King to F2

The King of this little group, the Master of this harem, was often overlooked, and for good reason. Half of the women in the harem were taller than him by a notable margin, while the other half were far more colorful than his dark and slightly oversized clothing was.

Further, he was only about as strong as the girls in the harem outfits were, as his combat abilities was nowhere near the levels of Evelyn, Reyla, and especially not the Queen. Beyond that, his temperament was ill-suited for battle, as his shy and overly caring nature meant that he would only be good at fighting in desperate situations.

This just so happened to be a desperate situation. Nobody else could deal with the dark-skinned woman in the skin-tight bodysuit, with her out of range of His girls retaliating. Judging by the way she was glancing between Giselle and his Queen, she would be leaping for one or the other, no matter which of the two moved to avoid it. If neither moved...He expected that his Queen would be her chosen target.

But. He was in the perfect spot to intervene, and she seemed to have overlooked him entirely. Raising up his scepter, and rearing back, he swung it into her side, the surprise attack catching her off-guard and knocking her to the floor to the black stone beneath her feet.

"Oof! How in the fu-"

Before she could push herself to her feet once more, the young white King moved on top of her, straddling her body and pressing the massive, heavy cock hidden under his black skirt against her body. The dark-skinned infiltrator blinked, her athletic form splayed out on the ground before him while a dick that was far too big for a man his size rubbed against her bodysuit.

"Heh." She smirked, resting on her arms as she looked up at the short white man, her dark eyes filled with amusement. "Gonna try and fuck me into submission~?"

"M-maybe..." The white King muttered, feeling several eyes from his Harem watching as he moved in closer. While he was blushing, he also didn't shrink under their stares...instead, he seemed to be getting even harder as they all admired the sight of their Master looming over one of their opponents.

The woman smirked, then spread her legs and even reached down so as to expose the glistening treasure hidden under her leather bodysuit.

"Go on, then. It'll be fun to watch you try...and even more fun to see these sluts' reactions when I milk you completely dry and get you addicted to my legs locked around you~" Petra taunted back, and while the girls around him may have looked annoyed or rolled their eyes at her mocking tone, the King's lips formed into a frown. He glared at the woman, though she couldn't really see it thanks to the mess of hair that was covering his eyes.

Still, he refused to react to her taunts, and decided that it would be a lot easier to just prove her wrong, instead. So, calling upon what magic he had to empower his body and his member, the short white King lined himself up with the already dripping wet woman, and before she could truly grasp the sheer size of his rod, a scepter that could rival her Master's dark shaft, he thrust inside her, stuffing her full in a single thrust.

Despite her confident demeanor, Petra saw stars after a single thrust. She tried to wrap her thick thighs around his diminutive frame, but another thrust, one that had his shaft pressing deep enough to claim her completely and thick enough that it dragged against her inner walls, ruined her attempt to take control. The young King's hands grabbed a handful of her plush, plump thighs, his soft fingers sinking into her most attractive assets, and pushed them up. He didn't have the strength to fold her up, but he had more than enough power behind his thrusts to make her cry out in pleasure.

"I-Impossible!" Petra cried out, the dark assassin struggling to resist his cock. "H-how are you this good?!"

"Y-you shouldn't....nngh!" The King groaned out, his oversized, hefty balls smacking against her lips and making her soaked slit tingle. "Under-estimate me a-and my girls!"

"Y-you're just a bunch of...f-future slaves, w-who don't know it yet!" Petra growled out, trying to sound angered, but a series of moans and whines that he draws out of her ruins the effects.

He glowered at her, or at least tried to, but his size and his hair made it a useless gesture. So, instead, he tried something else. He called upon that magic, that power that resided in only him. The thing that, while the girls around him were insanely strong, tough, magical, none of them could challenge. His Divine Rule.

He channeled that power into his scepter, and thrust.

Petra came immediately, her body arching off the black stone and thrusting her perky mounds up toward him. More then that, Petra could feel something inside her changing, an affection for the man on top of her that hadn't been there a moment ago.

"W-what're you doing to me...?" She growled out...or she tried to, but it sounded more like the pleading whines of a schoolgirl, not the battle-hardened woman she knew herself to be...and yet, her heart fluttered as she saw the young man grin at her question.

"It's my power. Whatever blessings you and your weird friends have, it can't beat my Divine Rule."

"W-what sort of nonsense is that...?" Petra groaned, but she couldn't help but feel like it was far too true.

Another thrust had her cum undone around his potent shaft, and her affection for him only grew. This time, he didn't give her any time to recover, and started slamming down into the helpless infiltrator, his hips making her ass quake and jiggle in a way that the dark-haired young man knew he would enjoy seeing with her face-down and that bountiful butt facing towards him.

"I...I c-can't l-lose like...!"

The young man on top of her couldn't hold back anymore, pushing deep inside her and filling her womb with his divine seed.

Petra came harder than ever, and his Divine Rule became absolute. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she squirted because of him, her whole body shaking from the pleasure. She couldn't resist him anymore...no. She didn't want to.

When her eyes opened again, her dark eyes had pink hearts in the center.

"Stay here, and don't do anything to stop the other girls. Okay?" The dark-haired young man said, fixing both his clothes and hers. Petra smiled, not her usual smile when she had a helpless prey laid out before her. A dreamy, giddy smile that would've looked right at home on one of the brightly adorned Harem Girls in the front.

"Yes...my King~"

Black King-Side Knight (Petra) Captured!

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