#hg: their majesties' pleasure

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

On the subject of low-effort sketches that got out of hand all because I was trying a new brush... I thought, why not draw all the knights and royal soldiers OCs of mine 🙃

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Starting from bottom right to the top: Undine (Their Majesties' Pleasure), Lillian Lynzal (The Exile), Camille d'Arcadie (Arcadie: Second Born), Marshal Mora (I, The Forgotten One) and Mordred Le Fey (Bastard of Camelot)

[lilys0evil0twin]

Record of Ragnarok

Yandere! Poseidon x mermaid! Fem! Reader

The Little mermaid AU

Word count: 988

The water in the aquarium moved, splashing about, following the movement of her beautiful tail, covered in pearly scales. Her hair floated, making it twice as thick as it really was. Those (e/c) eyes desperately looking for him. For his blond hair, his ocean blue eyes. Looking for her king. 

The room was properly lighted, the rays of light making the golden decorations shine. The giant aquarium filled with ocean water, was placed solid near the giant bed with white see through curtains, floating in wind coming from the opened balcony, like the softest feather. That's right, king's personal bedroom.

Muffled deep voice could be heard from the corridor leading to the room, getting clearer as the person followed by several others came closer. The door opened as the king came in, his underlings running hectically around him. They seem to be preparing something, according to all the papers and fabric they're all holding. And the unstopping questions they ask the king, the mermaid in the aquarium couldn't make out.

The king made his way straight to the mermaids resident place, submerging his hand into the water and gently grabbing the mermaids chin, slowly pulling her head out of salty water. When her tiny shoulders peeked from the surface, the king pressed his forehead against hers, his deep ocean eyes staring into her soul.

"It's time my lovely pearl, today you'll become mine"

......

Poseidon's head turned to the runway, cowered with petals. Along it, golden stools one both sides, prepped with high-class and important people, from neighboring kingdoms and native politicians to relatives. The way leading his eyes towards his soon-to-be wife. His other half, in all her glory, a beautiful dress flowed behind her, as she carefully stepped, with her new bare feet, towards the altar. An angelic sight, oh how he despise all those eyes on her.

Poseidon's heart swells with pride, as Y/n made her way to his arms. Only few more steps, just those three more steps leading to the elevated platform.

On the last step however, Y/n's foot slipped.

Her maids gasped, reaching out to catch their queen. But it was too late.

The king himself already held his beloved with gentle yet firm grip. He stayed quiet, only looking at her with a barely noticeable frown. "Um, Are you ready your Majesty?"

"Yes"

......

"M-my king!.... Hgn!" your voice hitched, feeling your, from now and forever, husband's hands slide the white fabric off your shoulders, leaving it just above your breasts. "Hg, I-i don't-"

"Shh, quiet my beautiful pearl" his word were gentle, but his tone was far from such. A slight irritation lingered in the back of his throat. "My little, innocent fish" Poseidon whispered as his body moved to your hips. Pushing the laced skirt up your thighs. His blue irises, cowered by the golden bangs, peeked from under his long lashes. His pink lips traveled along your newly gained legs. Feeling you shiver, goosebumps creeping up your skin.

His lips were everywhere, discovering every spot that made you whimper. Leaving them in his memory, creating a map of your body pleasure. By the time you two were face to face once again, his appearance changed. Once tidy golden locks now messily pointing to the sides, his expensive wedding jacked long forgotten somewhere on the floor. The only thing remaining was a pair of dress pants and white dress shirt with wavy sleeves, buttons opened leaving him bare to your eyes.

The way his chest moved with every deep breath, his lean waist and the giant thing twitching between his legs. Your eyes widened, of course you weren't that innocent not to know how human reproduction worked. You've spend a long time watching humans after all, but you've never imagined how big it actually is. Sadly you couldn't wander for long, as you legs were suddenly pushed up to your chest. "Now, it may hurt for some time, but I'm sure you can handle it"

You gasped out "M-My king! N-n -- wai-!!" without farther adieu, Poseidon pushed himself into your soaking lips. Your virgin walls squeezed and flattered around his length. A deep growl came from Poseidon's chest, as he let you stretch a little, pressing his chest against yours. After some time he started moving. Sliding in and out with force, each powerful thrust pushing him deeper and deeper.

Unconsciously, your hands jumped to he's forearms, digging your nails into his pale skin, gaining more growls and grunts from him. At first it hurt, it felt like you were being teared. But as you focused on him rather than the pain, the was his hair cowered his eyes, the pants that left his agape slowly drying lips, the way his nose poked your shoulder, the sweat that rolled down his back, the feeling of his flexing muscles...

It just made you tear up.

And then you felt it. The pressing feeling in your belly. It became stronger, like a knot getting tighter. Just as you opened your lips to alert Poseidon about the strange feeling, fearing if it's normal, you heard him say something.

"L-love!"

You heard him stutter. That one simple word pushed you over the edge. The rush of pleasure shot through your veins. Your vision blurred with white spots, your ears started ringing. Only faint "I love you" was heard behind your numbed senses. The warmth spread across your insides, made another set of pleasurable waves throughout your body.

Slowly coming back to your conscious mind, you noticed your lover pull out and lay beside you, pulling your tired body close to his. You wanted to ask what happened just now, but the tiredness came crashing down too hard. You could only close your eyes, feeling yourself slipping away as you feel your husband's big hand stroke your silky hair, slowly fluctuating you to deep sleep.