The King in Red

by Ava Hall

“Jade… My beautiful girl…” he whispered in my fantasy. “I love the way your body feels… I love fucking you…”

“A monster who has yet to harm you. Don’t you think that if I wanted you dead, you would still be fighting me?”

“I already said. If I wanted you dead, it would be quite easy to kill you with my bare hands.” “I still don’t trust that you won’t,” I muttered. “To be fair, I don’t trust that I won’t either,” he admitted. I narrowed my gaze at him. “Oh, well, that reassures me. Thanks. You’re so kind.”

I couldn’t lie. He was right. I was fucking exhausted, mentally more than anything else, and that was almost worse. I was hitting a wall of anger. That, coupled with the whole, you know, being kidnapped thing? Not a good combination.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, moving closer.

I was fucked by tentacles.

This was very disappointing. I officially hated being kidnapped in a foreign realm.

“Loneliness is a feeling unlike any other,” he said after a moment. “It’s like an amplifier. It makes the bad things worse. It drives you

to the end of your wits and kills anything hopeful inside of you…”

Some of the friends I did have were mean to me, so I don’t like the idea of making new ones who treat me just the same. It’s just a lot of things like that. If it were just one big thing, maybe I could fix it in therapy, but there’s just fundamental parts of who I am that everyone collectively decided didn’t interest them.”

“Um… Sorry,” I muttered, crossing my arms again. “I talk too much, so… I try not to do that.” “What?” he asked, his voice strange and tight. I looked up at him and saw his mask wrinkled again. “Who told you that you talk too much?” “Hm? Uh, my mom.” I looked back down.

“Little one.” He put his hand on my shoulder again. “If I ask a question, I want an answer. A good answer. That was a good answer.”

“Good, little one,” he purred in my ear, pushing into me again and rubbing the inside of my pussy. “Come for me.”

"Very well, precious," he whispered, reaching up and stroking my hair with his palm.

"You're going to finish first, little one. I want you to come apart on my cock."

That as much as I want to care for you and pamper you, you still make me feel absolutely feral. I'm afraid I might break you, that's how badly I want you."

"Do it," he growled in my ear. "I want to feel you. I want to see your face when you come on my cock and see if it's any different from all the other ways I’ve been inside of you."

"Good girl,"

“No matter where you go in the world, I will be watching you, little one. I will never leave you, no matter how far apart we feel. I promise.”

And it was in this dream, with the beautiful, intelligent, sweet, fiery woman that the King realized how consuming love is. It eats your old self away until it doesn’t exist anymore. In its place is left only a partial thing, a thing that can’t survive on its own anymore.

But with that love comes something the King couldn’t remember feeling for a long time. Responsibility. When you love someone, it becomes your responsibility to care for them, to provide for them, and to make sure that they have everything in life that they deserve. And Jade… deserved far better than a monstrous King.

“I should never dare to dream that you could love me too, So I could never keep you as my captive. But know, my dream, the life that has been set apart for you Is one that I am proud to get to act in.”

“I missed you too, Jade… And I’ll never let you go again.”

“I love you just like you are, and you don’t need to change for me.”