“Come with me, My Queen. That’s it, baby.” The sounds of pleasure coming from her makes it hard to hold off.
“Please,” she begs me. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I growl, feeling my balls start to draw up.
“Neo!” she sobs.
“Shhh. I know, love, I know. Let go, give it all to me. Cum,” I command. And she does. Her body locks up as her cunt grips my cock, pulsing around me as she screams so loud that there is no doubt in my mind that the whole house knows what we’re doing.
I follow after her, biting down hard on her shoulder. I roar as I thrust into her one last time before my cock twitches violently, filling her with my hot cum.
“I love you,” she breathes.
“I love you too,” I tell her, kissing the tooth marks I just made on her creamy white skin.
“Thank you. I needed this,” she admits, breathing heavily.
“Never thank me for making you feel good, baby. It’s what I’m here for.”
Pulling out of her, I look down to see my dick coated in red. My cum drips down her leg, mixed with her blood.
“Now, let meactuallyget us clean, and then we can cuddle in bed, eating all the junk food,” I tell her, brushing the wet hair from her face.
She smiles up at me, and fuck, I just about die at how perfect she is. Seeing so much being lifted from her shoulders fills me with a sense of pride.
“I’d love that.”
We wash up, cleaning any evidence of the mess we made, but not before I pay extra attention to her over sensitive clit, bringing her to another orgasm.
“Sit,” I tell her, nodding my head to the bench in the shower. The water is off and she's wrapped in a fuzzy towel.
“Okay, that I can do myself,” she says, holding out her hand for the tampon in mine.
“I. Said. Sit,” I growl.
“I’m gonna fucking shoot you,” she mutters, making my lips twitch. But she sits.
I part her legs and pull her ass close to the edge to get the right angle. Taking the wrapper off, I insert the applicator and then push the tampon in. She’s giving me a death glare the whole time, but she lets me take care of her nonetheless.
Is it weird? Maybe, but I don’t fucking care. Most things I do people see as weird or fucked up, and I just wanna take care of my Queen.
“There,” I say, leaning over to kiss her before standing up and tossing the garbage in the trash.
She watches me dry off and get dressed before I go over to collect her, scooping her up into my arms.
“I can walk you know,” she protests.
“I know,” is all I say as I grab her change of clothes and carry her into her room. Placing her on the edge of the mattress, I dress her, not missing the smile that she tries to hide as I do so.
When she's dressed, I strip the bed clean and remake it with fresh sheets before tucking her back into bed.
“We're having a lazy day,” I tell her, bringing over her coffee. Good thing it was an iced one because it would have been cold by now.
I hop into bed and snuggle up with her. We watch a movie before the others come to check on her. One by one they file into her room, and we all end up watching a few more movies together throughout the day.
We're all in her bed, munching on snacks when she looks up at me, giving me a smile that fills my body with warmth.
I never want her to think I wouldn’t die for her, that I don’t love her with every fiber of my being. I will spend every day of the rest of my life showing her, reminding her of the queen that she is. That she doesn’t always need to take care of herself anymore. She’s not alone. And she never will be again.