#freaky deaky

sickenly gluttonous boys depraved women of it all, bowing their heads to a band of men fordged in the stain of blood. boys who screamed in the face of equality and furthermore freedom never blinked as they fell to their knees to the graces of the one-foruty-one.

women shoved by their sweetly braided hair, foreheads meeting dirt as husbands and fathers and brothers command a payment of respect to the dutiful. spit landing on the cheeks of children thrown to lesser.

king john price and his knights, a powerful group idolized for the slay of dragons. for the cleanse of theives murders. worshipped like disinterested gods who acted out of pity rather than strum up empathy.

believed to be the backbone of the kingdom. the spine powerhouse that held up all and twitched with tingly ambition. a drive to conquer and control.

the majesty laid against the muck of the outside, silks weaved by the awe of cloth makers who wished their devotion into each thread, discarded with no traceable care. above him, keeping him pinned to the earth, was you. but rumored fairytale in the lands of the empire. you sat above price, nails tugging his head closer into your soppy heat. pulling on his neck whilst thick fingers worked to massage the fat of your hips. kneading the muscle as he slurped into frothy slick like it was holy water.

"ha— kyle...! did you, fuck john, did you do as you were told?" you glare at the helment of garrick, shiny silver metal to ward off prying claws of vampires. rolling you hips sharply and pressing down against prices face, catching your swollen clit on the sharp of his nose. ignoring the muffled moan that echoed against your squeezing walls.

"..ma'am, i— fuck, love. i tried." nails dig into prices scalp, humping his mouth as you bit your lip. squeezing your bright eyes shut as you mewl. "intel was wrong, the men had been stayin' elsewhere bab—"

"shut the fuck up kyle." you hiss, baring you neck to them as you held your head back. moving your palms to shove against prices meaty thighs. keeping him from humping the air like a fucking virgin. "yo-you were supposed to fix that, kill the men who claimed innocence in the trial of prejudice. no?"

mactavishes fingers twitched beside him. firey sparks cracking between each moving finger with prevalence of restraint. garrick whined lowly, silent at the anger in your lidded eyes. swirling with the suffocation of lust.

price grips your hips, sliding burly hands over the curve of your ass. pulling skin to push further into your core. waft of sex drowning his senses as blood thundered against his ears. cock brusingly hard and wet with earlier release.

"if you—" you squeeze prices head. a shiver sharp up your spine as you moan. feeling his teeth bite at your clit, pulling before he sucking you into the dewey warmth of his mouth. "if you fuckers dont k-kill those assholes and save those women," pausing with another whine pushing out your throat as price groans again. linger of a threat tiding him over another rocky orgasm.

you laugh cruely. suddenly gripping his cock fruitlessly. he thrashes beneath your heated body. "fuckin' pathetic you lot are, actin' like a bunch of high horses for the dicksuckers. bet you get off on their submission huh?" you grin with each twitch against your palm. mactivish feels his knees nearly buckle, itching to free his cock and have you help him. even if you spat in his mouth.

you shove his head down towards the dirt. sitting back into his chest with shaky legs. chest sweaty and stinging with pleasure.

"kill the nobles voting against new policies. dont, and ill send you out for a month. least." curses leave your mouth absentmindedly. riley coming over at your beck, scopping you into metal covered arms. "do it, and you all get the same treat as simon." you smile as sweetly as cake. eyes glazey with bubbling lust.

no, one-forty-one was no were near as grand as they flaunted. was never in favor for the boys who kissed their bloody steel boots. always acting on your guide to dismantle the patriarchy built to reward them.