13. King's Bed Slave

With all of her released, she felt drained and tired. The King filled her up with so much of his fluids. She never thought that sex could be this tiring. She never had done it. The training that she had and all of the killing wasn’t that tiring for her since she already felt empty and just a body walking and working, soulless. She found more urge to kill but what he did stopped her from doing any of it.

She looked at the window to find light from the outside. It seems that the sun was slowly waking up. But he wasn’t satisfied. She’s tired and sore. She’s covered with light bites and hickeys.

She’s also covered with his semen, mostly down there.

“We are not done.” He whispered as he gently caressed her face. He was admiring her while she hates everything about it. Even thought it was very pleasurable, she still hates it that she lose.

“I’m tired.” She whispered. “Please let me go.” Her eyes widened when he started removing the cuffs. She could run naked and covered with his fluids