The Golem King: Part Two

Female Reader x Male Monster

Originally Posted: October 31st 2017

The Golem King has not been anything you had expected. Not only was he beloved leader in his kingdom, but he was charming and witty. You had expected a brute and a tyrant. If you had, to be honest, you were expecting someone like your father. You were happily proven wrong. When you sent him the first letter, declaring your wishes to end the war that has been raging between your two kingdoms, he has been nothing but agreeable.

You had agreed to a rather strange show of peace with the Golem King. In order to prove the peace talks were real, the Golem King suggested you live with him for a month. You agreed, but the Golem King had another surprise for you.

“I intend to make you love me as I love you.”

He said this, in all seriousness. The Golem King, one of the most feared and powerful leaders in all the kingdoms, loved you. Certainly, a marriage would be beneficial to both of you. It would also create one of the most powerful militaries in the kingdoms. You would make a formidable alliance. But that wasn’t his reasoning at all. He just wanted to marry you. He didn’t give two rock-hard shits about money, power, or any of it. In no uncertain terms, the King wanted simply to call you his bride.

You had befriended one of the maids who had been stationed with you. She was a short, fox-shaped creature that looked as if she had been carved in onyx and then pieces around a vat of lava. She was quite cute, you thought. But she was someone who listened and you enjoyed talking to her.

“Is it a matter of aesthetics?” She asks as she snacks from the tray of cookies the King sent to you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking up from the new love letter that came with the King’s gift.

“How he looks. Do you think he’s ugly?”

You frown and glance out the window. “It’s not that I don’t find him attractive. In his own way, he’s a stunning specimen.”

She giggles. “You think so?”

You huff. “I’m just like my mother,” to lament. “I’m attracted to power. And the King is probably THE most powerful thing I have ever seen.”

She claps he tiny hands excitedly. “Tell me more. Tell me more.”

You roll your eyes. “Sabree,” you scoff.

“Oh come on, come one,” she skips over to the bed and crawls up beside you. “If you can’t tell me then who? You need to share or it’ll be bad for your skin.”

You laugh and pet the top of her head. “What do you know of skin?” You look back at the letter and sigh. “He’s definitely got a way with words.”

Sabree looks over your arm at it and you snatch it away. “I bet he’s sent you to spy on me,” you tease.

She yelps and holds her apron over her face.

Your eyes widen. “Sabree,” you growl. “Is he spying on me?”

“Not so much spy as having questions,” Sabree squeaks from the safety behind her apron.

You furrow your brow. “Like what?”

She peeks up at you, the lava of her eyes swirling red then yellow. “Status. Reactions. I don’t tell him anything private at all! He just wants to know things.”

You frown and stand up. You slip on a robe and head to the door.

“My lady, where are you going?” Sabree gasps.

“To answer his questions,” you reply and leave.

You make your way through the halls. Everything here is at least five feet bigger than what you’re used to. The hallways feel like dark chasms. As you walk, torches burst into flames to light your way. When you reach the King’s chambers you are out of breath and your feet and legs hurt.

You pound on his door.

“Who goes?” His voice bellows from inside.

“Does it matter?” You snap.

The doors open a moment later and he’s towering over you. You have your hands snapped to your waist and you glare up at him.

“You look mad, come in.” He stands aside and waves you into his chambers.

“Only a little,” you huff as you walk inside. You look around his room, surprised by how simple it is.

“Were the cookies no good?” He asked, closing the door.

“The cookies were a treat. Sabree loved them.” You take a seat beside his fireplace on what looks like a pillow, but to you seems like a sofa.

“Then what’s upsetting you?” He takes a seat in his chair.

“Sabree told me that you’ve been using her to spy on me.”

He sighs and his shoulders slouch. “Not to spy!”

“Then for what?” You ask. “She says you ask a lot of questions. I figured I should come forward and let you ask them directly.”

“Oh,” he gasps.

“What is it you wish to know? Please, consider me an open book.” You glared up at him. “I’ve been here for over a week now. Time isn’t stopping.”

He chuckles. “No, it doesn’t. Forgive me, I am a bit stunned. Or, I guess the better wording would be pleasantly surprised.”

You shrug. “I would rather be direct than have Sabree scamper between us all day.”

“Well then,” he clears his throat. “Was my letter satisfactory.”

“Extremely,” you clip. “Your letters always are.”

He leans forward a little. “Then, tell me, are my affections in any way winning you over?” He asks.

“Of course,” you reply. “I’m very fond of you,” your heart begins to hammer. You tap your fingertips together. “And also, since Sabree brought it up, I do not think you are unattractive.”

He grins. “Then what do you think of me?”

“I find you powerful,” you reply, wondering if your voice has come off as too sultry. “Power and poetry could make any heart dance.”

His lava glows white and you know you’ve struck a fatal blow. “I’m…very pleased to hear this,” he murmurs as he tries to catch his breath.

You smile, “so am I.” You stand up and place your hand on his knee. “You do not need to tiptoe around me. If you love me, as you so claim, then you should want to be around me. I do enjoy love letters, especially when they’re yours, but I prefer action.”

He touches your cheek and you have to bite back your excited smile.

“You told me that first day you wanted a sword that could both kill you and protect you.” Your lips part, now you hope you’re being sultry. “I do so love swords.”

He dips down and kisses you. You press into his kiss. His hard stones are warm and smooth. His lips strong. His hand slips down your back and curls around your waist. You have to force yourself back. This wasn’t good. You were a moth to his flame.

He chuckles, “something wrong, my love?”

You swallow and smooth your hands down your dress. “Nothing at all,” you murmur.

“If you must leave now, I understand,” he stands up. “It is rather later.” He leads you to the door. “Do you need me to escort you back to your room.”

“It’s a rather long way to my room,” you reply. “You don’t happen to have a horse and buggy to shuttle me do you?” You tease.

“I don’t. But I have a nice big bed that can be yours for the evening.”

You’re struck silent.

“And imagine my kiss, but all over you,” he growls.

Your jaw drops. “As pleasurable-pleasant as that seems, I must insist-”

He touches your face again and you know if he kisses you again you’re lost. “I bet your skin is beautiful in the glow of a fire,” he whispers. Your heart hammers and pounds. “Your voice as it whispers my name would be all the wine I needed. I would gladly drown in the sweetness of your body. I would die to taste you. I would live to make you writhe in my sheets.”

“Oh fuck,” you moan. You pinch your thighs together and shove his hand back. You clear your throat and take a steadying breath. “You’re playing dirty, my king.”

He smirks and kisses your cheek. “You told me you prefer actions. I am only telling you the actions I wish to take. If you desire me to be more direct-”

You smash your palm against his face and push him back. “I may not survive you being blunt.” You smile at him. “Until the morning.” You make a quick escape. You dash away from his room and stand in a cold hallway to calm down.

Your whole body is hot. Your heart is still hammering. The dull ache between your legs as produced a wetness that’s seeping through your underclothes. You know you’re done for. If you aren’t in love, then you are for sure attracted. He knows too well how to pull you closer and closer.

Over the next few days, the King takes your words to heart. He no longer relies on Sabree or the other maids to deliver your gifts and love letters. Instead, he comes to you baring them. He gives you the gifts and recites his love letters before you. He begins to stay longer and longer until you have to chase him off in the evenings. You have to chase him off for your own good. Every day, you inch closer and closer to mauling him where he sits. But you have to behave. You so want to climb him like a tree, but you have to show restraint.

“Have your feelings changed at all?” He asks you one night.

You glance up at him, wondering the same to yourself. As you look at him your heart aches and you feel the pull. “Considerably,” you answer. “Have yours?”

He dips down, kissing you. You moan into his mouth. You place your hands on his chest to shove him away but you can’t find the strength to do it. He parts for a moment, his strong hand touching your warm cheeks.

“Am I wrong in thinking that, perhaps, you want me?” He growls into your ear.

You swallow and fidget in your seat. “Please,” you mewl.

He kisses your neck and you shove him gently. “I do,” you manage to finally gasp. “But, my king-”

He kisses your cheek. “Forgive me,” he murmurs. “My feelings have gotten so strong. I can no longer spend the night without you in my thoughts.”

You smooth your hand down his chest. “I am afraid,” you whisper.

He looks at you with concern. “Not of me, I hope?”

“I am afraid of how strongly I feel,” you whisper. “I am so moved by you I am worried I am not myself. Your hold over me is both suffocating and desired.”

He kisses you again, soft and sweet. “Tell me more.”

“I desire you so,” you whisper. “I want to hear your words. I want to feel your actions.”

“Then why are you holding back?” He kisses your neck again. “I am right here. I will give you everything you desire of me. Love. Sex. Passion. It’s all right here.”

“Kiss me,” you beg. You press your hands to his face. You gaze into his eyes before parting your lips. You kiss him and he lifts you up from your chair. He carries you to the bed where he lays you down.

“Touch me,” you pant. You open up your robe, revealing you have been bare this entire time. “Let me feel your love upon me.”

He smirks, kissing your neck and chest. His hard hands gentle as he pets down your body. His tongue seers your skin. It is hot and soft and leaves trails of gold on your flesh. His tongue coats your skin. Your breasts, your stomach, your fingertips, and thighs. You’re covered in warm gold.

“I’ve wanted to taste you,” his breath is shallow. “May I have a feast?”

You bite your lip and part your thighs. You touch yourself, showing him your folds and opening them to reveal your lips. “I’ve been so wet for you, my love,” you mewl. “No one has ever made me feel this way before.”

He growls, kissing you and biting your lip. “What did you call me?”

You whimper. “My love,” you wrap your arms around his neck. “Love,” you kiss him more, moaning as his fingers rub to your folds. “Love me. Please. Love me,” you beg.

He smirks, kissing your throat and shoulder. “I’ve been saying that to you this entire time,” he growls. His finger eases inside you and your breath shudders.

“Now,” he snarls. “Say it to me.”

“Love-ah-” you moan as he moves inside you. “Love you. I love you.” His finger fits snugly inside. His warmth radiates through your entire body and you feel as if you could melt. You pet his face and meet his gaze. “I love you,” you whisper again.

He kisses you, moving his finger slowly inside. “Yes,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

You tremble, rolling your hips with wanton desire. No one has ever made you feel this way. So safe and yet so vulnerable. He moves down, his tongue replacing his finger. The heat is enough to make you moan. He kisses and licks. He sucks your lips and paints them gold.

You can’t remember how to breathe. Your mind is empty and blank. The only thing you know for sure is how good your entire being feels.

“You’re enjoying yourself far too much, my love,” he growls as he climbs over the top of you. “I can’t let you get away with that.”

You look up at him, lips parted and breath shuddering. “How will you deal with me then?” You bite your lip as your wriggle your hips and spread your thighs more.

He strokes his palm down your center. “I was right,” he moans. “You do look beautiful in the glow of the fire.”

“Your power…” you whisper. “I’ve always been attracted to it,” you swallow and take another breath. “I want you to overpower me.”

He wraps his hand around your throat. “I had no idea my little Queen desired such treatment.”

“Only you can know this. Outside the bedroom you’re my pet,” you smirk.

He laughs. “I cannot wait for our wedding night then.” You feel something against your folds and your eyes widen. “Tonight is just an appetizer compared to what I’ll share with you then.”

You bite your lip as you look down. Between his strong thighs, you see it glowing bright and warm. It slips from a sheath of rock and it looks like molten gold. It’s thick and bulbous with smooth ridges down the belly.

“Oh wow,” you whisper.

“Nothing but the best for my Queen,” he purrs into your ear. His hand tightens around your throat and you grasp to his wrist.

He rubs and slides against your lips. The molten gold is hot against you but it feels so good. He teases you, pressing the head at your entrance and then pulling away. You grunt in frustration, watching as he uses your thighs more than your actual sex.

“Do you think I’ll neglect you?” He smirks down at you. “You look miserable.”

You glare up at him. “Where is the action I wanted?”

“Outside the bed where I am your pet,” he nips your ear.

“Well,” you fidget. “I hope you’re having fun watching me squirm.”

“Oh,” he laughs. “You haven’t even begun to squirm yet.”

You cry out when you feel him shove inside. You’re so wet and eager he slides into place easily. You’re knocked senseless for a moment. His sheer size and heat radiating from him have you writhing. You’re stretched tight around him, squeezing to keep him in place. The smooth ridges rub you in the best ways possible. You’re not sure how you’ve been able to wait so long. Right now, he feels too good to have waited.

He pulls out completely, rubbing against you again and then plows back inside you. Your head bumps against the headboard. Gold splatters onto your chest. It dribbles from his mouth. You wonder how good you feel to him. You touch his face, smearing his gold on your fingers and palms. He bites your hand and licks your palm. You feel him inside, pushing deep and stretching you more. He pulls out again, molten gold oozing from his tip. He rubs it against your folds, painting you in more gold. He shoves back in and you wail out. You feel a pressure building. It starts at your head and goes all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He grunts and snarls as he moves his hips. Each thrust your head hits the headboard. His hand around your throat tightens, just enough to make you remember he’s there. You squeeze onto his wrist, holding on for dear life as he moves not only you but the entire bed.

His grunts become roars and snarls that harken back to a time more primal and frightening. He’s speaking an old language that has long been dead. More gold splashes down your chest. The pressure it building still. Your body is hot and melting. You can’t remember your name or who you are. You know you don’t want this to end.

Suddenly, the pressure is released. Your whole body is wracked with shivers and spasms. Your toes curl and the arch of your foot cramps. You wail out and his hand squeezes your throat. He snarls and grunts more, roaring out. The heat inside swells with his release. Molten gold stuffs you and he ruts and grinds inside you. The gold globs out with each thrust. His release seems endless as it sends you into another wave of glowing shivers.

His hand releases your throat and you fall back into the bed like a stone. You’re bleary-eyed and sated. Your body limp. You’d feel it all come morning. The soreness, the banged head. But for now, you feel nothing but the warmth and the glow.

He pulls out, liquid gold oozing from inside you. More dribbles from his tip and he smears it on your belly and thigh as he lays into the bed beside you. He kisses you, pulling you from the delirium.

“Do you still love me?” He nips your shoulder.

You sigh, stretching and lounging in the luxury of this moment. “You have no idea,” you purr.

He chuckles, kissing your breast. “I knew I wouldn’t need a whole month.”

You roll into his arms, molding yourself to his strong chest. “Well,” you murmur. “The rest of the month we can spend getting to know each other much, much better.”

He laughs, running his hand down your side. “You say that now. I’m sure come morning you won’t let me touch you again.”

“Perhaps. But I know you have your ways of pulling me back.” You kiss him. “I do love you,” you whisper. “For much more than your touch.”

“I love you too,” he nuzzles to your cheek. “Can I confess something?”

“What?” You tilt your head.

“I do sort of wish your father was alive right now,” he huffs. “So I could rub what I’ve done in his fat, smug face.”

You snort and laugh, burying your face in his chest. “Don’t say it like that!”

“Forgive me if that seems petty,” he whispers. “I have a lot of bad blood left over.”

You sigh. “It’s ok. I do too.” You murmur before you drift to sleep.

He sneaks away that morning so the maids do not catch him in your chambers. You clean yourself up, but the gold he left on you is hard to wash away. You slip on a robe so it covers the gold. You sit at your vanity as Sabree comes in and the breakfast service.

“Did you sleep well, my lady?” She asks as she stands on a chair to set the table.

You smile to yourself. Your body aches and your legs can barely work but you feel amazing. “I did. Thank you Sabree.”

Sabree turns and looks at the bed, seeing it has been sloppily made. Another sign of you trying to cover the evidence. “My lady, you didn’t need to make the bed. I can do that for you. I shouldn’t probably change the sheets anyways.”

You flinch and turn. “No! That’s quite alright, Sabree. Really. You shouldn’t worry yourself.”

She tilts her head as she looks at you. She then smirks. “There’s some gold in your hair, my lady. Perhaps I should help you wash it today.”

“Uh-” you gasp.

Sabree smirks at you and winks. “It’s about time! No wonder the King was moving so sluggishly today. He got a work out last night.” She then looks up at your hopefully. “So? Is it love?”

You smile and nod. “Without a doubt.”