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Monster March: Kalmin
🕑 Added 2023-03-23 18:00:01 +0000 UTCfemale reader x male monster
For the last few years, you’ve been a servant under King Kalmin. You work as one of his dancers, entertaining his guests, and putting on shows for them. Sometimes, you and the other dancers are called upon to dance solely for King Kalmin.
It is during these special performances that you have been able to look at him and gaze upon his beauty up close. He is one of the last remaining immortal nagas, and it is rumored he is the son of the great Lamia. But to you, he is one of the most beautiful creatures you have ever laid your eyes on.
His tail is long and heavy, often coiling around his throne. His body is a vivid coral and baring dark tattoos and markings. Down his entire center, starting at the bottom of his chin is a blue stripe. His colors are beautiful, but it is his dark eyes you first felt drawn to.
He always has a staunch look upon his face, making him look stern and cold. But in his eyes, you sometimes see flickers of fear or pain. You’re not quite sure if it is all in your mind or not. You have heard stories from the night staff though. You’ve come across them in the kitchens on late nights when you can’t sleep. They’ve spoken of how the king rarely sleeps well.
“He has witnessed many wars,” one of the pale night maids told you. “It isn’t surprising that he would hold those nightmares deep within him like wounds.”
It is shocking for you to think that someone as strong as King Kalmin could be susceptible to anything. His heroics are legendary, and you grew up singing songs about all his trials and conquests.
One evening during a New Moon banquet, you’ve finished performing for the revelers, and you are now serving wine and delicacies to the guests. The outfit you are wearing is quite revealing, but it is nothing new. The shimmering gold and bronze match the decor of the ballroom, making you look like one of the statues come to life.
“Girl, come here,” a man with curled black horns beckons you over.
You offer your tray up to him. “Wine, sir?”
The man chuckles, taking a goblet. “Why do you think I called you over then?”
You bow, feeling a bit sheepish as it is. “Excuse me,” you say.
“Now hold on a second,” the man says. He grabs your wrist, and you nearly drop the tray. “Let ’s have a look at you,” his voice is a low growl.
You want to jerk and runaway and rejoin your sisters of the dance troupe, but you also can’t get in trouble insulting your king’s guest. So you stand frozen, afraid. This man’s fist is as big as your head, and it’s hurting your arm as he pulls you close.
He slips his hand under your chin. “Mighty pretty thing,” he says. His teeth are yellow and sharp. “Kalmin always did have a taste for that.”
The man’s hand caresses down your throat, and you feel sick. His fingers then gently unlatch your top. “He has an eye for the details that matter.”
You start to tremble and shake as his fingers stroke the tops of your now exposed breasts.
“I could treat you well,” he says, and his fist grows tighter around your wrist. “Follow me, pretty thing.”
“You’re hurting me,” you finally whimper out.
A black hand grabs the man’s wrist and pulls him back. “Who said you could touch what is mine?” Kalmin hisses at the man.
You clutch your top around yourself, gazing up at your rescuer and king.
“No really,” the man laughs, trying to brush it off as Kalmin’s hand squeezes his arm. “She’s the one-”
Kalmin twists the man’s arm making him bellow out in pain as it’s wrenched behind his back at a harsh angle. “You dare blame her?”
“They all want it!” The man yowls.
Kalmin looks at you with his dark eyes. “Did he touch you?” He asks.
You nod shakily as your dance sisters crowd around you.
Kalmin notices how you’re clutching your top. “Did this pitiful creature expose you?” He asks.
You nod again. “He did, my king,” your voice cracks. “He tried to make me follow him.”
The man snarls. “She lies!”
Kalmin shoves him down, his arm cracking. “You need to learn when to shut up, sir. You’ve insulted me by assaulting what is mine. You should be grateful I have no ripped your arm off and fed to my guests.”
You shiver, and tears fall down your cheeks, smearing the golden makeup.
Kalmin turns back to you. “Take care of her,” he says to the other dancers.
Your sister dancers lead you away from the ballroom, all of them as concerned as the last. As you step through the doors, you hear a terrifying scream. You turn, glancing out the door as the rest of the guests erupt with applause, and they start chanting Kalmin’s name.
You’re taken to the kitchen where you feel most safe. The staff there fusses over you, feeding you dishes meant for the banquet and fixing you a piping hot cup of hot cocoa.
Once the shivering ends, one of Kalmin’s handmaids comes to fetch you. “Our king wishes to apologize,” she tells you with a bow. “If you’ll follow me.” She takes you by the hand, leading you through the palace. She takes you into the west wing, where Kalmin’s living quarters are. The handmaid takes you to a room that’s filled with dark green.
“What is this?” You whisper.
“Our king wishes you to rest here,” she replies.
You furrow your brow. “But…but why?”
The handmaid shrugs. “Go ahead and sleep, you will be safe here.” She leaves, shutting the door behind her.
The room is warm and cozy. The dark green of everything feels like you are in a lush, dense forest. The bed is enormous, and you’ve never slept in one alone. You’ve always shared, whether it was at home or with your dance sisters.
You find a wash basin, scrubbing off your makeup before you go to bed. You wake up in the middle of the night. You find a robe hanging in a wardrobe and put it on.
You open the door and walk outside. The halls are dark save for the light of a torch every few steps. Unable to hold back your curiosity, you wander around. The hallways are hushed, that is until you hear a loud scream.
You turn, seeing the doors to King Kalmin’s bedroom at the end of the hall. You hear the scream again and a cry of anguish. You duck back as several of the night staff left. Once they’re done the hall, you step back out and go to the door.
You peek through the crack, seeing Kalmin is on the ground, his body draped over the side of the bed. To your shock, you see that his body is bound by intricate ropes.
“Who is there?” His dark voice snarls. “I know someone is there! Come out, or I’ll have you killed.”
You gasp and shiver, stepping into his room. “I’m sorry, my king,” you bow down on the ground. “I heard a noise, and I was-”
“The dancer,” Kalmin murmurs. “What are you doing out of your room?”
You look up from the ground, seeing Kalmin’s body as turned towards you. His expression is pained, and he looks terrified.
You sit up. “My king,” you whisper. “Are you in pain?” You stand up. “The ropes, are they hurting you? Should I release them?”
“No!” Kalmin snarls, lunging out towards you.
You gasp and step back. “I’m sorry I-”
“Dare touch my ropes, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do,” Kalmin growls at you.
You hold your hand out to him. “Can I hold you?” You whisper. “You look frightened.”
Kalmin rises up, looking at your hand. He lowers down, rubbing his cheek to your palm. He’s so much bigger than you, and yet he seems so fragile. You step closer, putting your arms around him.
The intricate web of knots and ropes that bind his body are not tight and restraining, in fact, they look quite lovely. As you hold him, your fingers trace the lines, gently you touch his skin and he whimpers.
Come morning, you wake up in his bed. The canopy is drawn, and you see the ropes lying on the bed. You start to leave when you hear voices, so you clam up and curl into a ball.
“I’ll be down later,” Kalmin replies as the door closes.
It is quiet for a long time and then his hand parts the curtains. She crawls onto the bed and touches your face.
“Thank you for your comfort last night,” he whispers to you. “I’ve not slept so well in such a long time.”
You look up at him, clasping his hand and holding it to your cheek. “I would do anything for you,” you whisper to him.
Kalmin smiles at you. “How can I trust you?”
You kiss his palm and then place it around your throat.
Kalmin chuckles, moving his hand away and placing his lips to your throat instead. You tremble as he kisses there.
“Stay here,” he growls to you. “I’ve always wanted a pet.” He kisses your cheek with a chuckle. “I have business to attend to, but I’ll return.” He opens the canopy for you and shows you breakfast waiting on the table.
After he leaves, you eat, enjoying the thick toast slathered with butter, and the crisp, cured meats. You then wander around his room, finding ancient tomes filled with languages you couldn’t read. You find a book filled with pages about the intricate rope tying you had found Kalmin in that night. You practice a few on yourself, binding your legs and stomach.
When Kalmin returns, he brings lunch with him. You stand to greet him, getting ready to bow but he stops you. He runs his fingers through your hair and presses his finger to your lips.
“Is something wrong?” You ask him.
He smiles at you. “To be honest I’m surprised, little dancer,” he says. “I’m relieved to see you.”
“Is that such a rare thing?” You ask, kissing his palm.
Kalmin sighs. “For me it is.”
You sit with him, sipping on bone broth with crunchy croutons. You look up at him, he’s more watching you than he is enjoying the food. You set your bowl aside and lay your hands in your lap.
“Do you need to nap, my king?” You ask him.
Kalmin smirks. “Are you offering?”
You glance aside. “I have heard that my king does not sleep well, and when he does, he is plagued.” You gaze back into his eyes. “I would love to help my king, anyway I can. After you saved me last night, I only want to serve you.”
Kalmin scowls. “I do not take lovers,” he tells you. “Too many have betrayed me.”
“I want to comfort you,” you tell him. “You need not love me.”
His eyes narrow on you. “I am plagued,” he continues. “Horrors of the past resurface, and they keep me from sleeping. Last night, in your arms, they did not haunt me.” He then picks up the ropes from the floor. “I use these to keep those around me safe.”
You stand up, taking the ropes and tying his wrists. His eyes widen when he sees the knots you’ve constructed. You look up at him.
“I said I would do anything for you.”
Kalmin’s expression is weak, and he swoons. “How can you do this?”
You smirk. “I’m a fast learner.” You smooth your palm up his great chest. You place a kiss on his collarbone, and he shivers. “Do you want me to bind you, my king?”
“Yes,” he hisses as his breath squeezes from his body. “Please.”
You take the ropes, wrapping them around his body using the knots you saw in the book. As you bind his arms behind his back, nearly braiding the ropes around them, you kiss his skin and whisper softly to him.
Kalmin’s moans are deep and pitiful, but his expression is pleased.
As you walk around him, admiring your handiwork, you unlatch his belt, dropping the fabric hanging around his waist. The slit at the base of his torso is engorged, and his cock is already starting to grow forward.
You kiss his chest and stomach. “Does this excite you?” You slip your fingers into the slit, feeling him thick and hard inside.
He groans and sighs, his head hanging back.
You bite him. “Answer me,” you growl.
“Yes,” he gasps. His cock pops out, but that isn’t all. A second one starts to ease out behind the first.
You bite your lip, shocked by the turn of events taking place. You take the first cock into your hand, stroking it slowly. “Will you obey me?”
Kalmin’s voice cracks and he whimpers. “Yes,” he pants.
“Good,” you use the ropes to pull him down. You kiss his cheeks and jaw. He turns his head, meeting your kiss.
Kalmin leans back as you kiss down his chest and belly. You flick your eyes up to him, and you pull back, taking a shuddering, nervous breath.
You swallow the lump down in your throat. “Good,” you whisper. “Stay like that. Keep still.” You step back, looking over him.
The robe falls from your shoulders, showing the bodice you made from the soft ropes. Kalmin’s eyes grow wide, and he moans. The second cock has eased out, thick and longer than the first. Both are marble black and coral, but the tips are the same lovely blue as the stripe down his body.
You touch one then the other. Their tips are oozing a sticky, clear liquid. You lick it from your fingers then reach down, touching yourself. You moan for Kalmin, feeling how hot and wet you are. You’ve touched yourself to the thought of Kalmin before, but this was different. You look into his eyes, seeing his soft, pathetic gaze.
You slip your wet fingers into his tongue. You then step close, pushing him down onto the bed. You crawl on top of him, never breaking eye contact. You take a deep breath, not to sure what you’re doing. All you know is that seeing King Kalmin helpless and bound beneath you is one of the most glorious sights you’ve ever seen.
His strong hard body is held by your small, soft hands. He shivers and shakes like a leaf, and only your touch can soothe it. You control him, you drive him. You bite your lip to hold back the proud smile.
“I will take care of you,” you whisper to him. “You don’t have to call me lover,” you moan as you start to rub yourself against him. “But you will answer when I call you.”
Kalmin moans, wiggling his hips. “Yes. Of course!”
You ease back, taking his smaller cock inside you, but even it is bigger than you are used to. The bigger one rubs against your belly, and Kalmin lets out a pleasured cry. His hips buck, and you slam your hand back.
“Stay still,” you moan, grinding him inside you while stroking his second cock with your hand.
“I’m sorry,” Kalmin whines. “I will.”
“Good boy,” you purr as you start to bounce. You gasp and shiver, never having felt this full before. He throbs and twitches inside you, adding to your pleasure.
Having this great, powerful man between your legs, entirely at your mercy, has never made you feel more powerful. You’ve always felt weak and small, at the will to others. But right now, there is no one stronger than you, no one above you.
You gasp and moan and glare down at kalmin. “If you cum before me you’ll regret it.”
“I won’t,” Kalmin whimpers. “I promise. I won’t!”
You feel the pleasure pool inside you. You’ve never felt it so strongly before. You gasp and shudder, your legs twitching. “Mm, that’s right. Just be my good boy.” You lean back, bracing your hands against his tail as you thrust onto him.
Kalmin moans and grunts, straining to keep himself in check.
You then stand up, your nectar splashing onto his belly. You feel brave and reckless, so you take the bigger cock and guide to towards your slit. Kalmin watches, his eyes lighting up as he watches you impale yourself upon him.
You feel yourself stretch to accommodate him, but it feels so good. You grunt and cry out as you sit back upon him. You touch your belly where his cock makes you bulge.
“Now,” you pant, tossing your hair back. “Tell me, who do you belong to?”
“You,” Kalim whimpers, his eyes locked onto yours. “I belong to you.”
You start to move again, gasping and shaking. The heat spreads through your body, wrapping you up and squeezing you. You cry out as your thighs tremble. You throat your head back and let yourself drown in the sensation.
You manage to sit back upright, and you see the pained expression in Kalmin’s eyes. His cocks are twitching and you know he’s close.
“Cum for me,” you purr. “Cum right now.”
Kalmin whimpers, his hips thrusting and he does as you command. His voice breaks and cracks and he doesn’t breathe. He floods you, stuffing you full as the other cock spurts on your ass and legs and all over his scales.
He falls back, sated and quiet.
You sit up, feeling his thick seed dribble down your thigh. “You’ve made a mess of me.” You move up, placing yourself over his face.
Kalmin whimpers weakly, but he stretches his neck. His long tongue laps up your thighs and into your slit. Kalmin licks you clean, making you tremble and shake all over again.
You chuckle and fall back onto the bed, laying beside him. You pull his head to your breast and run your fingers through his long dark hair.
“I will keep you,” you whisper to him. “As long as you will be mine.”
Kalmin lifts his head, pressing a long, soft kiss to your lips. “Please,” he begs. “You can’t let me go.”
You smile and touch his cheek. “What will you call me then?”
He leans in and whispers darkly into your ear. “Master.”
