plane. They didn’t want customs snooping around and discovering the crown. Nor did they want to discover that it had suddenly been ‘misplaced’.
“I’m sorry, orders are orders. I cannot let you through until you have submitted your bags for searching.”
Now this was quite the hurdle. They were so close to getting out of this country and yet somebody was standing in their way. Erica and Jack quickly huddled up together, sharing whispers between each other.
“Don’t you think this is a bit suspicious?” Erica whispered to her partner.
“Yeah, why would they suddenly make such a big deal about stopping us?”
“Is it possible they know about the crown?”
“Well they shouldn’t.”
“But what if they do? And what if they want it?”
The woman at the counter certainly didn’t look threatening. She was a very pretty young woman, probably around their age, with pale skin, dark brunette locks, and big blue eyes. However looks could certainly be deceiving.
“Then what? Should we make a run for it?” Jack asked.
“Are you kidding!? Who knows if there are armed guards waiting outside for us!”
“Shh keep your voice down or she’ll hear us.”
“Is everything alright?” the air hostess asked the two of them, seemingly sensing their distress.
It was possible that their suspicions were all in their head but the two of them couldn’t shake the feeling that the legendary artifact they had in their bag had something to do with it. That was when Jack got an idea. If the crown was the problem then maybe it could also be the solution?
“Alright, we’ll show you what we have in our bags.”
“Jack!” Erica gasped out.
“But, but, we’ll only show you, and we’d like to do it somewhere private. We don’t want anybody else seeing our cargo.”
The air hostess smiled at the two of them, “Certainly sir! If you’ll follow me I’ll take you to somewhere a bit quieter.”
As she began to move the two of them followed, Erica leaning over to whisper to Jack.
“Hey, are you sure about this?”
“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “I’ve got a plan. Everything is going to be okay.”
He’d told himself he wasn’t going to become dependent on the power of the crown but it appeared he needed to use it one more time. If they needed this woman’s permission to leave the airport then he was going to make her give it to them.
The place where the three of them arrived was a small room, the kind that looked like it would be used for an interrogation. The lights were low, the walls were dark and all it contained was a metal table and two chairs, not cosy ones either.
Jack made sure to check for cameras or for any one sided glass windows. There didn’t look to be any, they looked to have some privacy.
“Is this adequate?” the smiling hostess asked him.
“Yeah, this should be perfect,” he replied as he opened up the rucksack, the one which contained the grand prize.
He didn’t bother going through the motions of unpacking properly. He just took out what he had to so that he could remove the cloth wrapped main event, and the answer to this tricky problem.
The flight attendant’s eyes perked up as the fabric was pulled away and the pure gold and encrusted jewels were revealed below. From finding her target or just amazement at such a strange and beautiful thing, he did not know.
“What’s that?” she asked as the crown was completely revealed, “Is this why you didn’t want to open your bags?”
“It is. And now I’ll see if you already know what it is.”
Jack placed the crown back where it belonged, around his temple, on his head. Right away he felt that overpowering confidence returning to him, the touch of a king.
Erica, who had lost her submissive streak, was given it straight back as she released a sudden moaning sound. Jack’s return to the throne brought all the memories and emotions flooding back, making her squirm in place.
“Ah, my king,” she moaned, so pleased to see him again, the real him.
“Steady Erica. I have a few questions for our host. Now I want you to stay still and answer me honestly.”
Just like with Erica, the hostess found herself completely captured by his commanding presence. She barely knew him but suddenly she had to bow her free will down at the feet of the king.
“Yes,” she responded obediently.
“Good girl. First up, what’s your name?”
“My name is Stacy.”
“And how are old are you?”
“I’m twenty six.”
“Are you a native to this country?” he asked. Her pale skin, accent and name singled her out from just being any old local.
“No, I moved here from America a few years back.”
“And why did you stop the two of us?”
“Because I was ordered to.”
Now they were starting to get somewhere. Jack felt his suspicions, their suspicions, starting to prove themselves true.