Responsibility (Gilgamesh | Caster)

"The burden of a crown upon our heads is often too much for lesser men. Either they see it as the absolute authority to commit all acts no matter how disastrous the outcome...or they run from it and allow their kingdom to burn to the ground all the while fleeing with their tails tucked between their legs."

The Wise King of Uruk gazed up at you through his lashes with ruby irises as he leisurely laid his head upon your soft lap. A mountain of pillows and blankets surrounded you two, all of them of superior make as they were commissioned by Gilgamesh himself. After another day of seeing to the kingdom's affairs and making sure that it didn't spontaneously combust at any moment, the blonde retired to his grand bedchambers in order to partake in his favorite pastime: Spending time with you.

"Unlike ordinary men however, my bloodline both makes me superior to all others while also saddling me with even more responsibility. A king's work never ends," he scoffed in what could only be a haughty manner, crossing his toned arms across the muscled chest that was always in full display.

"You say that, but we both know you'd rather run yourself ragged than allow Uruk to perish," you giggle as you run your hands through the downy softness of his golden locks. "A kingdom is nothing without its king, just as much as a king is nothing without his people."

A pleased grin lit up the king's features at your words, taking your unoccupied hand and pressing his lips against the soft skin. "My queen is truly wise. A perfect match for me."

"Oh, stop it you! You've already buttered me up enough to marry you so there's no reason for you to try and charm me all over again," despite what you said, the burning of your cheeks were a telltale sign that you definitely didn't take your own words seriously.

"Ah, but you've forgotten, dear wife. As king, there are certain responsibilities I must uphold especially when it comes to matters within my bedchambers…" Lifting himself up into a seated position, he effortlessly picks you up and settles you down onto his own lap.

The luxurious yet thin and airy clothes that were common to this era made sure you felt every muscle, every hard plane that made up Gil's body. Especially the particularly hard muscle that strained against the fabric of his bottoms, twitching even more once he'd made sure your own warm cunt was settled right above it.

"There is still the matter of continuing our lineage."

You squeaked as your husband rocked his hips, making you hyper aware of just how stiff he'd suddenly gotten when he firmly rubbed his cock against your swiftly dampening undergarments.

"Whether our children are crowned with the brilliance of the sun or the purity of the moon matters little to me. As long as my seed drenches your womb and the child is born from our union, they shall always be considered a blessing."

The king gripped one full breast in his hand, kneading and pinching the soft flesh as he imagined how they'd become even fuller as your body prepares itself to nurture his child. Your nipples puffy and leaking with milk meant to sustain their growth, but there was no harm in letting him have a taste before the child was even born, right?

At this point, your legs had been spread wide open by his own thick muscled thighs, baring your barely clothed pussy in display as the flimsy cloth that covered it glistened with moisture from his grinding and kneading alone. Gilgamesh was an expert when it came to your body at this point, knowing the exact spots and what acts had you whimpering pathetically as his free hand rubbed you through your panties.

It was difficult to imagine that it wasn't that long ago you'd basically fallen onto his lap in the middle of an audience with one of his subjects from god knows where. Your relationship with the blonde wasn't the best at first, considering he was so intimidating and seemingly so full of himself, but after a series of events you found yourself married to him and living quite happily at that. Though the last thing you expected was to trade being a full-time office worker with being a queen instead, but you weren't complaining.

How could you complain when Gilgamesh had you seated on his lap facing him as he speared the length of his dick into your drenched pussy? The sound of your wet skin slapping against one another each time you reached the base of his cock, the soft whispers of love you knew he would never direct at anyone else, and simply the feeling of his strong body pressing and molding against your own helped you easily reach your peak. Your pussy clenching at the thick cock that filled your insides with ropes of his hot cum as your own juices dripped down to join the mess that stained the bedding.

It is instinct for him by now to lie down on his back with his cock still plugging up your sensitive cunt to keep all his seed within, your head using his chest as a makeshift pillow as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Ruby irises took in the sight of your disheveled hair, the marks and bruises that littered your body, and the satisfied expression you wore.

Away from the sight of everyone else, the king smiled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead followed by a low chuckle when you started purring.