The Royal Revenge

Elys gagged as Aleksander’s fingers pried her mouth open. Why was he getting rougher with his ways? Her eyes twitched, and in her frustration, the young queen bit her husband’s fingers hard. Her canines dug so deep into his skin that she even tasted his blood in her mouth. It tasted strange, and it vaguely reminded her of the scent of the undead. The texture was thicker than human blood, sticking to her throat and making her gag all the more.

In short, it was a horrid thing to have in one’s mouth.

"Ow!" Aleksander yowled as he yanked his hand out of her mouth. "What was that for?"

Blood dripped from his wounded fingers. He brought them to his mouth and licked them, immediately healing. It wasn’t that deep anyways.

"Get your hands off of my mouth, husband," Elys hissed at him. "Fuck me, do what you like, but I will not have your hands inside my mouth. It is far too demeaning!"

A lopsided grin lifted the corner of Aleksander’s mouth. He chuckled a bit and his golden eyes turned dangerously cold.

"If not my hand, then would you have my dick inside your mouth?" he asked her.

He had suddenly stopped moving his waist, his entire length still buried deep inside Elys.

She huffed as she heard his question, and saw the challenging look he gave her.

"Well? Would you do that instead, wife?" he asked.