It was just a few hours earlier when He barged through the doors to your throne room. A ram had been forced through the great double doors and He slew the first of your guards with his greatsword in an instant. Soon after, his soldiers came climbing in through the rubble and began the bloody clash that dispatched the rest of your faithful protectors while you sat and watched, dumbfounded, knowing that your husband had lost.

Now He was on top of you in your bedchamber. The ram had become his cock and it was forcing its way into your most royal throne room again and again, while you had no choice but to lay back and accept your new king. His teeth were on your throat like that great menacing greatsword, poised to kill, but taunting you instead. He bit and sucked at your raw skin, letting you know that not only were you his now, but you were at his mercy too. The guards were all dead or turned, and now you were his queen to use and to enjoy.

Back when the fighting had died He walked up to the dais where you sat and held up and open his arms as if to say. “Look what I wrought!” Death to the loyalists was the answer, as his guards dropped down your faithful knights and split their heads within their helmets right then and there. And in his own armor, the new Warrior King stood, battered and bloodied all over like a madman or a barbarian; it was a far cry from the nobleman you were used to being in your presence. And when He pulled off his own helmet he revealed a young man’s face, strong and in its prime with an all too cocky grin for you, his new queen. And that too was a far cry from the old men that had usually courted you.

And like those arms He had spread then, now yours too were apart in the same gesture. He had each of your wrists in his powerful grip and had pinned them wide apart on your bed so you couldn’t even struggle. Your breasts were up and exposed and bore the faint marks of bites on them as well. Each nipple was surrounded by the faint ring of brutality and shown with wet saliva that wasn’t your own, but your new husbands’. Even your sweat was safe from his terrorizing mouth. He lavished your wet body with his tongue, tasting you, and grunting like a mad dog while he pounded you into your bed, harder than the old king ever had or could. And that was to be expected, the old king was old, and He was anything but.

“My queen!” He had said there in your halls and now too in your bed. Then he had shouted it for all to hear, but now he whispered it, growled it right against your lips in a lusty kiss. It was a sarcastic phrase though, both times, laced with humor and satisfaction. “The king is dead, your children are mine. Surrender yourself and I will spare them, even allow them to wed our children,” he had explained to you wickedly, knowing that you could hardly turn down such an offer. And then you had been brought to bed. His people had a different concept of being wed, and this was it. He married you with his cock and bred you with it all at once. His heavy body shuddered against you, draped like a big, muscled weight on your chest while He panted onto your lips and grinned. “Mine,” he hissed at last.

Kind of short and vague on this one, but I think it gets the point across here. This will be a prompt about being taken by your new warrior king and becoming his queen. I wrote this assuming he would be younger than you, but maybe that’s not your style. You could just as well be a young princess used to plump old kings rather than powerful young warriors. I wrote a sex scene into this, but that’s not where you have to pick up unless you want to write the same scene from your perspective; that might be fun. Most likely though we’ll continue with what follows in the aftermath of your first “breeding/wedding.” Are you coming to grips with the fact that you might enjoy this new king? Are you still angry with him, feisty and full of fire? Or are you demure and sad, eventually turning the brutal king into a comforting husband? Either way he knows only one good way to take care of a woman, and that’s in bed, so expect a lot of primal, battle hungry fucking. Obviously, let me know where your limits go there but all the obvious extremes are not my thing: blood, gore, snuff, but we can discuss other possibilities on a case by case basis. Happy Warrior day! ;D

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