In An Abandoned Storage Room, You Find A Series Of Notes Taken By The Queen's Beloved Knight. They Pretty

In an abandoned storage room, you find a series of notes taken by the Queen's beloved knight. They pretty much summarize her life story... Do you read them?

⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 16+ Spoilers for the game, mentions of past SA.

· The first note...

Ever since she was little, she was engaged to Chevalier's father. They grew up together, and slowly she fell in love with him.

Later in life, she married the king and then fell pregnant with Chevalier. Nine months later, she gave birth to him. A beautiful baby boy resembling her in appearance, with sky blue eyes and blonde hair.

She had hoped that her husband would at least visit her after she gave birth to their son, But he didn't. The King's absence deeply saddened her, He was the love of her life after all, Yet, he wanted nothing to do with her. Despite that, the hope in her heart that he would eventually open his own heart to her never faltered.

She had hoped he would show feelings for their son, and take him into his arms. Her hopes, however, are quickly crushed when a maid informs her the king won't be coming to see the baby.

Queen Michel still remembers how she cried while cradling Chevalier in her arms, The only one standing by her side to comfort her, Leticia, was seething with fury at the King's absence for the umpteenth time.

·

The announcement of Chevalier's birth spread throughout the kingdom, and the noble families in particular. Some visitors came to greet the new baby and wish him good fortune, albeit only with the ulterior motives of trying to betroth him to their families' future daughters.

With all the visits, monsters always lurked in the shadows of every smile plastered onto each face that looked at her son.

Chevalier was still a baby, and yet whispers of him being an abnormal child maliciously spread throughout the palace like wildfire. They pricked the Queen like rose thorns, Their malicious words feeling like salt being rubbed into her wounds.

And a new blow, cold as ice, struck the Queen harshly as she learned of her husband's new wrongdoing. He had wronged her own lady-in-waiting, Making the queen want to scream as loud as she could at him even if feeling sick to the stomach. Listening to her best friend's confession, she did her utmost best to Ignore her disgust and anger, and tried everything she could to comfort her best friend. She encouraged Leticia to love and care for her baby. She didn't want an innocent child with no fault whatsoever to be brought into this cruel world and hated.

Thankfully, her dear friend's beautiful heart found love for Clavis, despite how he came into existence.

Queen Michel often held baby Clavis who looked exactly like his mother, With beautiful amber eyes and soft purple hair. He was a cute little copy of his mother, and Leticia took good care of him. She even took care of Chevalier while looking after Clavis.

·

Chevalier, Although merely two years old, was unbothered and distant. He didn't want to play, Instead, He was learning to communicate faster than the average child would.

Whenever she tried giving him a toy, It would catch his curious attention for a few seconds, his eyes sparkling with delight at the new object before he inspected it and lost full interest in it, Resulting in him shoving the toy away or throwing it.

Chevalier would only sleep and mumble any words he could when displeased, His only interest being receiving meals.

He would only pout and frown, being a grumpy baby and looking up at his mother with big shiny blue eyes which resembled her own, and then he'd pull on her arm to signal her he wanted to eat.

She used to cuddle and coo at him whenever they were alone, Enjoying how cute her baby looked as he pouted at her disturbing his snack time, and how much of a glutton he was, his cheeks stuffed full like one of a chipmunk's as he gleefully munched on a strawberry.

The only time her son truly warmed up to her and acted cute was when they were alone together. Chevalier was very much like a cat, only accepting affection when he wanted it, and getting annoyed by it when he didn't.

Her baby hated others, and would throw things in frustration whenever a nursemaid cared for him, His childish tantrums being bad enough to scare the poor lady as he demanded his mother look after him in her place.

·

Queen Michel's days were difficult, with Mountains of work and sleepless nights exhausting her. Her unrequited love for her husband was taking a toll on her mental health as well, because he was dismissive of her even existing. They'd been together for years now, And yet he only gave her the cold shoulder. She craved affection from the man she had a child with, but was always denied and pushed away.

Peer pressure from her relatives and other noblewomen to have another child with him made her feel sick to the stomach, As much as she loved him, She could not sleep with him again. She would rather spend a day in a ditch than listen to him fantasise about another woman or cry while in bed with her.

·

One day when he was older, Chevalier killed a man.

The Queen was unsure whether she should be mad at him or the assassin who tried to kill him-- Obviously, she should be mad at the latter, And yet her heart felt heavy. Her child had killed someone, But he was as apathetic as ever. He ignored her when she tried to console him, and even kicked her out of his room because reading his book was more important to him.

Her heart shattered as she realized all words spoken about Chevalier when he was a baby came to be true, and she felt devastation pool at her heart, a burning feeling making itself present in her chest as her eyes stung with tears.

Unbeknownst to her, Her feet drag her to her husband's room where she knocks on the door, wondering if he would at least open it this once, But, No matter how long she stands in front of the door it never opens. She clasped her hands over her lap as she sank down to the floor before the door, trying to even her rapid and shallow breaths enough to calm herself down to stop weeping.

The Queen's sadness and heartbreak eventually morphed into something else.

Anger, Anger directed at her father, the marquis. Her Husband, and every court minister. She feels a strong surge of hatred for everybody as her fingers clutch her dress tightly, Causing the fabric to crease.

·

Her skin began to crawl whenever she sat on the throne next to the king, and her displeasure with her husband began to take root.

She didn't hate him, but she wasn't comfortable being with him. The man was unstable, Often looking alone despite being surrounded by others, and he suffered fits of madness that neither she nor the court ministers knew what to do about.

At night he would be unable to sleep, and often locked himself away from others. He rarely spoke to her or his… other... wives.

And she recalls how useless she felt whenever her husband locked himself away. She wished she could help him. She wished she knew a way to help him, because despite her now growing resentment towards him, She still held some affection him and didn't blame him entirely for everything.

·

One day, Sariel-- A child only 4 years older than her son Chevalier was brought to the palace by her husband, and she wonders what he thinks? What does he see? The king brought him to the palace, a lair full of monsters and beasts hiding in the dark. Why bring a child here? Who was he before he came here? What does he know about the king that she doesn't?

·

One day she has had enough. She discovers a maid that had left after the king put his hands on her, and defiled her dignity. Queen Michel storms into his room in anger, Feeling her blood boil and Ignoring her own maids' calls of worry, shutting the door with a bang behind her.

She glared at the king in anger, her once blue and clear eyes now narrowed sharply reflecting her emotions. It didn't matter what mental state he was in, Nothing could excuse his horrific actions. Now, he had ruined yet another person's life.

She raced towards the king and slapped him hard, The sound echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room and her hand hurting because of the strong impact of her hit. He doesn't say anything as he listens to her outburst, and allows her to take her anger out on him.

His silence only served to anger her even more, making her jaw clench tightly as she questioned him, What he's doing, What he's done.

She screamed how fed up she was with him and everybody else.

And for the first time ever, the king listened to her, His much larger frame looking smaller and smaller as his shoulders slumped down, somehow making him look weak.

That night, Something nobody expected happened.

·

During the morning, An announcement of the king's passing spreads throughout the palace, and makes itself known to every noble and slave in the kingdom. The king supposedly died from a heart attack, Which left the royal court in a sudden rage of uproar.

·

Queen Michel takes full control over the kingdom, and banishes any man or woman who opposes her reign. The queen has ordered for anyone who dares to speak against her takeover to have his or her tongue be cut off, and even gives a demonstration to the ministers who had a lot to say by having their tongues taken. She disposed of those ministers who continued to force, and try to talk her into marrying, saying that a queen with no king is weak and destined to fall. She turned the court into an authoritarian one, only giving power to the people she trusted and leaving them in charge.

After securing her takeover, Queen Michel went out to find the late king's new child. Her trusted spy informed her about the whereabouts of the maid violated by the king, telling her how she lived in a village near the border with obsidian.

Together with a group of well trained knights, the queen departed the castle and headed to the ex palace maid's house. The woman was afraid, nearly jumping out of her skin and bursting into tears when she caught sight of the queen. Her body shook in fear at what the queen may do to her, as she answered her questions with honesty, and relief soon flooded the maid.

She took Luke into her arms, and handed him to the queen, admitting she is unable to care for and love the child.

The Queen took the baby, gently carrying him within her arms before leaving the house. She brushed Luke's short orange hair back as she entered the carriage, and cradled him in her arms.

She may have been unable to avoid the tragedies that struck the palace, but at least she was able to save one little life, and would now be able to protect many.

Luke had 7 older brothers to look after him, So, she'll make sure he grows up well.

·

After returning to the palace, the queen is greeted by a curious Leon. His amber eyes sparkling up at her with wonder as he asks her who the baby is, and she tells him Luke is his baby brother which she finally brought home. Leon grins at her merily, his little hands clasping behind his back as he tells her he'll be a good big brother to the new troublemaker in their family.

She chuckles before ruffling his hair, his brown locks falling into his eyes before he brushes them away and runs off to his lessons with Sariel.

"A new baby brother?" Someone curious asks behind her, making her spin around.

"Yes Jin, I've brought him here so all eight of you can be together." She tells him while changing her hold on Luke, "Isn't he cute?" She asked.

"Well… He's chubby I guess..?" Jin rubbed his neck as an awkward smile fell upon his face at the sight of the baby, some conflicting emotions filling him, "he's really chubby…" He spoke.

"He's not THAT chubby, Jin." She tried to convince him.

( An: I later saw her giving baby Luke to prince Jin, and he seemed happy to hold him. )

·

After bringing Luke to the palace everything went on smoothly for the Queen, she ran the kingdom with an iron fist, and allied Rhodolite with both Jade and Benitoite, stationed more soldiers to protect the border with obsidian in case of an act of aggression from the empire, And her son, Chevalier, became warmer despite his still dismissive demeanour. He loved his new little brother and came up with his own name for him 'Jumbo' After seeing him. She had Leticia and Sariel to help her take care of the 8 princes, and even began seeing Sariel as her own son.

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♡ Suitors ♡ · Liam, Elbert, Jude 🩷

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, But more angst than horny. 🚶

Liam

He feels guilty now that he's fallen in love with you, and you don't reciprocate his feelings. He knows he shouldn't have bedded that fangirl who approached him.

He ruined your relationship.

His heart clenches painfully, and he feels a burning ache spread across his chest. How could he make you sad? Knowing that you hate him makes him uneasy, and he feels dejected as he ponders over the issue. Maybe, it's not too late for him to make things up to you? You were still willing to see him for dates sometimes, Even if they weren’t the same as before.

Maybe, he could make things up to you using his body.

That's how this whole ordeal takes place. He takes you at night, and he makes sure to satisfy you as well as he can until morning. He pushes your thighs apart and buries his head between them to lick and suck on your sensitive spot until your legs tremble.

You’ll surely forgive him if he takes care of you like this, right? He loves you. He wants you to love him back, he wants to make you happy. For the first time in forever, he wants something. He’s selfish, and he feels guilty about it. Even if you’re still acting cold towards him every morning before you leave, the little cracks in your poker face every time you bid him farewell ignite the smallest glimmer of hope in him.

Maybe one day, You’ll love him again.

This poor curious cat will soon be killed by his own actions, and the insane lengths he will go to. Will you stop him? Or will you cut him off and drive him into further madness? As Liam plans his next date with you, he can’t wait to show you just how much he can do with his cock.

Elbert

The water he finds himself in is so deep. How does he breathe? The sadness he feels spreads like poison throughout his body, and it’s like he’s drowning. He can have you, and yet it was only for tonight. Because he knows that he can’t keep you.

He makes the best out of it, wanting to feel your lips on his and your soft skin overlapping with his. He wants to feel all of you, your soft body pressed against him, how soft your hair feels when he runs his fingers through it… The taste of your lips.

You’re so beautiful, he loves pushing his cock inside you and watching as you take it. Even if you frown at him, you still looked pretty. Sure, there may currently be some bad blood between the two of you. But, even so, you were still very beautiful.

It’s almost scary, isn’t it?

He’s only bedding you to make sure that you indeed are what he wants. Just how far will he go to find what he’s looking for? Are you what he’s looking for? Will he throw you to the side and leave you, just to seek the most beautiful thing in someone else?

Elbert kisses your lips, and you notice how his empty blue eyes continue to stare at you intently. You’re an object in those beautiful, empty eyes.

When you get ready to leave the next morning, he looks at you curiously and wonders if you were what he was searching for. Could it really be you? He doesn’t know. He feels like he might go insane as he wonders.

Oh, How cruel fate is. His unfortunate soul will never find rest for as long as he lives, and he will always continue searching for the most beautiful thing in the world.

But, you leave, He realizes that he wants you. He wants you. Even if it means destroying all of the other things in his possession which he thought were most beautiful.

He needs to make you his…

Jude

Fuck you. You and your sweet little smiles, the ones that turn into deep frowns whenever you see him. Even if you despised him with your whole being, you sure as hell still loved being filled with his cock.

Jude curses under his breath when he feels how hard your pussy spasms around him when you orgasm, and he can't stop his words from slipping out. "Pervert. You're a dirty, Dirty, little slut. You say you hate me.. Yet, here you are. Having an orgasm on my cock" He rasps out as his hands grip your waist.

His Perverted and dirty little slut.

Only His… He hopes. Just thinking about the possibility of you being with anyone else is enough to set him off. He hates how irritated he gets because of you. You were nothing but a mere fling of his, a plain goody two-shoes woman who he happened to take an interest in one night.

How is it possible that he’s gotten this desperate for you? To seek you out whenever he can. He wants to fuck you hard enough engrave himself in your body, That way you can’t forget him.

Even if you thought Jude had no real interest in you besides your body, you were wrong. He’s far, far more interested. He wants more than just your body for a night, he wants you to be his. You’re his precious little slut, and he loves you enough to fill you with his cock, Even if you’ve started pretending that you hate him recently.

You can’t truly hate him.

Can you?

"Don't worry. It's just me."

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Yandere!Rio, NONCON, somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex. Fem!MC

Yandere Rio is so twisted that he no longer acts like Rio. He’s lost in the madness of his obsession, and his crazed mind can’t reason or differentiate right from wrong anymore...🩷

....

Rio thinks it's too much. Your endless studying, and undying devotion as Belle. You work far too much, way too hard, and you don't even treat yourself. That's why, as your caring butler he takes it upon himself to take care of you and relieve you of your stress. You wake up with his hand clasped over your mouth and his cock inside of you.

Your worried eyes frantically try to focus on him through the darkness of your room, and you thrash around, trying to scratch and kick your assaulter until you finally hear a familiar voice speak. "Don't worry. It's just me~" Rio says under his breath, And your eyes water with stinging hot tears. You feel dreadfully weak because you realize that it’s him. He, your most trusted person was raping you. That breaks your heart far more than knowing someone else was doing it.

Rio hears your muffled cries and quiet sobs, yet he pretends not to. His hand moves to your neck, and he gives your throat a hard enough squeeze as a warning for you to be quiet. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth, okay?” He speaks, and your erratic breathing increases as he warns you not to scream. “Don’t scream.” He says sternly, making sure to tighten his grip on your throat to get his words through your head.

He takes his hand off of your mouth, and you let out a whimper as you ask him why.

Why is he doing this?

“Because I love you so much! I want to make love to you and take care of you. You’ve been working so hard.” He says, as his other hand moves toward your hip to hold you.

What happened to your Rio? This one couldn’t be him. He just couldn’t.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to cry.” He tells you. “You know, I’m veeery happy to be with you.” He chuckles at the end, and you feel your stomach twist in disgust.

“I love you so much.” He repeats those words like they're a mantra.

He uses your body as he pleases, eventually tiring you out enough for you to stop resisting. You’re helpless, You can’t get him off of you, and he won’t be letting you go any time soon. His hips slam into yours harder now, making you jerk in surprise. You know he’s close, and he knows you’re tired. “You’re already sleepy?” he asks, and you nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark.

“Just give me a moment… I’m almost done.” He whispers, and you wait tiredly. Wait for him to finish filling you with his cum as if you were some toy. After what feels like forever, He finally does. A fresh stream of tears runs over the dried ones on your cheeks, and Rio snuggles against you, pressing you firmly against his body.

"I love you, Goodnight.” He kisses your shoulder, and you remain quiet.

You lie there, trapped in his arms and unable to get as much as a wink of sleep after what has happened. You feel dirty, sinful, disgusting. You want to take a shower and scrub your skin, hoping you can get him off of you, wash him away and wash off all of the guilt and shame that you feel.

You can’t sleep that night. You can’t get up and clean yourself, You can’t move an arm without his grip on you tightening. He’s not sleeping, and as his hand wraps around your neck to hold you in place, It slowly sinks in to you that you’ll never be able to sleep normally again.

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He stops before your door silver key in hand, and observes the light shining through the windows of your house, Poor thing... You didn't know what an unfortunate fate was about to befall you. His blood-red eye glimmers in the last rays of sunlight as he twists the key within the keyhole, hearing an audible 'click' before unlocking the door. He pushes the door open and steps inside quietly before observing the interior. He already had a basic layout of the house, along with directions, But still decided to have a look around for you anyway. Who knows? maybe you’ll unknowingly play a little game of hide and seek with him before he finds you.

He sees your coat hanging off of a garment rack and shoes stacked upon a small shoe rack near the door. He takes light steps, checking the living room for you, and then your bedroom. 

He enters your bedroom, his eyes scanning the area thoroughly before falling upon the lingerie set you had left on your bed. He chuckles, 'So slutty.' picking it up, he inspects the undergarment, his fingers tracing the lace as he mutters something to himself before he sets the skimpy material down. He continues to look for you, taking slower but quieter strides across the house until he finally hears you in the kitchen.

You take two cups out of the cupboard and then set them on the table, moving swiftly throughout the Kitchen and preparing the dinner table excitedly. Your husband was going to join you for dinner tonight so you cooked his favorite food and took out a sweet vintage wine for him to drink with it. You set the table neatly, adding candles to set the perfect atmosphere and make everything romantic... And then you waited. 

8:45 PM He was first 45 minutes late, So you waited until 9:00 before exhaling in disappointment. He promised you he'd be home at 8:00 PM sharp so the two of you could enjoy a nice dinner together and yet he didn't come home on time once again. You get out of your chair disappointedly to fix yourself a plate of food, figuring that there is no point in waiting for your husband anymore. ‘If he’s not home on time then he won’t be home for hours.’ You muttered to yourself.

As you pick up your fork and knife you feel somebody’s presence appear behind you and clamp a hand over your mouth. You squeal, startled by the hand and drop your kitchen utensils, then feel a warm breath hit your ear "Oh, Are you going to have dinner alone?" A voice you hate to admit you recognize asks you, making your heart set off in a panic and beat faster against your chest. The hand covering your mouth moves down to your throat, your perpetrator tightly gripping your throat with his left hand while his other hand moves to press a gun against your head. You freeze, expecting him to pull the trigger and end you right here and now but he clicks his tongue in amusement, "Can you believe he'd ask me to kill such a beautiful woman?" He talks, seemingly to himself as your hands nervously grip his arm with your fingers trembling in anxiety.

"What do you want?" You manage to rasp out between shallow breaths, "If it's money then just take my purse and go." You added, "Money?" He perked up, "Didn't you hear me when I said it's a shame your husband asked me to kill a beautiful woman like you?"

"...What nonsense are you sprouting?!" You hissed at him, your grip on his arm tightening and your nails digging into the fabric of his sleeve as his hold on your throat tightened firmly, his fingers putting pressure on your airway.

"Oh, If you don't believe me that's fine. I won't try to convince you to." He purrs, Sliding the gun from your head down to the sides of your waist before pointing the muzzle at your thigh, "You should be concerned about living now, rather than who sent me to kill you." His hold on your neck loosens slightly but only for him to push you down to the floor gun still pointing at you, "Get down." He says, and you comply, getting down just as he told. "What do you want?" You ask, licking your lip anxiously as you slowly move to get down on your knees, "I don't know?" He holds your hair tightly from behind, fisting it, then pushes you even lower down "You'll have to think of something so I don't blow your brains out I guess." He says nonchalantly. You feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the nape of your neck and trailing down your back, making you instinctively shiver as your eyes start to sting with tears, "Please don't do this…" You beg him, your meek voice cracking as you lose more and more of your composure. "I don't know… He offered me some good money to get rid of you. Whether I kill you or not depends on you, What do you have to offer?" He toyed with you amused, his voice sounding awfully cheerful for the predicament you were in. "Erm… Anything you want? I have a savings account-" He clicked his tongue in disdain, cutting you off and then roughly shoving the gun into your mouth. The muzzle knocks into your teeth before he forces it deeper in while tugging on your hair to force your lips to open wider. Tears stream down your cheeks, As he looks down at you with a sadistic smile on his face, "You look so pretty like this," He says with a pleased sigh "I'll enjoy you first before I kill you." 

He pulls you back to your knees by your hair, making you whimper in pain, gun still shoved in your mouth. His fingers let go of your hair to quickly wrap around your neck and choke you, “You’ll like this.” He whispers, his sickeningly sweet voice sounding awful in your ears. His hold on you is brutal as he slams your back down against the cold floor and grips your throat tightly, his body moving on top of yours to straddle you as you struggle to try and make him let go of you. “Look at you. all worked up and struggling to break free… Hasn’t anyone ever taught you that once you’re within a man’s grasp, a poor little woman like yourself can't get away?”  The gun muffling your screams falls down onto the floor as you struggle, kicking and hitting him as hard as you can with your fists. Your lips turn blue and your face gets paler as he chokes you to the point of almost passing out, “Look at how blue your lips have gotten. I’m going to have fun forcing my cock inside you as you continue to beg me to stop and struggle.” He lets go of your throat and you inhale loudly, coughing as you try to take in as much oxygen as you can.

He gets off of you and yanks you up by your hair, Painfully throwing you face-first onto the empty side of the kitchen counter. You feel him hold both of your arms behind your back before hiking your dress up your hips. 

“Please don’t do this” You beg him through tears, hoping he’ll change his mind and stop this. He rips your underwear off as you try to protest and fight back using whatever energy you have left, His rough hand slaps you hard once, a red mark forming on your cheek immediately, by the strong impact of his palm striking you, "Don't struggle too much now." He growls through his teeth, His hand sliding over your pussy for his fingers to rub at your clit. He presses his knee between your legs to forcefully spread them apart, and slaps you a second time when you try to close them. his fingers pull your underwear to the side to run through your folds, While caressing you he sharply yanks your hair back, his other one moving down to tug on his zipper and unzip his trousers. 

“Can you feel how hard you’ve made me? This cock is going to be in you, rearranging your insides soon bunny.” You whimper as his arm sneaks around you for him to grip your neck again, and he pumps his hardened cock before pressing it against your ass. "If you want to live then you'll behave yourself and be a good girl for me,,, won't you?" He bites your neck leaving a painful bruised mark behind, making you cry out in pain and shiver. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? Say you’ll be a good bunny." He repeats himself, his grip on your neck tightening to the point of being unbearable “Say you’ll be my good girl.” He orders "I will! I~ I’ll be your good girl." You manage to get out, your voice coming out hoarse and you hic when his hold on your neck loosens, "Let's see if you can be a good girl then. put your hands on the counter." He commands you, letting go of you while you hesitantly do as he says. He picks up his gun off the floor and wipes it with his hand while you stand in front of him nervously with your palms pressed flush against the cold counter. He licks his lips, the sight of you helpless and at his mercy arousing him, painfully so, as he feels how his hard cock twitches because of you to the point where it's aching, begging to already be shoved into your little cunt and ruining you as you scream. He walks beside you and leans against the kitchen counter, then points his gun at you, "Get on your knees and pray you know how to give good head" He watches in satisfaction as you shuffle to do as he says, disgust plastered all over your face as you kneel before him, "If you try to bite me I'll blow your fucking brains out." He warns you. 

His hand makes its way into your hair and then he roughly pulls it to hurt your scalp as a warning. You grimace at him, grossed out by just how much of a crazed monster this man is... He pulls you forward towards his manhood and you try to surpass a gag, already feeling nauseous by what you're about to do because of him. “Go on.” He encourages you. Your hand hesitantly moves up to wrap around his shaft before you stroke it once, your fingers deftly pumping it while he holds the gun to your head, "Take it into your mouth." He urges you inclining his hips toward you. 

You lean closer to his shaft and lick a stripe down the base, your tongue tracing the vein on the left side of it, and you hear his breath hitch. You pump him with your hand, not quite sure how exactly you'll take him into your mouth because he is quite big. You give his cock small kitten licks, your tongue giving special attention to the head until you suck the tip and wrap your mouth around it, hollowing your cheeks out and taking him as much as comfortable into your mouth. Your other hand wraps around his shaft to pump him as you Bob your head up and down, making him twitch inside of your mouth. Your abuser's head falls to his shoulder as he sighs, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face and stroking your head as he praises you, "Good bunny..ah... You're doing so well with that mouth." 

He pets your cheek, lightly thrusting his hips forward to make you gag. Tears form in the corners of your eyes from the action but you continue to please him. He moans quietly, relishing in how warm your mouth feels as you suck his cock off,  "You're doing so we-ll…hah… I might just make you my own wife instead." You just look at him with a glare from the corner of your eye, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He continues, "You're choking on my shaft now while your husband is away." 

Spit drips down the corners of your mouth as he forces your head lower down on his shaft, "You're such an unfaithful wife. Choking on my shaft like a slut just begging for it… Would you like me to fuck you in your shared bedroom where you and your husband sleep next?" He abuses your throat, making you gag and cry with tears running down your cheeks like a stream as he thrusts faster and deeper, hitting the back of your throat hard. "Oh but I suppose it's my fault you're being such a dirty slut of a wife right now" 

"If your husband wasn't an asshole you wouldn't be forced to choke on my dick." 

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times, his movements slowing down as his hips tremble slightly and you feel him twitch in your mouth, Thick cum soon hitting the back of your throat as he reaches his release. He holds your head on his shaft, refusing to let you go even as you gag and feel disgust rise from the pit of your stomach again, "Swallow it." He orders you, "I'll let you go when you take all of my cum" Your brows furrow in disdain, your need to breathe quickly overriding your disgust as you swallow his cum, desperate to have air. He pulls your head back, saliva still connecting your lips to his shaft as you pant heavily and he sticks his thumb into your mouth, making you stick your tongue out  "Good bunny~" He purrs, "Get up now and put your hands on the counter again." He reaches under your arms to help prop you up, Your legs feel weak and your panting still has not subsided as you slouch atop the kitchen counter, too tired to hold yourself up on it. 

He pets your head from behind, his fingers hiking your dress up once more before moving towards your pussy again. He rips your underwear off then spreads your folds apart, feeling his fingers become wet as he prodded your tight pussy’s entrance. He pulls his fingers back to see them slick with your juices and then tilts his head in amusement,  "Oh, What's this?" He inquires "Does this turn you on so much? Being taken advantage of?" 

His other hand strokes your ass, his fingers squishing the soft flesh there before he insults you, “What a slutty little bunny you are.” 

"If you want me to fuck your cunt so badly that you've gotten this wet then I ought to do as you desire." He shoves two fingers into your pussy, making your hips twitch, and he moves them slowly inside... He rubs your walls his fingers pumping in and out of you as he adds another one to quicken his pace. He takes hold of your leg and pulls it to the side to spread your thighs wider for him to finger you easier. He puts another finger in before clicking his tongue and turning you around, hoisting you up so you can sit on top of the kitchen counter. He stretches your walls loosening you up enough for him to sheathe his cock into you without you having to be in too much pain. You frowned up at him, A quick "Slow down" leaving your mouth as you grabbed onto his shoulders. 

He pauses for a moment then resumes to fingering you too fast and making you huff as your legs tremble and try to close, as you feel like he’s about to force your orgasm out of you, "I know you're ready for me bunny" He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices and getting a sweet taste of you. "Wait-" You choked out,

"What?" He asks, his single red eye glimmering in delight as it looks straight into your own eyes.  "I...I'm not ready." You voice out, guilt clouding your head once again because he was about to force himself into you… and you’re allowing it.. again. "Aww, are you feeling bad for your husband?" His fingers stroke your thigh, gently caressing your soft skin, "I'm…" Your voice cracks as you begin to cry once more, loud sobs leaving you and wrecking your body. He looks sympathetic... Almost apologetic even. stroking your hair gently, he hugs you closer to him "Shh… I won't take long." He whispers into your ear, making you shiver. Your hands press against his chest as hard as they can, trying to push him away from you but he merely grabs your legs before aligning himself at your entrance. He enters you with one long thrust, making you nearly scream as you hurriedly clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape you.”Fuck, you’re so tight..” He breathes in deeply, feeling your soft walls welcome him in and stretch around his shaft, his hands move to wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes “Fuck, Bunny… You’re so tight.” He groans “Can you feel how hard you’re clenching around me?” he begins moving, his shaft dragging sickeningly well along your walls and giving you an awful sense of pleasure… You curse yourself mentally as you moan underneath him like a bitch in heat and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him deeper in. “G-Good bunny..” He praises you, then nips on your neck, leaving a sweet and tingling mark there. “Haah..” You moan beneath him, unable to contain your voice anymore. Despite how much you hated him… this. he was unfortunately turning you on. “Look at how loud you’re being~ you really are...a..a slutty bunny.” He chuckles as the sound of skin hitting skin combined with your moans and his grunts echoing throughout the otherwise quiet house. “I knew you'd enjoy this, bunny.” He kisses you as tears escape your eyes, leaving you a whimpering mess at his mercy. He pulls your hips up changing angles for the better as his shaft reaches deeper into you, dragging along every pleasant nerve and spot.

“Please-..” You mewl unsure of what you’re beginning for.. his cock? This is so shameful and embarrassing... “Please what bunny?” He inquires, his thrusts slowing down but becoming harder. “Do you want to cum?” His grin is awfully smug, his black eye patch somehow finally catching your eye as you gaze up at him stubbornly refusing to answer.  your eyes almost burn a hole into the dark material of his eye patch with how hard you’re staring, and he takes note of this. “Oh. Are you curious? Too bad I can’t show you… I'd have to kill you then.”

Your breath audibly hitches in your throat as his cock hits that one good spot inside of you, making your toes curl and your fingernails dig into his shoulders as you whimper and hold onto them for support. “What a stubborn little bunny.” He stops moving and the abrupt lack of stimulation just frustrates you further as you glare at him, “Please..” You can’t stop the words from escaping your lips, “Please keep on fucking me hard Gilbert~”

“I want to cum” You added, needily arching your hips toward him. His eye sparkled in satisfaction as he leaned down to your ear to whisper, “I’m so happy to finally hear you say my name.. Ah” he starts moving again, his thrusts slow at first then, gradually becoming faster as your hand moves down to rub at your clit while he pounds into you, a series of loud moans leaving you both. “-Fuck.. Bunny... I missed fucking you like this so much.” You hear him say as you clench around him, your pleasure quickly building up until you finally throw your head back, nearly screaming his name as your orgasm washes over you and makes you cum all over his shaft. “FUCK- Gilbert~!..ooh...”

A minute later, he’s cursing under his breath his hips sloppily moving as he slows down his thrusts until you hear him moan quietly, his cock shooting long ropes of cum within you and painting your walls white. 

Filled with his cum, You lay there panting, neither of you daring to say anything until you finally feel relaxed enough to speak. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” You admitted truthfully. “I said I’d steal you away, didn’t I?” He replies as he rubs your cheek, his red eye softening as he sweetly looks at you. 

You both gaze at each other for a while before you tug on his necktie, pulling him down for a comfortingly sweet kiss. As the two of you change angles to deepen the kiss. you hear the front door being loudly unlocked and then thrown open with a loud ‘thud’, someone finally making his way into your house. “Ah, There’s your husband.” Gilbert chuckles as he pulls out of you, his cum with your juices combined beginning to drip out of your pussy almost instantly. He pulls back from you to tug your dress back down your hips, and tuck himself back into his trousers, “Let’s greet him, shall we? After all, he’s the fool who ordered your assassination.” 

“And later let’s have some of that dinner you made.”