Konig Sex Novels & Stories

he demanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the stone floor and into her very bones. “Flora, Your Majesty,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Flora,” he repeated, the name feeling both foreign and utterly right on his tongue. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The touch was electric, a jolt of pure fire that shot through both of them. Flora gasped, her eyes flying up to meet his. In their depths, she saw not just a king, but a man as lost and stunned as she was. He was caught, just as she was, in the inexorable pull of a fate that defied all logic, all tradition, all reason. The forbidden bond had been struck, and their wor

I asked raising my hand. "You've been answering every question already." Thuso said as she ran her fingers through Zo's locks. "But anyways my perfect sex would be, wait are we talking about sex sex or sex?" I was confused because sex sex and sex are two different things. "Sex sex Foxie." K sighed and I smiled happy to explain what I would like someday. "Oh okay, I believe it would be slow sex, with you and your beloved partner obviously just talking you know? Simple yet very intense."

He ground out with narrowed eyes. “Yes, please.” I moaned clinging more to him. My pussy brushes against his length when he slides me down his body before roughly turning me around and pushing. It feels ten times more taboo and wrong than at a kink club. But we’re too far gone to care. Our mutual thirst for each other, leading our actions. King shoves my legs apart and twists my long hair in his fist, pulling until my back bows, and grabs the front of my throat. “You still want to be fucked like my whore, sweetheart?” King grunts impatiently.

She hasn't been this bruised from sèxual activities since slavery. The King was being so hard on her, so rough. Not only that, he brought back the kinky sardonic sèxual plays that King Cone subjected him to, for over ten years. He never used any of them before, not after their slavery. It was animalistic. More pain than pleasure. King Cone's dark kinks. King Lucien had dropped them immediately he had his freewill, his freedom. But for the past two days, this new man that took over the King engaged in those kinks.

“This way.” King gave one last look around, took in the men sitting around with naked women gyrating on their laps or kneeling in front of them giving them blow jobs. His lips curled up in disgust, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes at it all. Nothing about this kind of free and easy sex interested King in the slightest – he’d never understood the need some guys seemed to have for an audience as they got off.

King asked. “Sex is good for pregnant women except you want me to have a hard time baring your child, fine we can stop” Aurora said, acting cute as she turned her face away from him. “Who said I wanted to stop?” Mr. King whispered into her ears and bit and kissed it and moved down slowly down to her neck and gave a deep and hard neckline kiss. She pulled me and moaned straight into his ears, deep but loudly making Mr. King lost himself and bit her and she screamed out of enjoyment but the sound got outside.

Nyka came along with five nymphs to pleasure the king. “I can master myself. I can remove her from my dreams. Those imaginings will go away the moment Nyka is on me.” This was the tenth time he had called her. She arched her back as her body straddled his thighs. Out of five nymphs one was kissing his mouth, two were on his chest and two were holding Nyka as she pushed herself over his shaft. His hands held her hips and he guided her where he wanted her. He wanted her deep. His legs were spread as their bodies writhed together. Her long black hair fell down her back as she watched him. Nyka was beautiful and she was at his disposal. They’ve been at it for more than two hours but Xikoth could

“Fascinating. Lucien looked ready to tear the throne apart. And yet here you are, locked away like a secret he doesn’t want to admit.” Rowan released him and stepped back, expression turning thoughtful. “Do you know what happens to male omegas who catch a king’s eye?” Caelan swallowed. “They are… removed. Quietly.” “Sometimes.” Rowan tilted his head. “Sometimes they become weapons. Pawns. Lovers. Corpses.” He smiled, all teeth. “My brother has never taken a mate. The law forbids it, you see. A king must breed heirs with a proper royal female. Anything else invites challenge. Rebellion. War.”

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively as my back hits the glass. I think I’ve had almost as much sex in elevators as in our bed. "Dominik," I gasp against his lips. "The cameras." "Let them watch," he snarls. "Let them see how the King worships his Queen." He fumbles with the zipper of his trousers and I reach down to help him, my hands shaking. I need him. I need to feel him inside me. The intellectual violence was satisfying, but now I need the physical release.