#30daysofchris

 He told your father that he will no longer be the king and your mother will no longer be the queen, however, you were to be his queen. When he then turned to you with a foul smile before making long strides over to you, your father forced himself up from his kneeling position to step in front of you with a protective stance. “You’re not going to touch her.” You never heard your father speak with so much hatred and venom in his voice. King Steve laughed dryly before he raised an eyebrow to your father. “What are you going to do, stop me?”

 Your father’s face was filled with determination when he nodded at the man. “Are you certain that you’ll fight me? You can give me your greatest warrior and I can fight him instead.” He then looks around in an exaggerated manner before looking back at your father with a smirk. “Oh, right... All of your people are dead.” He continued on taunting your father until your father’s voice boomed. “I will fight you and in return, you’ll leave my family alone.” Your father never looked mightier than at that moment. The man gave a small laugh before nodding and getting into a fighting stance.

 Your mother was looking at your father with fearful eyes, quietly praying for the gods to look after him while you were watching everything unfold in front of you. Your father turned to look at you and your mother before giving both of you a reassuring smile. Everything happened so fast because the moment your father turned back around; the man’s huge hands made its way to your father’s head before snapping it to the side with a loud crack. Your father fell limp on the floor and your mother let out a shrill scream. The man clapped his hands before smiling at your mother. “You should never turn your back on the enemy. A simple rule when it comes to combat.” He shrugged before kicking your father’s body before turning to walk towards you once more.

 Your eyes widened in shock when your mother let out a scream as she stood up, running towards the man with a small dagger clasped in her hand. Before she could stab the man’s back, he turned around and held her armed hand and prying it away from her. He held her body against his chest as he looked at you. Your mother looked at you as well, tears continuously falling down her face. ‘I’m sorry’ she mouths before the man plunged the dagger down her chest all the while watching for your reaction. You couldn’t do anything but to watch as the life left your mother’s face and your father lying dead on the floor.

 “She’s got more fight in her than your father did, I must admit.” The man wiped the blood on the dagger with your mother’s dress before pocketing it. “Why are you doing this?” It was your first time speaking and it was the first time he heard you speak, thus the smile appeared on his face. “So, the princess does speak. I was worried I’ll have a mute queen by my side.” He walks over to your father, bending down to take the huge robe covered with fur from your father’s body and putting it on. He looked back at you before grinning. “Do I look like a proper king now?”

 “You’ll never be a king” You gritted your teeth before spitting on the space in front of his feet. He made a quick move towards you before gripping your face and glaring at you as his nose flared in anger. “I just killed your so-called king. I have killed lots of kings who weren’t strong enough to protect their people. Your father was the easiest to kill. This town was the easiest to conquer, thanks to your father. Your father was no king.” His grip on your face got tighter and your cheeks were starting to hurt. “And you think you’re better than him?” You glared at him. He laughs before letting go of your face. “Oh, princess. I’m better than everyone. I’m the fucking best and you’ll learn that in time.” He steps away from you before whistling out until a number of his men came entering the room. “Take her out of her garments and move her outside.” And with that, he disappeared out the door before his men started manhandling you out of your clothes until you were completely bare and filled humiliation as they carried you out and threw you on the cold surface of the snow.

 “Am I in heaven? You look better that way, princess.” The familiar voice made you cover your body with your hands as you looked up at the man who took everything away from you. He was covered with your father’s robe as he stood tall in front of your body. He squatted down until you were face to face. You shivered though you didn’t know if it was because of the closeness of his face or the coldness that was surrounding your bare body. “Is my princess cold?” He tilted his head and cooed at you before opening his arms along with the robe, revealing his naked body under it. Your eyes snapped down at the sight and he only chuckled in response before sighing. “If you don’t want to catch a cold, I suggest you come into your king’s arms.” He smiled at you before frowning when you crawled away from him, ignoring the sting of the cold ground under your body.

 In an instant, his body is on top of yours. You flayed under him until he had your hands on either side of your face while his body is in between your legs, cock brushing the inside of your thighs. “You would prefer to die instead of being my queen, is that it?” He leaned down to nip on your right ear before whispering. “Too bad. I’ll make it my mission to protect you and keep you alive. I’ll make you my queen whether you like it or not.” He moves his head down your neck and began sucking on your skin. You wiggled under his hold until you felt his cock rub against your folds earning a moan from him that made you immediately stop your movements.

 He grunted before pulling away from your neck. “Don’t stop now, you little tease.” He leaned down, breathing close to your face. He moves his hand down your body, groping your breasts and pinching the tit when you tried to wiggle away. Your back arched at the unfamiliar feeling and he chuckled as he watched your reaction. You watch him as he sucked on his fingers, eyes squinting in question at his actions. “Got to make this little cunt slippery for my big cock.” Your eyes widened as his fingers started playing with your folds until you felt it rubbing your opening. “Don’t do this. You’ve already done enou—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as one of his fingers intruded into your slit. You could feel his finger moving around inside of you as he continued pushing it inside of you. “What are you, a virgin?” He chuckled before biting his bottom lip as he watched your eyes close in discomfort. “Ahh… I should’ve known. Don’t worry, my queen. I’ll make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He added another finger and you grunted at the disagreeable feeling. “Shh.” He cooed before your body jolted when you felt his thumb rubbing against your clit. “You like that?” He laughs at you when you shook your head. “Stubborn little one, aren’t you? No worries…” His rubs got faster and you started to feel light-headed as something started building up inside you, begging to come out only to be stopped when he completely pulled his hands away from your cunt.

 “W-what?” You asked dumbly. “You almost came on my fingers, princess. We can’t have that now, can we? You can only cum on your king’s cock.” He palms his cock before taking a hold of it and guiding it towards your now wet cunt. He rubbed it against your shimmering folds until your hands moved towards his abdomen, eyes pleading him to stop. “Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you…” Desperate for him to stop his actions, your eyes started to tear up and you saw him clenching his jaw before moving away from your body.

 You breathed out a sigh of relief only to yelp in surprise as your body got turned around, your chest pressed against the white snow and hands restrained onto the small of your back as his body was back on top of yours. He presses a kiss on your cheek before shushing you when you cried at the feeling of his cock rubbing on your slit. “Shh… It’ll be quick.” He presses a kiss on your head before a hand covered your mouth. You let out a piercing scream when you felt his huge member penetrating inside your cunt at an unforgiving speed. He stopped halfway, telling you to breathe and wiping tears from your face. “P-please… I-I can’t! I can’t!” You wiggled under his body, stopping when he pushed his cock deeper and bottoming out, earning breathless cries from you. “Fucking tight and warm for me.” He grunted above you, ignoring your cries as he pulled halfway before slamming back in.

 He continued penetrating his cock into your cunt until your cries got quieter. He pulled out before flipping you back onto your back, his hand wiping the snow from your chest before slithering his cock back into your cunt slowly. He wiped the tears from your face before thrusting into you slowly. You started getting used to his size but your once virgin cunt was sore from the harsh treatment it got. Your clit was still sensitive from his earlier actions so when he rubbed it once more, your legs shook against his sides and he felt it. He started rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts got faster. You accidentally let out a whine and you saw his eyes lit up and his movements got even faster and his face got filled with determination.

 The feeling of something building up inside you returned and you hear him groan above you. “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for your king.” He grunted as his movements got sloppier. His thrusts got shorter and that’s when you felt it. Your back arched as your legs spasmed in delight around his torso. He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips before pushing his full length inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him twitch inside of you as spurts of warm liquids filled your walls. You were tense against his body but his kiss against yours distracted you from the feeling.

 He stayed inside of you until your body started shivering against him. He finally realized how your back is still against the cold snow and he quickly pulled you up to press you against his chest, covering the both of you with your father’s robe. You looked back at the space you were just in and found droplets of blood, reminding you of how he took your chastity away from you. He softly pressed your head against his chest, forcing you to look away from your blood. “It’s over.” He whispers before rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. “You’ll learn to love me.” He kisses the top of your head before carrying you back inside, promising to give you a hot bath.

“Y/N” he groans, holding your hand.

  “You know what, if I die,” turning to point your finger in his face, “I’m not going into the light.  Oh, no Christopher, Imma haunt you”.

  He’s biting his bottom lip, face turning red as he holds in his laughter. You glare at him, “I dare you, I dare you to laugh right now”

  He laughs and after a minute of pouting ,so do you.

  Calming down, you lean your head against his shoulder, “I’m really scared, Chris”

  He strokes your head, “I know, babe, but you need to get this done, it’s been two years of pain”. He stands up and sits on the bed. “C’mere”

  You shake your head. He pats the stretcher. You shake your head again. He smiles and pats his lap. Rolling your eyes, you sit on his lap. He holds you until Brittany, the nurse comes in to put in your IV.

  They make you lay in the stretcher, he kisses you before you’re taken to the operating room. You watch the ceiling roll by as they bring you into the large cold room. Fear in the pit of your stomach as you go over everything that can go wrong. The anesthesiologist tries to joke with you, but you just stare until he sets up the anesthesia. The last thing you remember is staring at a ceiling while counting backwards from 100.

  ***

  You feel groggy as you wake up, pain shooting from your shoulder. “Ow” you cry out. Brittany walks over, “how are you doing, Y/N” she asks as she checks the bandage on your shoulder.

  “It hurts, I can’t move it” as you look over at the large bandage covering your shoulder.

  “You’re not supposed to” she says she reaches into a drawer, “this will help” placing something into your IV. “You’ll feel better soon”. And then you’re out again.

  You wake up later, still groggy and in pain. You’re back in the first room, Chris is sitting on the chair beside your bed,  on his phone. You notice the black sling on your arm. Your arm feels heavy, numb like it doesn’t belong to you anymore. 

  “Chris”

  He’s at your side, “Hey babe, how are you feeling, you okay?”

  “Weird, its hurts but its numb at the same time”.

  He kisses your forehead. “ It went great, babe and they said the block is going to wear off in six hours so that numbness will go away, but’s going to hurt more, so  we’ll pick up your prescriptions once we leave”.

  ****

  After leaving the hospital with your discharge instructions,  Chris picks up your favorite ice cream and prescriptions. You sleep during the ride home, waking up to him carrying you in the house.

  After a quiet dinner, you get ready for bed. Chris has been helpful this entire time, but now he’s becoming a little to helpful.

  “Christopher, I can wash myself, if you don’t get” you jokingly threaten him with your good hand.

  He puts his hands up in mock surrender, backing away but  leaving the bathroom door open. “Just in case babe”

  You shake your head and get undressed, aware that he’s staring at you, “Christopher, go away”

  “Just in case” he smirks.

  After you manage a one-handed shower, you quickly figure out that he’s going to have to help you with your bras. Somehow you’re able to get on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror looking at your hair. You’ve been so worried about your arm, you forget to think about how you were going to do your hair. You start to cry, its been such a long day and you can’t even do your own hair.

  “Hey, Y/N, what wrong”. He comes up behind you, hugging you. “Are you in pain?”

  “Yes, but that’s not it” you cry gesturing to your thick ponytail, “I can’t do my hair with one hand”.

  He turns you around, wiping off your face, “Y/N, I’ve been practicing”

  “What” you ask

  “I know how important your hair is and I know how long it takes for you do it, so I’ve been practicing” He says proudly as he tugs on a curl. “I found some videos and I practiced”

  Tilting your head, you look up at him. “Practiced on what”

  He grins sheepishly, “Um, I bought a doll”

  What. Oh, he’s serious. You burst out laugh, “Show me”. You’re almost on the floor in tears when he brings out the life sized doll head, the poor hair coated in styling gel . You take a closer look and see that the bun is not bad. “Okay Evans, go on”

  He takes you to your bedroom and sits you down on the bed. He takes all of your products out of the bathroom setting them beside you. You bite your tongue and decide to let him take the lead, watching  in the bedroom mirror as he carefully handles your curls. He’s heavy handed with your leave in conditioner, making you cringe when he wipes the extra on his shirt. Still you smile at the determination on his face, as he focuses on coaxing your curls into your nighttime style. You’re impressed that he took the initiative and he did a decent job, eh, an okay job.

  “Just for that, you’re gonna get some tonight” you tease as he ties the scarf around your head.

  “Hell yeah and wait till you see this updo I learned for you”.