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WARNING: Mature Content

The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it?


He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm.


He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table.


People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him.


"My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child.


He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again.


She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell.


The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her.


She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom.


He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

She woke with the smell of burnt rice being cooked. She panicked and woke with a start.

She wrapped the blanket she found on the sofa and ran towards the kitchen. She stopped when she saw a very frustrated Dominus grunting over burnt rice.

She couldn't help but laugh looking at how silly he was, standing over her kitchen with nothing but his boxers on. His scowling face makes it obvious he has run out of patience with himself.

He looked at her quite embarrassed and walked towards her. He picked her up like she weighed nothing and sat her on the countertop.

She blushed thinking how they have used this very same countertop as a sex bench last night. Her smile wiped away as she felt a very hard object poke her stomach.

Before she can utter her protest, he claimed her lips, it was passionate and sensual, making her arms wrap around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

iv. Breeding Her