Flower Wrapped Around the Hilt

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Enji/Izuku

Rating: Explicit

Tags: size difference, rough sex

Summary: Prince Izuku is given to King Enji as a consort as part of a peace treaty. It's a big responsibility for him but not that he's complaining

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Turning on the spot, Izuku closely examined himself in the mirror. Draped over his small body was something that could be called an outfit…if he was being massively generous. The damn thing was so sheer, it might as well be see through. Thin, flowy fabric clung to his curves, accentuating his butt, hips and thighs while leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Everything was connected by flimsy ribbon threads – easily removed…or torn, as they were probably going to be fairly soon. His chest, belly and back were bared, leading to even more confusion as to why he had been instructed to wear this. He was practically naked! Was there something sexy about this that he just wasn’t getting? Izuku spun around slowly again. Maybe because it was so feminine? Was this supposed to be humiliating for him? Perhaps this was just to King Enji’s liking?

Yes…yes, that had to be it. This must be something that King Enji specifically requested. Izuku nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another. Would…would King Enji like it? He bit down harder on his bottom lip. The anxiety that had been lingering at the back of his mind, momentarily held back by the confusion of this bizarre outfit, came rushing in, followed by a wave of cold that coated across his muscles. Izuku clasped his hands in front of him, his gaze drifting off to the side, unable to stand looking at himself any longer as the doubt grew bigger and bigger inside his mind. What if King Enji didn’t like it? What if he took one look at him and decided that this agreement was a complete waste of time? Izuku’s stomach clenched painfully.

Taking a step back, turning away from the mirror, Izuku worriedly wrung his hands. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. So much work, so much pain and misery, so much resources had been bled into this agreement. Finally…there had been a glimpse of peace between the Todoroki Kingdom and the Yagi Kingdom! After years of tension, years of scrapes and skirmishes that threatened to blow up into a bigger war, years of being forced to watch people on both sides suffer from the endless conflict, the two Kings had finally come to an agreement – one that would spell a truce between the Kingdoms. At the center of that truce…was him. He was the key player, the deciding factor…if he failed, this peace would crumble before it even began. Drawing in a deep breath, Izuku turned back around to go back to the mirror. He took a closer look at himself…but that accomplished nothing. He didn’t know what to make of this damn thing. It looked fine – silly but fine – to him but would King Enji think the same? There was no way for him to know…not until the man himself appeared.

Izuku glanced anxiously at the door. When he was ushered into the room, the servants had told him it would be close to an hour before King Enji would arrive. Business to attend to – the usual Kingly stuff he was more than used to. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since then but between being scrubbed from head to toe until his scarred skin practically shined to the mortifying preparation that he’d been forced to go through (“King Enji won’t take the time to get you ready,” the servant had told him sternly, “so stay still and be grateful that you’re given the time to be prepared.”) to struggling to put this bizarre outfit on the right way (or what he assumed to be the right way), he got the feeling that it had been close to that amount of time. At any moment now, King Enji would burst through those doors…and the Yagi Kingdom’s part of the truce would begin.

Pressing a thumb to the curve of his chin, Izuku began to wander around the large, spacious bedroom. He needed to make sure that all of this worked out. This was a chance that the Yagi kingdom might not ever get again. Problem was…Izuku came to a halt, looking at the dauntingly huge bed out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t know anything, anything, about this sort of thing. Sure, he had messed around a little with some of the Knight apprentices but nothing of this…magnitude. He was already terrified that he wasn’t going to be able to live up to King Enji’s expectations. The man was gorgeous, incredible – how could he possibly be pleased with a scrawny whelp like him?

Giving his head a hard shake, Izuku pulled in a deep breath, clenched his hands into tight fists and spun around to determinedly stare at the bed. His country was depending on him! All of this doubt, this anxiety, he needed to put it away, lock it into a box and forget that it ever existed. Right now, his sole purpose was to use his body to ensure his Kingdom’s, his home’s peace. Izuku let out a high pitched chuckle then sighed tiredly. Easier said than done. Still, he couldn’t allow himself to get overwhelmed or panicky. Wandering over to the bed, Izuku climbed up onto it. He flopped over onto his back, staring up at the finely painted ceiling. A warm breeze blew in from the nearby terrace, ruffling the sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling. Izuku turned his head slightly to look out over the breathtaking landscape. This was his home now…he just needed to take this final step to make that concrete.

Just as he was starting to get comfortable, the large doors at the front of the room flew open. Izuku sat upright, squeaking in alarm. He had been so absorbed in his thoughts, he hadn’t heard the thundering footfalls coming down the hall. Scrambling off the bed, he stopped at the end of it, uncertain if he should approach any further without being prompted. Warmth dusted the slope of his throat, spreading along his skin to tingle in his freckled cheeks. Pink rose from the nape of his neck to his hairline. A mighty shadow stretched across the floor. Brilliant beams of sunlight spilling in from the windows lining the hallway created a golden halo around the massive form of King Enji. Vibrant blue eyes, as cold and bright as pristine ice, stared at him from underneath a mop of fiery red hair. Smooth, broad lips stretched into a smirk, baring a line of straight, white teeth that Izuku’s mind immediately began to breathlessly wonder what they might feel like sunk deep into his flesh.

“Gr-Greetings, King Enji.” He said in the calmest voice he could manage. Bowing low, curls of dark hair falling in front of his face, he chirped, “Thank you for this honor. I will work hard to ensure I can fully satisfy you. Please use me as you will. I will do everything you command.”

King Enji chuckled, a pleased sound that sent a ripple of heat rolling down Izuku’s spine. A spark of amusement ignited in those beautiful blue depths. Shrugging off the cape clinging to his broad shoulders, he handed it, along with his sword, to the two servants standing silently behind him. Without waiting for any command or order, the servants stepped from the room, closing the door behind them. Izuku was too distracted with the imposing form in front of him to notice.

The King walked forward, his long, powerful legs carrying him across the large room in only a few steps. Izuku gawked stupidly up at him. He…he was so much bigger up close. This was a man, a warrior he had seen numerous times on the battlefield. It had been apparent than that he was exceptionally large man but…oh, by the Gods…this man…he was a giant, a mountain, practically as big as the castle he resided in. In order to look King Enji in the eye, he had no choice than to tilt his head back as far as it could go, his hair brushing against the base of his neck. In comparison to this immense form, he was an infant – barely even a percent as big as he. It was like they weren’t even the same race. The cosmic difference in their sizes was almost amusing. He imagined there were quite a few bards who could make a sordid joke about this.

Large, calloused fingers curled underneath his jaw. Izuku gasped as that rough skin smoothed against his own. These hands…there was not an ounce of gentleness to be found in them. No, they were used to maim, to slaughter, to viciously and violently protect everything this battle hardened King held dear. An intense shiver cascaded down from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. There had never been any misgiving that he would be treated like a delicate toy. He had known since King Enji’s piercing gaze had first landed on him that this man, this beast would leave him bruised and broken. Izuku’s breath caught. The heat coiling and rolling in the base of his belly piqued, teasingly slithering through his nerves. His cock twitched between his trembling thighs. A strange, yet familiar itchiness began to pulse deep inside his body, longing for those big hands to crush him. He wanted it…he wanted this man to destroy him.

The King said nothing, only stared at him – his intense gaze scanning his brightly flushed face. Ambivalent sounds of the large city stretched out below suddenly became louder, clarified in the dense silence. It only took a moment of only being able to hear his own heartbeat to bring on a fresh pang of anxiety. Fighting hard against the urge to look away or shift around uncomfortably – both signs of weakness that he couldn’t afford to show right now – Izuku forced himself to hold King Enji’s piercing gaze. Those beautiful, daunting icy blue eyes bore into him, stripping away all of his defenses, his strength, his autonomy until the deepest, most private and intimate part of his soul was exposed to him. It…it was terrifying…yet…for some reason, a keening heat stirred in the base of his belly. Held prisoner by that sharp stare, trembling and brimming with a bizarre energy…it was quickly becoming obvious just how much power this man held over him.

The corners of King Enji’s full lips curled up into a pleased smirk. Izuku started, a jolt racing through his body. Amusement danced in the King’s brilliantly blue eyes. Without warning, King Enji wrenched him forward, crushing him to a powerful, beefy chest. He smashed their lips together in a rough, hungry kiss. Izuku squeaked, his eyes widening in shock. His heart leapt up into his mouth, coming to a screeching halt on the tip of his tongue. So…so sudden-! He…he thought (perhaps naively) that he would have a little more time to brace himself! He…he didn’t know what to do! Should he try kissing him back? He got the feeling that King Enji might become annoyed if he didn’t, at least, try to reciprocate his advances.

Struggling to draw in a breath through his nose, his head spinning out of control, Izuku tried his best to focus on and mimic the movements of King Enji’s lips but…it was like trying to figure out how to swim without ever stepping foot in the water. Before he had the chance to start panicking again, a powerful, muscular arm slung around his waist. King Enji effortlessly lifted him off the floor, squeezing him even more firmly. Intense heat bled through the thin material of King Enji’s loose shirt, coating across his skin. His legs hung uselessly. The tips of his toes weren’t even close to brushing against the polished stone. His heart hammered violently against the interior of his ribs. Each rabid beat reverberated through his body. Panic thrummed in the back of his mind, worrying wringing its nonexistent hands. He…he thought he had been ready, even eager for this but…if he could barely handle just a kiss…how was he going to get through everything else?

“Open your mouth.” King Enji pulled back to growl. Each word vibrated through his body, shaking him to his very core.

He had been unconsciously clenching his teeth. Before he had time to react, a large hand dropped to shamelessly grope his ass. Even if he had half a mind to disobey (not about to happen – no matter how panicked he was, he wasn’t about to tell this beast ‘no’), he gasped widely as those dense, powerful fingers sunk into the flesh of his backside. A tremble raced through his legs. His already rock-hard, sopping wet cock twitched against the King’s belly. Boiling heat churned in the base of his belly. His…his butt-! King Enji was touching his butt-! Since the fabric of this puny clothing was so sheer, so light…it felt like it wasn’t there at all…He could feel every callous, every tiny scar smoothing across his skin!

Smirking, a splash of pink dyeing his scruffy cheeks, King Enji lunged forward to take advantage of his surprise to shove his tongue deep into his mouth. An intense taste of wine, honey and herbs coated his tastebuds, seeming almost to sink into the physical material of his tongue to leave a permanent imprint. Izuku moaned loudly, then flinched at the humiliating sound he just let out. He clung to King Enji’s broad shoulders. Keeping up with his pace was no longer a concern – he was just trying to not drown in the waves of tingling heat crashing over him. All the strength was being sapped from his body, drained away into that big mouth completely engulfing his own. Izuku dizzily sucked on King Enji’s tongue as it rubbed against the roof of his mouth. Aah…this…this wasn’t as scary as he initially thought. He…he could do this…all he had to do was let King Enji take the reins and follow his demands. As a Prince, he had gotten pretty good at that.

“Delicious…” King Enji pulled away to murmur huskily, “Such a sweet boy…” Brushing the backs of his large, broad fingers along the curve of his blisteringly hot cheek, King Enji dragged his tongue across his lips, cooing low in his throat, “I can’t wait to destroy you…”

A violent shudder wracked his smaller body. The keening, boiling heat churning inside his belly became even more intense, soaring up his spine to end up as a smack of dizziness across his sputtering mind. Grinning widely, a crazed gleam of hunger dancing in his icy blue eyes, King Enji carried him over to the bed, unceremoniously throwing him down onto it. He landed on his back with a soft ‘oomph’. Powerful hands grabbed hold of his knees, wrenching his trembling legs apart. Harsh pants tumbled free from Izuku’s lips. He stared up at the massive form towering over him. In this position…King Enji was even bigger than before, practically engulfing him in his shadow. Reaching up with one large hand to curl it firmly around Izuku’s jaw, holding his head in place so that when he lunged down to smoosh their lips together in another rough place, he couldn’t jerk away.

His other hand darted down to his backside. In one swift jerk of his arm, the flimsy fabric was torn to shreds, exposing the plump globes of his ass. Izuku gasped into King Enji’s mouth. Excitement thundered through his nerves, creating a buzz, an energy that made his body feel like it was vibrating. His cock strained up against what was left of his poor excuse for trousers. Precum soaked through the thin fabric, creating a large wet spot that was steadily growing by the moments. The beginnings of pleasure churned in his belly, pressing hard against the back of his heavy, tingling balls. Smoothing one massive hand along the inside of Izuku’s thigh, King Enji ripped away the remnants of his torn trousers. His plump, rigid cock jumped to attention, standing up straight from a nest of dark, precum soaked pubic hair. Laughing low in his throat, his hungry gaze honed in on Izuku’s cock, King Enji curled his long, broad fingers around the shaft. His penis completely disappeared within the vast expanse of palm and digits.

Crying out sharply, a bolt of electric tingles racing up his spine, Izuku moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips. His…his penis-! The King…he was touching his penis-! It…it felt so good-! His cock…it was so hot-! The pleasure boiling away in the base of his belly was becoming almost terrifying in its strength and intensity. If he wasn’t careful…he was going to cum far too quickly!

Laughing low in his throat, King Enji rubbed the pad of his thumb against the tip of his twitching dick, prompting another harsh wave of pleasure that dragged him even closer to that deafening precipice. Slowly licking his lips, like a wolf closing in on a helpless prey, King Enji mercifully released his throbbing cock. As soon as that rough skin slipped away, Izuku immediately began to miss it. He just barely bit back a whine of disappointment. Keeping one hand tightly wrapped around Izuku’s jaw, he reached down with his now precum drenched hand to undo the front of his trousers. A tremor raced through Izuku’s legs. This…this was it…he could do this…he could do it! All he needed to do was remain calm, do as King Enji ordered – no matter what it was that he asked of him – and…and-!

“You’re making such a cute face right now.” King Enji cooed, “Let me see even more of your adorable expressions, little prince.”

Keeping his blazing gaze firmly focused on Izuku’s face, he deftly shoved his trousers down, allowing his cock to bounce free. All the air vanished from Izuku’s lungs without even so much as a wheeze. In hindsight…he should’ve seen this coming. Considering how big King Enji was…it only made sense that he would be large down there as well but that…that level of monstrously huge probably wouldn’t have occurred to him, even if he had bothered to think about it. Big…no, big wasn’t a strong enough word to describe just how immense King Enji’s penis was. The shaft was easily twice the size of King Enji’s forearm. A bulbous mass of meat, the size and shape of the King’s clenched fist, made up the head. Heavy streams of precum dribbled down the length, leaving glistening trails across the smooth flesh. Veins as wide as merchant roads and as prominent as the raging thud of his heart stretched out across the mighty shaft.

It was, in a way, both beautiful and absolutely, undeniably terrifying. Izuku gawked, jaw hanging open, sweat rolling down his brightly burning face. There…there was no way something that…big could ever fit inside him. It didn’t matter how thoroughly the servants had prepared him. It simply wasn’t possible-! Another rough chuckle jerked him out of his shocked stupor. Before he had time to fully grab hold of his bearings, the King’s large hands were underneath his legs, shoving them up until his thighs were pressed flush to his chest, knees at his shoulders – leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. The tip of his immense cock pressed to his sopping wet, dripping entrance. Izuku squealed in alarm. He tried to plead for just a few moments more to prepare himself (or, perhaps, to even beg for mercy as the reality of what was going to happen to him slammed into his sputtering, foggy mind) but no words would come out. All he could manage was an undignified squawk that King Enji either chose to ignore or didn’t hear over his own excitement.

Digging his blunt fingernails into the soft flesh of his thigh, King Enji ground the tip of his cock against his entrance. Bending down to press a warm kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth, he cooed in a low husky voice, dripping with barely restrained lust, “Don’t pass out on me, little prince.”

“W-Wait-!” Was all Izuku could manage to gasp out before King Enji forcibly rammed his hips forward, shoving past the tight ring of muscle to sink deep into him.

Even if he had had days, weeks to prepare for that moment, it wouldn’t have been enough. The preparation he had gone through before was just enough to keep the sudden, immense intrusion from hurting but it did nothing to ease the intense sensation of being spread open to his breaking point. Throwing his head back, mouth stretched open in a silent scream, Izuku came with a violent shudder. Pleasure that burned so hotly, it was almost painful tore through his nerves, setting every inch of his body alight with an ungodly fire. His teeth clacked as he tightly clenched them together. Foamy drool accumulated around the corners of his lips. Too…too big-! He…he was too damn big-! It…it was too much-!

Dense inkiness closed in around his vision. Blood roared as loud as the ocean surf crashing against the shore in his ears. The pressure of King Enji’s massive penis inside of him was making it almost impossible to breath. Scalding pleasure clawed out from the base of his belly, pushing back at the panic that was trying to get a foothold in his mushy, scrambled mind. By the time the King’s pubic bone was pressed snugly to the curve of his ass, the tip of his tongue was already overloaded with desperate pleas for King Enji to show mercy. He might’ve said something that he would’ve later regretted if it the King hadn’t pulled his hips back until just the massive, monstrous head was inside then slammed forward again. The tip banged against the underside of his belly. Izuku howled at the top of his lungs, the sound forced out of him by the sheer force of the King’s immense penis forcing its way into him.

Hot breath washed over his face. Warm, smooth lips smothered his own, capturing his mouth in a sloppy kiss. Moaning loudly, beads of sweat dripping off the sharp curve of his jaw, King Enji began to rapidly buck his hips, repeatedly smashing his massive cock deep into his hole. Squealing shrilly, Izuku frantically scrambled to grab hold of something as he bounced on top of the bed. His hands landed on King Enji’s broad back, blunt fingernails dragging across his sweaty skin. Within a few thrusts, he was cumming again, wailing and jerking his hips as thick strands of white poured from his spasming cock. Too…too much-! He was too big-! He…he was fucking his stomach-! He could feel that immense, powerful length inside of his stomach-! If…if he kept going, he was going to tear him-! He was going to rupture his stomach-! A hot tongue slipped between his lips, sliding deep into his mouth to wrap around his own. Izuku dizzily sucked on it, caught between the terror of what this monster of a man was doing to his body and the burning, scalding, devastating pleasure of being subjugated by his penis.

“What a good boy…” King Enji rasped, nipping at his lower lip, “You’re taking my cock so well. It feels amazing inside you…so tight, so hot…” He chuckled, slipping a hand between them to drag his fingers through the mess of jizz splattered across Izuku’s belly, “Doesn’t it feel incredible to be my cocksleeve, little prince? It must…you’ve cum twice without my permission…”

“I’m-! I’m sorry-!” Izuku ground out through clenched teeth. That was beyond his control. This…all of this…it was a constant assault on his senses. There was no strength left in his body. It was a miracle that he was even still conscious. Swallowing down a weak sob, Izuku wailed, “For-Forgive me-! Forgive me-!”

Humming underneath his breath, the King straightened up. He pulled Izuku’s legs open, giving him a little more breathing room. Grinning smugly, his scruffy face flushed a dark shade of red that nearly matched the hue of his hair, King Enji curled a hand around the back of Izuku’s head, lifting it up so that he was looking down at himself. For a moment, his muddled mind couldn’t entirely understand what he was looking at. King Enji was all the way inside him, sheathed to his heavy balls. Slowly blinking, Izuku stared down at his stomach, struggling to see through the tears blurring his vision. King Enji’s cock…it…it was so big…it was deforming him. Instead of a flat plane, his stomach was bulging out in a prominent swell. That…that was King Enji’s…A slow, engulfing wave of ecstasy coursed out from somewhere deep inside his mind. His drenched, aching cock twitched eagerly.

Why…why did seeing his body like this…arouse him so? Broken…he was being broken…no, no, that wasn’t right. Broken in…dominated, subjugated, used…just as he was meant to be.

“I suppose,” King Enji purred, rubbing the palm of his large hand across his swollen belly, creating a fresh shockwave of pleasure that threatened to drive Izuku to cumming again, “I can forgive you. But you must not cum until I tell you. Do you understand, little prince?”

“Yes-! Yes-!” Izuku gasped, tears streaking down his face. He didn’t know if he could do that but he had to stay strong. He…he had to please King Enji-! Nothing else mattered-! Even if he had to crush his own cock, he…he couldn’t cum again until he was given permission-!

“Good boy.” King Enji slid his hand further up to roughly grope his pecs. He pinched and rolled one of his tingling nipples between his broad fingers, pulling a strangled wail out of Izuku’s raw throat. Bending down, he dragged his tongue across the other hardened nub, taking it between his teeth to nibble lightly on it. Gasping wetly, sparks racing across his vision, Izuku weakly grabbed the back of King Enji’s head, weaving his trembling fingers through his surprisingly silky, sweat drenched hair.

“My-! My nipples-! Don’t-!” Izuku whimpered, sneakily moving his other hand down to curl tight around the base of his cock. It…it felt too damned good-! King Enji’s tongue swirled around the small, swollen nub, lathering his skin in saliva. He squeezed and fondled his chest, relentlessly teasing all of his sensitive areas. While Izuku was distracted with trying not to cum from the King messing with his chest, he began to buck his hips once more, rapidly sliding in and out of his hole. The prominent veins grazed across his spasming insides, creating a friction and heat that spawned wave after wave of pleasure. Copious amounts of precum smeared across the walls of his ass, providing a little more lubrication that made it feel even better. Whimpering, anxiety pricking at the back of his poor mush of a brain, Izuku frantically pushed back against the pleasure, clamping his fingers down even tighter around the base of his cock. He…he couldn’t cum-! No matter how good it felt, he couldn’t cum-!

Chuckling huskily, King Enji gave his nipple another playful nip, “You’ve gotten even tighter. Be honest with me, little prince. This is everything you’ve wanted.”

Pushing up, bringing his face even closer to Izuku’s, King Enji dragged his tongue along the curve of his cheek, gathering up a mouthful of tears and sweet. He crushed his nipple underneath the pad of his thumb then flicked it back and forth. Squirming underneath the King’s weight, a tremor rushing through his legs, Izuku sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to bite down hard on it. Controlling himself was becoming harder and harder by the moment. Every thrust, every stroke of the King’s tongue, of his fingers brought him closer to cumming. It just…it felt so damn good-! King Enji’s cock was so big…this sensation of being stuffed so full, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to endure being empty again was…sublime…heavenly, divine…! He was being stretched, destroyed, broken and remade by the girth hollowing him out. It…it was amazing…this…he…he was going to become addicted…No, he already was addicted…this cock began to ruin him from the moment it slipped inside…

“What a beautiful face…” King Enji breathed, “You were such a proud, dignified boy, little prince but now…”

He chuckled, shifting the position of his hips ever so slightly to ram his head against something inside of him that created a brutal smash of pleasure that nearly made him pass out. Izuku shrieked, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He didn’t know how he pulled it off but, somehow, he managed not to cum…up until King Enji banged the head of his cock against the same spot a second time. The sound he let out was one that even his fucked mind knew would make King Yagi recoil in horror but at that point, he couldn’t care less. King Yagi, his own Kingdom…none of that mattered. All that did was this pressure, this heat…all that mattered was his King…Enji. Hips arching up off the bed, Izuku came a third time. Roaring heat spread out from the base of his belly, tearing away at what little pride he had left, leaving him clinging to King Enji’s back, shamelessly wailing for more. There was no panic, no fear that he had disobeyed. Punishment was to be an integral part of his life now…might as well embrace it right away.

Grinning widely, a spark of triumphant heat blazing in his icy blue eyes, King Enji pushed a hand through his sweat soaked hair, sweeping it away from his face. Curling his fingers underneath Izuku’s jaw, King Enji rasped, “Do you know what kind of face you’re making right now, little prince? It’s one of a bitch in heat. It’s lewd, little prince…one that screams ‘fuck me until my belly is full of your seed’.”

Pressing a firm kiss to his lips, King Enji murmured, “Is that what you want, little prince? Do you want to be impregnated by me? Do you want me to breed you like you’re nothing more than a common broodmare?”

“YES-!” Izuku howled, a messy smile spread across his tear, snot and sweat drenched face. He lurched upwards to clumsily kiss the King, who let out a pleased chuckle, “Breed me-! Fuck me-! Fill me up with your seed-! I wanna be…your broodmare-! Your cocksleeve-! Please-! PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR SEED-!”

The heat raging in his icy blue gaze might’ve been terrifying to anyone else but having those eyes bear down at him, devouring him…it was exhilarating. Growling low in his throat, King Enji wrenched upwards. He curled his hands around the slight slope of Izuku’s hips, holding him in place as he brutally rammed forward, driving his cock in deep. Screaming with delirious glee, Izuku rolled and bucked his hips as he desperately tried to match the King’s rhythm. Good-! Good-! It felt so fucking good-! Smiling sloppily, Izuku used what little strength he could scrounge up to yank his head up and watch hazily as his stomach bulged out every time that gorgeous cock shoved its way into him. King Enji was so deep inside him, he could almost feel him in his throat. That burning, devastating heat spread out through his belly, filling him with a warmth that he couldn’t bear the thought of it fading.

Loud grunts and groans poured from the King. His blunt fingernails dug deep into his skin, leaving half-moon indents. Loud, wet smacks echoed through his large chambers. Sweat coursed down his handsome face. It soaked into his shirt, perfectly defining his sculpted chest. Panting harshly, his intense gaze focused intently on Izuku – bouncing from his face to his stomach to his sopping wet cock. If he noticed that Izuku had cum without permission, he made no mention of it. A small part of him, hiding in the very back of his mind, was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be punished for his bad behavior just yet.

“You belong to me, little prince!” King Enji panted roughly, “You are of neither nation, neither Kingdom. Your loyalty, your devotion, your body, all of it…every inch, every drop of blood, tears, semen…everything belongs to me. You will remain bowed at my feet. You will offer yourself whenever I demand it. You will worship me, as your King…Do you understand, little prince?”

Keening happily, Izuku cried out, “Yes-! Yes-! Yours-! I’m…I’m yours-! I’ll worship-! I’ll do everything-! You ask of me-! Please…please-! Use me-! Use me-!”

“Gladly.” King Enji cooed, making no effort to hide how pleased he was. Bending down to bring their faces close together once more, he breathed, “Now, show me the extent of your dedication. Take everything I have.”

“Yes-! Yes-! YYYEESSSSSSS!!!”

Lunging down to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh at the base of his throat, King Enji slammed him down at the same time he was forcibly slamming his hips forward. His cock swelled up even bigger, stretching him open wider. The immense length spasmed against the convulsing walls of his ass. Letting out a rumbling growl, the King dug his teeth deeper into his skin as a tidal wave of semen flooded from his cock. Izuku tried to scream but no sound would come out. Clinging to King Enji’s massive form, crushed underneath his comforting weight, Izuku came once more. His penis burned. His balls ached. Pleasure as big, as devastating as the warrior pressing him into the mattress dominated every nerve, every synapse, erupting inside his head in a smash of ecstasy that destroyed what remained of the proud, diligent prince that King Enji first became obsessed with.

Snarling out a ragged moan, King Enji jerkily bucked his hips, keeping the majority of his cock buried deep inside as more and more of his seed flooded into Izuku’s belly. Gurgling with naked delight, Izuku half-wished that he could see what was happening to his body right now. There was so much…so much of that thick, scalding hot fluid being pumped into him. He could feel his stomach groaning, expanding from the pressure. Good…it felt so…amazingly good…Maybe…maybe he really would get pregnant from this. Izuku giggled, unconsciously tilting his head back to give King Enji better access as he mouthed across his throat. More…he wanted even more…he wanted King Enji to pump so much of his cum inside him, he would need to be plugged from both ends to keep everything inside. The mere thought brought on a fresh wave of tingling excitement. He got the feeling…he wouldn’t have to wait long to live out that dream.

“Gods…” King Enji breathed shakily, moving away from Izuku’s throat. Reclining back slightly, he offered a small, contented smile, “Does it feel good, little prince?”

“Yes…!” Izuku moaned. He reached out with a trembling hand to stroke the tips of his fingers along King Enji’s muscular chest. Swallowing against the dryness in his throat, hardly even bothered by how dizzy and exhausted his body was from the rigorous exercise, Izuku whimpered needily, “More…more-! Please…my King, please…!”

“Don’t fret.” King Enji cooed, lightly stroking his cheek with the backs of his fingers, “You will get your fill and more. After all, you’re my precious toy. You trust me to take good care of you, don’t you, little prince?”

Izuku nodded fervently. There was no one else he trusted more than King Enji. This man, this beast, this God…he had completely dominated him, leaving him unable to think, fathom of anyone else. Peace will prevail over the land, flourishing in both Kingdoms. His people would think of him; they would wonder about him – if he was happy, well taken care of…a part of him did wish to tell them that this was his duty…one he undertook with a happiness that he had never experienced before. He wanted this…no, he desired this…this pressure, this weight…more…he wanted even more…

“Good boy. Now,” King Enji bent down to brush a soft kiss against his lips, “come here. Your King demands even more.”