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“That’s as maybe. But you’re not the one to do the killing. That’s what I have an army for.”
“An army you insist stands down while these little bastards kill everyone? The Eponites are so unafraid of you they basically attacked the city. Your stronghold. You’re going to let that slide?”
“I am not going to let that slide. I am not going to let anything slide. Starting with not letting you slide. You matter more than any horse.”
“No, I fucking don’t. Gossamer and her foal are worth way more than me.”
“Nothing is worth more than you,” he growls with sudden ferocity, holding me so I have to look at his angry dark gaze. “There is nothing on this entire planet that matters more to me. I’d let the entire city burn, every creature on the planet be slaughtered before I let harm come to you.”
“God. You’re like, obsessed with me.”
That is not the response he wanted. I know that because he yanks my breeches down and then more or less tosses me on the ground. I find myself face down in the goddamn dirt, my ass being whipped with the thick leather of a stirrup strap as hard and as fast as he can do it. His massive alien foot is pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, holding me down so I cannot move, and giving him all the play he needs for his lash to meet my rear.
It fucking hurts. My ass feels swollen in an instant, and it only gets hotter and more sore from there. I grit my teeth and I try not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out, but I can’t help it. When Equs reaches the end of his tether, he can be merciless.
“Why aren’t you doing this to them? Why aren’t you hunting down the tribe that attacked your fucking city? Stupid fucking asshole.”
None of this is making it better for me. I know what he wants. He wants me to break down and apologize and tell him that I’m so sorry for putting myself in danger and promise to obey him in all things forever all the time. But every time that lash lands, and another hot flash bursts through my body, I just get pissed off all over again. Someone should be hurting right now, and it’s not me.
“You’re still not getting it, are you, brat,” he growls. “Well, let me show you what else can be done to your disobedient little ass.”
He reaches down and pulls me up onto my hands and knees. Now would be a good time to scramble away, but he arrests that motion by grabbing me by my ponytail as he frees his monster cock from his pants.
He’s never been able to punish me without turning himself on. He’s a sick fucker. There’s no doubting that. I’m sick too, in a way that brings out the darkest, most dominant parts of him. He can be calm and measured and sensible with everyone except me.
Now would be a good time to beg for mercy, but I won’t, because it feels like giving in.
“I’ve let you get spoiled,” he growls. “I’ve given you free rein for too long. I’ve let you have run of the stables and now you think they’re yours. They're not yours. They’re mine. You. Are. Mine.”
He punctuates his words by sliding his cock up and down the slick lips of my sex. I’m wet. Soaked with rebellion and desire. But he doesn’t use that lubrication to fuck my pussy. He has another hole in mind.
“Oh Jesus, fuck, Christ, Jesus…” I call on an ancient deity as Equs pushes into my ass, making my very tightest hole spread wide for him.
The natural lube I’ve produced is not enough to stop it from hurting. He wants it to hurt. He wants me to ache. He wants me sorry, and he wants me sore. He’s getting his way.
His hand is under my jaw, lifting my head up, keeping me arched as he fucks my ass with those punitive strokes that seem to always slide into a tight place no matter how hard I try to relax.
He wants to break me so I never do anything dangerous again, but he can’t. I’m fucking unbreakable. He might be able to tame me for a while, but I’ll always be me in the end. I think we both know that. And that's why my spanked, aching, welted, fucked ass is paying the price.
I take every stroke, every fucking thrust, every goddamn intrusion of his punishing cock without giving in. My pussy is getting even wetter with this treatment, my entire body thrilling with pain and heat, and the inevitable byproduct of the two: pleasure. This king can’t break me, because I know how to bend.
He is grunting and growling like a feral beast, his powerful hips lunging against my whipped ass. My palms are pressed into the dirt, grit, and sand and bits of grass caught between my fingers as I support some of the weight of this demanding, commanding, furious monarch.
