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"Reign"
It suited her, he thought. Belle stood gingerly, a beauty in a gown and crown.
He had sent his best traders and merchants to scavenge, barter, or steal the
last remaining tomes and books regarding traditional Licorne attire. The race
of ethereally beautiful creatures, now expired. Hunted, he amended to himself.
Hunted to extinction, and his people played a crucial role in the destruction of
what might have been the most magically gifted, if not physically frail species.
He searched for them for so long. And now, the last remaining royal princess of
the Licorne line stood before him, trapped in the lace, silk and chiffon before him.
His prize. His treasure. The king, the man who had everything, now, truly had it
all. His eyes burned from the shadows, his claws raking over a heavy drape, gaze
never leaving her.
"Why do you look so very sad, princess?" he asked, deep voice startling the painter
who almost ruined his masterpiece. Fear stayed the artist's hand, for the King was
known to be a hard master. And when it came to this young, horned female before
him? The king was absolutely, intolerant of any error. The artist resumed, not wanting
his head to leave his shoulders this day.
Belle did not answer. No, she would not answer him. The king curled his hands and his
claws dug into his palm. There she was, standing in front of him. His. She was his. She
belonged to him, god damn it. Yet, those incredible amethyst eyes never met his. Her
expression said she was leagues and leagues away, though her body was here. The girl
shifted, and the delicate clink of gold chain at her ankle was the only reply she gave.
"For one so small and prey-like, you are very obstinate, little princess."
There was an edge of anger in his voice. Belle's eyes lifted, for only a moment and it was
then he realized - she had rattled the chains on purpose. Such was her reply. Oh, this female
enraged him. How could she be in his bedroom, in chains, captured forever in ink and paint
and yet look so undomesticated. She was a creature of shyness and docility. The Hart'licorne
girl he'd captured and imprisoned was very susceptible to the scent and intimidation of bigger
predatory males like himself. The king paused and brought his palm up to his muzzle, as if he
could still smell the sweetness he'd cupped just a few hours ago, when he'd been trying to break
her of this silence. He would not ruin her virginity until he wrung from her more than simply those
precious little prey noises and feminine mewls of pleasure. He would have her mind and soul, not
just her body. Until then, her innocence was safe. But, oh, he longed for the day when he might
use her body to slake the lust rising between his thighs even now. The king adjusted his straining
shaft and swallowed hard, dry-mouthed.
"I have won every battle I have ever entered, my treasure. In this battle of wits, you are a worthy
opponent..." he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal and rage.
" But I will reign over you, yet."
Art by: Desubox :: I LOVE GETTING WATCHES & COMMENTS.
◈DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE: upload repost reference, copy , eyeball, replicate, etc. ◈
Belle is a CLOSED species. DON'T STEAL under the excuse of "inspired by her": I REPORT thieves.
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This piece is so ornate and detailed. I keep coming back to look at it and notice new things. I love the warmth of the light and sumptuous materials. They're such a stark contrast to her gaze. It's so focused and sharp, but there is a subtlety in her expression that is so mysterious. What is it? Fear? Disappointment? Pity? Resentment? Or something entirely different? She's such an enigmatic beauty.
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