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@thedarkkingishere
In the hopes that the people who are actually enrolled here aren't as moronic as the dipshit who marked me, I'll put myself out there: I'm Santiago Lopez, and I'm not gonna sit and play twenty questions with anyone, but if you honestly think you can entertain me at all, here's your chance.
Well, aren't you pretty.
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"Appreciate it," he said, tipping his head in a nod. He beckoned the other with his arm, leading them away, smirking at the comment from the dark king. "Well, by all means, take it all in then," he laughed, strutting in front of the man purposefully. They made their way into the room, a long table filled with bottles, bowls and cups. "My, my, one hardly knows where to start, do they?"
"Don't you worry about that." The King mentioned, leaning back a touch to peer down at the others ass a little with a grin before the other moved up in front of him and gave him an even better view of it. Watching the other move as he followed the other towards the long table. "Stuck by the choices, are you?" The King teased as he found the nearest cup and plucked it up, taking a long sip of the drink and letting it run down his throat with a pleased little hum. "Hm, the booze has a bit of a kick to it."
“Now listen here, Busta’. I only kneel for one man, and that man is Mista’ J” Harley Quinn is dancing alone, then looks over to eye up the king. “Okay, king.” Harley cartwheels into the man’s lap. “Tell ya what, yous let me tie you to this chair, and play with ya, and I’ll get ya all the drinks. I might even get on my knees.” Harley kisses the king’s cheek, marking it and laughing maniacally.
There's a blink as suddenly the Dark King has a lap full of Harley after a doing a cartwheel. Which honestly, was pretty impressive. There's a chuckle at that kiss as it landed on his cheek. His head turning to gaze over at the other with a little arch of both his eyebrows. "Tie me to this chair huh? And you think you're worthy enough, going to show me a good enough time for me to let you do that? Hm? Crazy, if hot, Blonde that you are?"
He groaned loudly, both from being called a whore, and then the feeling of those wet fingers easing into his eager, waiting hole. He nodded quickly. "Yes, my King, but nobody as worthy as you, I promise. If I'd known a King would be interested in me, I would've sent them all away!"
"None as worthy as me...You really will spread those legs for anyone, won't you?" There's that borderline cruelty in his voice. Another finger was pressed into the tied up man. 'You wouldn't have sent them away. You're nothing but a hungry hole. Boy." He countered as he slammed those fingers into the other, nice and harshly, enjoying the sounds the other was making.
"What are you?" He teased, wanting a reaction.
The Prince smiled as he kept grinding against the King's growing dick, and bit down on his lip for a moment. "There's a reason my father sent me and not an actual diplomat, Sire," he teased. "He knew his eldest son could make you feel things a cheap whore couldn't."
'Oh really? And what can you show me that a cheap whore couldn't? Hm? Or should I make you act like a cheap whore for me?" The Dark King drawled, but his cock was growing bigger and bigger and his hand curled around the prince's ass to give it a possessive squeeze. "I should breed you right here..." He hissed, turning his head to nip at the others neck. "Prove those words of yours right."
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"My thoughts exactly," Lion said, and he took the king's wrist between his fingers, pulling his hand to rest flat against his chest. "You're welcome to touch as much as you'd like. You're not looking too shabby in that outfit yourself."
There's an easy flick of the King's smirk as that hand runs down the others chest. "Why thank you, I'm a little more covered up but.." His hands traced down the lions stomach and towards his waist. "That's quite the offer. My hand might wander quite a few places you know." He teased. His fingers brushing down over the others stomach right here in public.
He smiled broadly up at the King, and nodded. "I wanted everyone to enjoy themselves!" he grinned, and then gasped loudly as the King wasted no time in taking what he wanted. He tried to push back against the finger as it teased his hole.
"Yes, my King!"
"By offering up your body? What a whore." The King mused as he watched the other struggle for more contact with a little hum. "Anyone fucked you yet?" He asked as he raised that hand between the others legs away from him long enough to tease his tongue against those fingers before he slipped them back between the others legs and shoved two fingers inside the fuckpig.
'Be a good boy and tell me."
The Prince smiled and didn't hesitate to move forward and climb into the King's lap. "My father would be...open to negotiations, if you were interested in me forever, Sire. It would cost you a lot of gold, though," he warned, as he ground his ass against the King's groin.
The King's hands drop down to grip those hips but doesn't stop that movement of the others ass. No doubt the other could feel his impressively thick cock already starting to rise to meet the others ass at that motion. There's a chuckle at those words, however. Happy to take the other right here in the middle of the party. "Do you think you're worth the gold? Worth the idea of me breeding you night, after night, leaving that pretty cunt dripping with a King's seed?" He teased, nipping at the others jawline for a moment.
Hercules looked between the king and himself. "Demigod here," he said, and he shrugged. "Not really sure we're supposed to kneel down in front of anyone?" He looked over at the drink station and back at the other man. "I could probably be talked into getting you a drink, though. What do you want? Or should I surprise you?"
"A shame. You'd look good kneeling in that outfit of yours." The King mentioned dryly as his eyes flicked over the sight of the other, soaking in every inch before his eyes finally landed on the others face again.
"Surprise me. It should be fun to see what a demi-god thinks is worth drinking, at the very least." The King drawled with a little chuckle running though his voice.
He blushed, visible as he was just covering his face with a domino mask, and groaned lightly. "I...don't believe it's my father's business how I secure peace between our lands, Sire," he said, diplomatically. "Only that I do."
There's a chuckle at that adorable little blush on the young prince's face. "My, my, that's almost like you're asking for me to fuck you blind, fuck that royalty right out of you." He purred as he dropped and spread his legs a bit. "Then be a good little Prince and climb up on my lap and prove to me that we should have peace between our lands. That you're worthy of such a gift from me."
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"I do, I promise!" he grinned, and then beamed happily when the King told him he looked good down on his knees.
"Oh! I can definitely be a whore for you, my liege. You deserve the best, and I've been trained to be nothing but a whore for you," he babbled quickly.
"Look at that smile, adorable- truley." The Dark king chuckled easily as he sucked on the inside off his cheek for a moment. "Oh really? Trained to take come again and again have you? Spent some time in the whore house?" A foot reached out and pushed on the popcorn buckets chest, pushing him to the ground for a moment as the King smirked.
"Turn around then and show off that ass. Show me how a trained whore is fucked then." He ordered, his fingers brushing against the armchair of his seat.
Fuck Pig was in the corner of the great hall, naked except for his mask. His hands were tied to the wall with silk ties, to give the illusion of bondage but easy enough to break away in an emergency.
His legs were spread, and he looked hungrily at the person approaching him. "Happy Halloween!"
"My, you really took this chance to be a slut." The King mused lightly as he took a sip of his drink, a hand reaching down to slip past the others cock and teased a finger over his hole instead with a little tilt of his head as he considered what to do with the other.
"Hungry for cock instead of candy, are you?"
The Prince smiled at the chuckle, and knelt down on both knees in front of the King. "I've come to pay respects to the great leader of our neighbouring kingdom," he nodded. "My father told me to do whatever I can to ensure peace between our lands."
"Whatever you can? Hm? And if were to shove my cock down that throat right now? Would you report to your father that you did your job?" The King's voice was deep and dangerous, his eyes flicking down at the kneeling Prince with a little smirk playing along his features.
"You do want peace, do you not?"
Popcorn Bucket grinned, and didn't hesitate to take a knee in front of the King, in respect. "I would always kneel for you, my liege," he smiled up at the King.
He nodded quickly. "I can get you a drink, or a snack, or a whore, whatever you want, my King."
"My, my, you certainly know your place. Don't you?" He praised easily as the other kneeled in the middle of the room for him. "You do look good down there, I must admit." The king teased under his golden mask as his head tilted down at the other.
"Oh? Are you saying you're not a whore? Hm? Though I could use one. As well as a drink, If you're that eager to show your King how you would serve him." The Dark King's voice sharp as glass and twice as dangerous.
Near the dance floor
Lion leaned against a wall along one edge of the dance floor, a cup of punch in one hand. He let his eyes roam across the people dancing until they fell on someone nearby who seemed to notice him as well. "Hey there," he said, puffing out his chest. "Like what you see?"
"Well how could you not when you're wearing that slutty little outfit." The King drawled, dressed in black and with a gold coin balanced on his head to match his golden mask. He moved across the dance floor to reach out to brush his fingers against that bareflesh with a smirk. "It looks good, though. Very charming."
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The frosty princess pursed her lips as the king spoke, propping her hands on her hips as she faced him. "I don't know if those rules apply for princesses as well, but at least you could ask nicely," she said coolly, taking a bold step towards the man, with no intention of kneeling as he'd ordered.
"Nice isn't exactly my style." The King countered with a little smirk as it dug into his cheek. There's an arch of both of his eyebrows as the other made that bold move towards him. Who knew the ice princess had such fire inside her? "Do you struggle with expectations of such simple things? Or is it just because you're at a party like this?" He teased with a wave of his fingers.
The fairy was standing near the outer edge of the room, taking in all the people and creatures around her. She listened in to various conversations and began to make her way toward a group when she saw someone seated more or less by himself. “Well, your majesty, would you like me to kneel, or get you a drink?”
There's a smirk at that, always one to enjoy being obeyed when it came to such simple orders. "Such a bright offer from a pretty pixie. A drink, I think. Quick as you can." There's an easy, if a bit cruel, smile on his face as he shifts back in his seat and waves his hand, golden rings reflecting the light just a bit.
