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Knives Out

Info - cnc, knife play, knife kink, kidnapped reader, mention of torture, degrading, boot humping, oral (Fem receiving), bondage, blood licking, sub reader, switching between hard and soft, fucking someone with an object, double penetration, spit kink, cheating technically or cucking, trying to get information out of someone, lactating reader, wet nurse reader, messy sex, needy sex, squirting, begging, cutting off clothing, sub space

“She’s not cooperating,” said a guard. Hal punched a wall, knowing he’d have to bring out the Dark King. He had a way with female captures. He knew just how to push their buttons and make them release the information he needed.

“To my rooms with her then,” Hal sighed as he rubbed his bloody knuckles where they had hit the brick.

The girl, y/n she’d finally told us, looked horrified. She wasn’t a princess, not even a royal. The poor thing just so happened to be in the area when Hal’s own cousin had been assassinated. We believed the woman to be the killers lover.

Hal couldn’t have someone going around killing his family without retaliation. Truth be told he had never liked that particular cousin. It didn’t matter in the end. Hal had to do what he had to do to look strong.

Y/n was laid on the bed of the king. Tall, pale, and intimidating, King Henry walked into the room. His boots were heavy and his jewels clicked as he took slow steps.

Y/n squirmed against her restrains. They weren’t awful, it wasn’t torture, yet. Her wrists were just tied to the bedposts. She’d been dunked in water while interrogated. She’d been hit and thrown to the cold stone. This seemed lovely in comparison.

Something made y/n not afraid of King Henry. She knew he would probably do much worse. People feared this king. The man who had started a war over a ball. If a ball had caused all that strife, what would a murder do? Especially the murder of someone he was related to?

“Please, let me go. I truly don’t know anything. I don’t,” she told Henry. He chuckled.

He pulled out a roll of leather from a drawer. He spun it open and there laid a line of bejewelled knives. Some blunt, some rusted with blood, some sharp as the teeth of wild animals, some rounded.

“What are you going to do?” She shivered.

“You know, I don’t think you’ll mind this type of treatment,” Henry purred. “I’ve been told that these knives have been blessed by witches and fairies and many a deity and a king and a priest.”

“Excuse me?” She gulped.

“It doesn’t matter. Those are all stories from my fathers before me. I know they have been lavished with something precious, for I have seen it myself.”

“If you speak of the blood of the innocent!-“ y/n began with a bark.

“No, no, another liquid. A liquid much more precious,” Henry said with a feral grin.

“First things first, I must see that body,” Hal smirked. He picked up the sharpest of his knives. He sliced through her blue dress. The old fabrics fell away.

Her young body was on display. Plump breasts with swollen nipples were heaving. Her petite body was all gorgeous shades of colour. She was soft and looked so innocent, yet so fierce.

“Were you perhaps, a wet nurse?” Hal asked as he ran the flat of the cold blade over y/n’s puffy nipples.

“I-I- Oh!” She moaned as Hal nudged a nipple with the end of his knife.

“You like dangerous men don’t you y/n,” Hal cooed. “I imagine that’s why you were with a man bold enough to kill my cousin.”

“I won’t tell you anything.”

“Well, it’s a good thing,” Henry went on, as if he had not heard her. “I can do dangerous.”

The knife was dragged over her body slowly. Shallow scratches were barely made but the threat was there. She was heaving, her eyes trained on the knife.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he commented, head tilted to the side.

“By the end of this, you’ll be so desperate, you will tell me the name of the man who killed my cousin,” Henry chuckled.

“I won’t-“

She was cut off as Hal dove into her pussy. The woman screamed. She was a reactive one. His tongue flattened and used perfect pressure. He massaged and flicked at her nipples in a way that made her squirm.

Milk was dripping from her nipples as she became wetter and wetter. She was no longer squirming away. She instead, was arching upwards and into the feeling of the king’s mouth.

Pathetic moans dribbled from her mouth as he sucked and lapped. He was sloppy and attentive. His large hands covered her thighs and she made the most delicious little sounds. The blade was in her reach but they both knew she was too far gone to make a try for freedom. Even if her hands weren’t bound, she was addicted.

“Please, oh for the love of god!” Y/n wailed. His mouth was covered in slick as he sucked her clit wildly. She let go of all inhibition as her legs wrapped around Hal’s head.

“Oh, oh, oh, c-close-“

Hal ripped his body away from her. He was smiling like a predator. His eyes gleamed. He was high on the power of this moment. He knew what he could do to an individual. This was better than a bow, better than winning a war, this was pure rule over someone.

“Wh-why?” She asked pitifully. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked needy in a way King Henry adored.

“How bad do you want it?” He whispered.

“So much, just need t’feel good,” she said submissively, demurely, like she she should.

Henry stuck out his boot. The ankle pressed against her folds and her eyes rolled back in her head. His saliva and her juice painted the leather with wet spots.

“Hump it,” he smirked.

“Your highness?”

“Hump my boot you traitor,” Hal growled back.

She began to grind her pussy against his leg. She whined and wiggled, trying to pleasure herself like he had. Y/n was clearly needy. She struggled in her ties to move further down and ride his leg. It wasn’t working and she was becoming impatient. Hal imagined how her swollen clit had been fat and throbbing in his mouth. He was thinking smugly of how it must be shrinking now, not receiving the pleasure only he could truly provide.

“Seems you still can’t listen to orders,” Henry tutted.

“Your majesty!” She actually wept now.

Henry looked at the puddle of a woman underneath him. She was crying. Her pussy was sopping from the mouth of the king and the need of the woman. Y/n’s nipples were puffy and leaking everywhere. Henry spat down on her pathetic form.

“Don’t worry little one, I’ll reach you how to obey. I know how badly you want it,” Henry whispered. He moved quickly, as if pity had overtaken him.

Y/n didn’t know if he’d treat her like an injured bird or like a captured rabbit. She didn’t know which she preferred. All she knew was he had provided a pleasure she’d never known, one she had never assumed she could feel.

Hal expertly flicked a knife from his pack. He grabbed another bottle of something y/n could not see. Suddenly, a different knife, one sharp and lethal was at her throat.

“Stay still,” he smirked. Something was pushed inside her pussy. It was thick and hard, but it was not a cock. She looked down to see a knife stuck out of her. The King was threatening her and pleasing her at the same time.

The long handle of a knife had been eased inside of her. Hal began to fuck her with the slick handle. At the same time, the sharp edge of another short sword was held to y/n’s throat.

“Come on girl, you know you deserve it. Such a naughty little slut. You took so much down there,” he cooed. He did not sound nice. He sounded cruel but oh so beautiful.

“I-I-“ she tried to speak. She choked on desperate whines. How did he make this all feel so good was something she would never know.

“I don’t want to hear a full word unless it’s an admission of the name I need,” he whispered to her and pecked her bottom lip.

Then things went wild. He fucked her hard with the handle. He went deeper and deeper still. She had to stay still and relaxed lest she be cut with the other blade. All the while he encouraged her. He told her to give herself over to him, to do what little sluts were supposed to do. She didn’t want to tell him, but every second she got closer to release. She knew this could all stop if she gave the name, but she didn’t know if she wanted this to stop.

“I see you need a little more, inspiration,” he purred. He stopped the fucking.

“Oh FUCK!” Y/n screamed as Hal shoved his cock in alongside the handle. She was whimpering and biting her lip. She looked completely overwhelmed. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as the knife and the dick were penetrating her soaked pussy.

“You said a word,” he growled at me. “Not good little one.”

Pain bloomed in y/n’s brain as Hal cut a small slit in her throat. Somehow, the pain only enhanced the pleasure. King Henry was now on her neck like a vampire. He licked up the blood and his tongue felt so good she could faint.

“You love the feeling of this don’t you?”

“Y-“

“No, nothing to say but a name,” he whispered.

He was like an angel of death as he kissed at the same time his thumb pressed against her clit. Y/n keened like a wild animal in heat. She undulated, jolted, and convulsed like she was hit by lightning. She got another few scratches from this. Her orgasm made her look like she was possessed and she was. She was completely overwhelmed and filled with bliss. Her pussy walls squeezed a knife and the King’s cock.

“Oh yes,” Hal grunted in satisfaction. He released inside her. Rope after rope of semen from the man who held her captive filled her. She shouldn’t love it, but she was utterly cum drunk.

Hal pulled away from her completely. She was a mess, a complete and utter shamble of fluids. A small amount of blood mixed with cum, juices, and saliva. She was quivering. She mumbled nonsense in a submissive prayer.

“Tell me his name,” crooned Hal in her ear.

“Mmmm, sssssvvvmmm,” she said dazedly.

“See, I told you that you’d anoint my knife,” King Henry said. He showed her the knife that had been in her cunt. The handle wet, and the blade covered in droplets. She had squirted on his weapon, and she had to wonder how many times he’d done this. How many women had this worked on? It wouldn’t, couldn’t work on her.

“I w-wont, t-tell-“

“Oh, but you haven’t heard the best part,” Hal said cruelly.

“Tell me the name or I’ll never touch you again.”

Her eyes went wide. She looked like an addict who had been torn away from their vice. She struggled like an animal against her bonds. She looked at him pleadingly. She looked even worse than when she’d been dragged in here from the dungeons.

“Never, ever again. You won’t feel me again. Unless, you give me the name,” Hal said simply.

“Gideon Elspeth,” she croaked.

“Good girl,” Hal swooned. He kissed her gently, and softly, like she was a deity. She smiled and completely relaxed as though she’d been drugged. She was asleep by the time Hal exited the room.

“Did you get the name?” Asked a guard.

“Of course,” smirked Hal. “Just like I always do.”

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