Pampered by the Villainous Tyrant King

Chapter 42 (MM)

A/N: I own nothing but plot. Enjoy!

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Percy woke up in a delightful position. The queen's back was pressed against his bare chest while his arms embraced her waist. She was still fast asleep while his body was accustomed to waking up early in the morning, no matter how tiring the previous night had been.

Last night had been a whirlwind of erotic dreams that made him smile. If every night and morning could be like this, Percy would die a happy king.

He pressed a kiss to her nude shoulder, brushing the golden strands of hair away. His queen had a peaceful expression on her face.

Percy couldn't help but hold her tighter. He had admittedly been jealous when he found out that nobles had brought their young sons to be gifted as courtesans for the queen. In combination with his thirst and backlash from using his magic so often, he had almost lost control as a human and pounced on the queen like a beast. Thankfully, the queen had enjoyed every moment as her hips wiggled enthusiastically underneath him and her lips possessed his being.

Now, thinking back to those memories made Percy's member stiffen. He had never taken himself out of her body, letting himself stay inside her half-erect. Now, it was expanding, eager to experience pleasure again. Percy could understand why the former Eldoris kings brought many women with them to war to spend their lust for the body after long battles using their magic. But to Percy, only one woman could elicit such feelings in him.

Percy kissed Annabeth's nape that was already dotted with fading pink marks from last night. His movements woke her up as she sleepily turned her head.

"Good morning, my queen."

His voice was huskier than normal.

"What...are you doing?" The queen asked drowsily as one of his hands cheekily fondled her breast. The nipple on the soft globe was already perking up under the ministrations of his hand.

"I thought that would be rather obvious." Percy replied.

His naughty hands reached down to play with her clitoris. Now and then his fingers dipped into her folds until they could go no further. She was beginning to be wet again, a fact that delighted him.

"But it's morning," she whined.

"Who said love-making had to be done at night?" He replied roguishly.

Now that she was awake, Percy took the moment to move her legs apart so he could more easily move his hips halfway out before thrusting back in. This sideways position was slightly awkward and prevented him from moving too fast, but he wanted to take it slow for now. If he was as rough as he had been last night, he was sure the queen would kick him out faster than he could apologize.

Though he had cleaned her up, her soft inner walls were still wet from last night. As he rolled his hips, more fluid leaked between her thighs.

The queen reached back and gripped his hips, wanting him to move faster.

"Let's take it slow for now, queen," Percy whispered.

Really, if they weren't careful, she might not be able to stop crying for pleasure for a whole day and night until she had to spend a whole week in bed to rest.

"Touch me here," the queen said softly.

"Where?"

"Here..."

"Show me."

Wantonly, the queen grabbed his hand and pushed it between her thighs. Percy grinned behind her and moved his fingers over her clitoris in gentle circles. These love-making sessions only served to emphasize that she loved to be touched there and brought to an orgasm fast. Every now and then, he would dip his fingers into her wet slit to moisten his fingers before coming back up to circle her swollen clit.