Stalk Me Mr Stalker

69) King's lustful beast

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3RD POV
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The booming of the music reaches the VIP section like dull thuds from the base. It's loud enough for the occupants to enjoy and quiet enough to make conversations between them without feeling like their ears are going to explode.

From the second floor, King overlooks the regular section down below leaning against the railing.
He has just learned about Luna's disappearance half an hour ago. They have fought, argued, healed, and then out here for a drink to calm their nerves.

His anger towards his brother has mostly subsided, but the rage burning in his chest for his dear Luna grows wilder and wilder with each passing second of their distance.

He takes the remaining content of his glass in one gulp before placing the now empty on top of the railing.
One tip and down it falls on someone's head.

While King stares at it blankly, a smaller and slender frame walks up and stops next to him. For over a minute, nobody says anything to each other and the female just sips her wine leisurely, awaiting his approach.
Her confidence in her charm blinds her to the fact that King doesn't even acknowledge her presence.

When another minute ticks away, she clears her throat.
Still, no reaction.

She frowns feeling ignored and undermined. How can there be a man in this world who isn't bending to her will? How is it possible for him not to even look at her once?
Unbeknownst to her, King already knows she is there, and the heat radiating from her body lets him know she is aroused for some reason. But he continues acting as if there is nothing but air on either of his sides.

"Hey, handsome." She smiles placing a hand on his arm, forcing their interaction.

"Leave while I'm still being nice," he says coldly, sparing her not even a little glance.

The brunette frowns making her hold on his arm firm. "That's some nice muscles you got there."

Silence.

"Why don't we go somewhere we can alone, hm? It's too crowded here don't you think?"

Silence.

King's lack of reaction pushes the brunette to desperation as her ego stabs her heart. She frowns half glaring at King. And after a glance around the tables behind them to make sure no one is watching them, she slides her hand from his arm and down his abdomen, appreciating his firmness.
"Damn! You got a great body underneath these unnecessary clothes," she praises feeling him up.

"You'll only get hurt miss. Leave before you regret thi-"

"Shh!"
She grabs his balls and gives them a sensual squeeze while leaning her body against his side to hide what is going on in the front.
"Just as I thought. You've got a decent package. Better than I expected. I wonder how it looks like when it's-" The hand sneaks under that bands of King's pants and boxers. "-turned on!"

She has been eyeing him for a while, mostly his groin. The alcohol and King's alluring face and body made her horny long before she approached him.
Now that he isn't resisting except for his verbal warning, she has gathered enough confidence to feel him up in public.

As her long fingers wrap themselves around his girth, King presses shut his eyes.
And when the soft hand starts stroking him while she whispers dirty talk at him, he draws near the edge.
'How nice of her to deliver herself to me. I've just healed and haven't let out some steam. She is perfect... I may end up breaking her, but it's her damn fault. Haven't I warned her enough?'

"This is your last chance. Leave while you still can."

His threat only arouses her more.
She giggles, resting her head on his shoulder with a wide smile on her lips. "Why should I? It's bigger now that it's hard. I want to have a taste of it. So let's go somewhere else."

"Suit yourself."

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*Slurp*
*Slurp*

The sounds floating from their erotic contact fills the stall they are in and even sneak into the bathroom. But none of them cares for this feels good even though the brunette is fighting for her life to stay conscious as King's massive cock assaults her throat.

He holds her by her hair, thrusting deep into her throat while glaring at her.

His rhythm grows aggressive by the minute, leaving the poor woman in tears and choking now and then.

She had faith in her seductive skills as well as her blowing skills but has been proven wrong by King's animalistic thrusts.
It almost feels as if he thinks it's a pussy he is fucking and not a damn throat.

While she digs her long sharp fingernails on the back of his bare thighs, King continues pounding away, his hands gripping her hair harder than necessary.

Her throat is on fire, her mouth is too full, and her scalp is starting to burn.

'This is why he was warning me?' she wonders with her blurry vision on King as he instructed her when they began this blowjob seventeen minutes ago.
'I feel like I'm going to become mute after this. I should make him stop. I don't think I can take it anymore.'

King grins tightening his hands and slamming her mouth firmly on the base of his shaft to hold it there. 'By the time I'm done with you, you will want to convert into a fucking nun.'

'Let's take a break, please.' Her eyes beg yet his cock ignores everything on the pretext of having warned her before everything began. She can blame no one but herself.

For another ten minutes, King ravages her throat before he finally cums just as she is on the brink of unconsciousness.
Yet even after cumming, he doesn't retreat his weapon of a cock and instead holds it there to make sure she swallows his cüm to the last drop.

"That felt so damn good, don't you think?" he mocks releasing her hair to allow her to collapse at his feet.

The usual choking coughing, and cüm mess follows, but she sighs inside, happy that she has made it alive.
But all of her rejoicing is cut short when a pair of strong hands pull her off the floor using her hair before throwing her on the toilet facing it.

"Wa-"

King pulls her skirt up to reveal the fishnet stocking beneath. "Hahaha! You came prepared."
He, without losing a breath, tears the stocking at the back to create an entrance around her ass and pussy.

"Let's take a-" *cough* "-take brea-" *cough*
Her makeup is already ruined by the tears that are still falling and the cum leaking from both her mouth and nostrils. An ugly mess that makes her wish she had listened to his warning. Now that it has gotten to this, she has no control over the beast that she let loose.

"Break? But I'm just getting started. I'm going to fück you until you feel like dying. That's how horny I am right now!" he declares maniacally, grabbing her waist to set her ass just right.
"I don't do foreplay, so I hope you are wet enough for your sake."

"No! N-"

"Shut up!" he hisses bringing his hand to grab and cover her mouth as the other guides his cock to her entrance.
"Now let's see what this slutty hole is made of."

He plunges his entire length into her pussy in just one thrust, drawing out a horrified cry from the brunette which is instantly suppressed by his hand.
"I bet you've never had a dïck this big. Your hole is fucking tight for a whore like you," he hisses angrily before licking the back of her ear.

As her walls compress his cöck in a feeble attempt to fight it, King moans out in pure pleasure. It feels good, better than he anticipated. But nothing can beat Luna's pussy for some reason.
Maybe because she is the person he hates the most in the world or because she is a transcendent pet, he can't decide. All he knows is that it always feels like heaven whenever he is ramming into Luna. Especially how her hateful scowls make him fully hard whenever he sees them.

Just thinking about Luna's disgusted face affects King's current arousal.
His cöck enlarges some more, making the innocent woman scream in pain internally.
She feels full to her cervix. If he thrusts hard, she is certain he will rip into her womb.