King Sized

God, she’s so beautiful, she breaks my heart.

I was doomed for a life of pining after last night.

Now I don’t know how I’ll survive at all.

Because she clings to me, whispering my name with such joy and longing—and for the first time, I allow myself to wonder if…if Britta really does need me. Maybe I’m not just a means of comfort or a distraction from her grief. If she didn’t have deep feelings for me, would she have looked upon me with such relief when I arrived to save her? Would she be gripping the lapels of my uniform jacket, leaning back and riding me with such trust, not an ounce of shame or hesitance? Would she have given herself to me so freely in the first place?

“Rex,” she moans, her hips writhing on top of my cock, and already I know that tone of voice. The queen is close to orgasm and as her eager servant, I am hungry to deliver satisfaction.

“My Britta wants to come?”

“Make me come,” she whines, nodding vigorously. “N-now.”

My cock almost blows her full of seed. Orders as such from this girl are my weakness. Or perhaps they are my strength, because I’m able to hold off my own pressing climax and tunnel my hands up the back of her dress, massaging her bare ass roughly. Then I gather wetness from the place where our bodies join and use it to slowly tuck my pinkie finger into her little pink asshole, making her eyes go wide. “You’re allowed to like it,” I say.

Her breath stutters out. “Rex,” she moans, clenching around my dick. “Don’t stop.”

I thrust up into her sweet body with quick snaps of my hips, milking my finger in and out of her virgin asshole in the same rhythm, and I marvel over the sight of her coming apart. Her eyes lose focus, her pussy growing damper and damper around me until I’m gritting myself to keep my climax at bay.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” she gasps, her fingertips digging into my shoulders. “I knew you would realize…”

Alarm trickles in at the back of my mind, but it’s too late. She calls my name one final time and grinds down on the orgasm, rubbing her clit on the base of my dick. And those little, rippling contractions of her pussy grip me by the loins and squeeze the seed from my balls. “Britta,” I pant, in an animal state of absorbing sensation, grunting every time my cock jerks in her tight channel, bathing it in my spend, possibly impregnating my sweet, little queen—and just like last night, that possibility rips more come up my pulsing stalk of flesh, filling her past the brim until I hear it splashing down onto the leaves below. “Britta,” I groan raggedly. “You honor me, Britta.”

She collapses into my arms a moment later and I hold her, stroking a hand down her hair and rocking her, our bodies still joined.

I knew you wouldn’t leave me. I knew you would realize…

The words she said echo in my skull, filing me with a sense of trepidation.

She thinks I’m staying.

Why wouldn’t she?

I’ve just rutted her once again after making a vow to leave. I haven’t been true to my own word. Have I…have I led her on?

That implies she has genuine feelings for me.

And I’m slowly beginning to believe she might. Impossible as it seems, I’m more than just security to her. My heart wants to rejoice. It orders me to kneel and beg her to be mine until the sun burns out of the sky. But is that what’s best for her?

No.

No, I’m not a king.

That is not in debate.

I’m unqualified. Unroyal. Unsightly.

Beneath her.

I have to help her see that. I have to do what’s best for Britta.

“What you said before, love…about me not leaving…”

She lifts her head and smiles at me, turning my throat crowded. “You are staying, right?” Her voice is so hopeful, it rends me in two. “You wouldn’t have…I mean…” Her face is starting to turn pink. “You wouldn’t have made love to me again if you were really going. You will be my king, Rex. Of course you will.”

Her king?

Oh God, I’ve been a selfish bastard. I’ve behaved atrociously.

“Will you be my king, Rex?” she asks haltingly, doubt already dancing in her eyes.

“Britta…” I begin unevenly, at a loss for words. There’s no way to explain myself. She was scared, she needed me, so I provided. I didn’t see this far in the future.

I’ve made her think the impossible was possible.

When I fail to continue, she pushes out of my hold, her feet settling on the earth for the first time since our embrace began. “You slept beside me that first night. You held me so tightly. A-and…you’ve kissed me, touched me, been inside of me. Did those moments mean nothing?”