The Queen's King

With a slow and purposeful lick Ulquiorra’s tongue gradually traces over your neck, the slim and whip-like muscle drawing a delighted groan from your throat as the bat woman above you roughly grinds her hips against your own, “Mmmm…what a surprise…it looks like I am the first one here John-kun~”

You mind, blurry and hazed with lust can only form brief moments of basic thought, the black winged angel above you tempting you deeper and deeper into your primal instincts of lust and desire, “Wh-What do…ungh! Ulqui-chan…what do…do you mean?”

With a soft and melodically evil giggle Ulquiorra leans closer, her mouth opening wider allowing thin and razor sharp fangs to gently graze across the nape of your neck. This causes you entire body to stiffen, the unique feeling of Ulqui’s needle shaped fangs sending an electric shock through your spine powerful enough to render you almost paralyzed. “I’ve seen the others wears theirs with pride John-kun,” Ulquiorra purrs with delight, her fangs ever so gently pressing into your skin with every words she mumbles around your broad muscled shoulder, “the marks of their mate, their alpha, their king…you John-kun.”

With a groan Ulquiorra’s fangs just barely begin to puncture your skin, a thin rivet of blood spilling from the fresh tiny wound before she backs off and begins to slowly suckle at your neck in hungry earnest. As Ulquiorra sucks and licks at the fresh miniscule wound on your shoulder you suddenly feel a new sensation flow through you, a powerful surge of something hot burning your body from head to toe in a lustful blaze. The ambrosia of the gods and goddesses of passion pouring directly into your veins as Ulquiorra removes herself from your neck with a quiet suckling kiss, “you do taste very exquisite John-kun…it surprises me that I’m here first…but I will be the first one here, to give my mark to my mate, to my king…to give him the mark of his queen…”

With another playful giggle Ulquiorra backs off slightly, your glazed eyes barely registering the porcelain white and pitch black woman straddling you through the murk of your furious desire, “So tell me John-kun…do you want my mark? Do you want to be with me forever, just like this, a king and his queen forever entwined with the unbreakable mark of a mate?”

You can only growl as you break free from Ulquiorra’s hold, her brilliant emerald eyes snapping open in surprise only for them to shut just as quickly, your mouth finding her shoulder and biting hard, digging your teeth into her flesh and leaving your mark. Ulquiorra’s claws grab at your back with the sensation of her blood flowing into your mouth, her entire body shuddering like a leaf in the wind as thin trails of crimson liquid begin to seep from the lines on you back caused by her claws, “O-Oh K-Kami! J-John-kun…m-my king!”

In a blur of movement Ulquiorra’s head ducks down to your shoulder, her fangs finding your flesh and sinking deep inside, driving her teeth into your flesh as you had done with her. The sensation is incredible as with a powerful groan you feel even more of that mystical fire flow through your body, the incredible and mysterious inferno pouring through your veins as Ulquiorra marks you as her king, as her lover, and forever more as her mate. Slowly the two of you pull away, Ulquiorra with a small smile on her now crimson lips as she takes in your form, panting, huffing, moaning, and harder than a thousand steel girders. Slowly Ulquiorra’s smile widens and she licks her lips, her eyes turning almost feral as she growls with a guttural need, “John-kun, my king…fuck me!”