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(Grimm's PoV)
"OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO!" The obnoxious laugh echoed through the manor.
...
Sometimes, even in undeath, Grimm wondered why he did some things.
He already had obtained what he needed from the Duchess. With the Bonfire in Queensland already lit, there was no need to get on the train anymore. At any moment he desired, all he needed to do was use one of the Bonfires, and Grimm could be anywhere in Wonderland instantly.
"There you are!" Points out the Duchess. "Have thee come back to explore the grandiosity of gastronomy with us?"
Yet here he is once again. In the manor of the greatest glutton in Wonderland: The big-mouthed Duchess Margaret Von Tyrol. Whose covenant he had already maxed and whose spells he had learned and mastered.
...so why was he here again?
"...if thine rude self keeps this gracious lady waiting much longer." The Duchess's tone slipped slightly into the danger zone. "She may go hungry and be forced to have a little... appetizer, no?"
His eyes focused on the one that has been trying to speak to him all this time. Grimm's distracted mind finally started to properly register the words of the woman in front of him.
...and also the reason he kept returning here.
Right in front of him stood the one and only Duchess Margaret Von Tyrol, nearly as tall as Grimm himself. Her long orange hair framed her elegant and noble face, and her light brown eyes shone with an unimaginable hunger that focused solely on him.
As his gaze descended, he couldn't help but continue with his observation. How the Duchess's aristocratic green dress frames her delicious body. Perfectly contouring every curve, just in the right way to make him want to sink his hands into her supple meat.
To make him want to throw her onto the nearest table and divest her of her clothes. To ravage and claim every single inch of the perfection-made flesh right in front of him. To taste her delicious bre-*CHOMP*
Pain snapped him out of his reverie. Irradiating from the left of his collarbone and jolting Grimm from his fantasies in an instant. A quick glance downwards answered the origin of the stimuli: the Duchess's sharp teeth.
Probably tired of being ignored. The gluttonous woman had jumped and latched at his neck before biting down hard. Her gaze locked with his as she kept her mouth in place, probably tasting his undead blood. Had it not been for his higher soul level now—his first visit notwithstanding. She would probably have chomped his arm clean off.
What a gluttonous woman...
"Does thee not know that ignoring such a magnificent lady is grounds for execution?!" Her voice came out harsh as she unlatched herself from him. Black blood dripped from her mouth, her soft pink tongue darting in a long mtion as she tasted the blood on her lips, tainting them as if she had used black lipsticks. "Thou should be grateful that mineself is forgiving! If not, thee head would alre-"*Hmph*
It was his time to interrupt.
In a bold move, his arms encircled the distracted Duchess. Bringing their bodies together once more before he pressed his lips against hers. Margaret, despite her previous inclinations, didn't seem to reject the advance. Opening her mouth and allowing the dance between their tongues to do any further talking between them. His own tongue tasting the remains of his blood that still remained on her warm lips.
At the same time, he allowed his hands to drift lower. Slowly inching toward Margaret's voluptuous ass. An action that didn't go unnoticed if the glint in her eyes meant anything.
"Ho-ho~ how daring, my dear Grimm." She allowed out as their mouths disconnected. "We have barely begun the meal, and thou art already reaching for the cake~?"
...this damned salacious woman! He was going to teach her how to have a proper meal.
Before she could react, he fully sank both hands in her magnificent rear. The action brought out a moan from the startled woman. Her body jolting forward at the sudden sensation.
But he didn't stop there. As she recovered from the action, he bit hard on the front of her dress and pulled. An animalistic snarl left his mouth as the sounds of fabric tearing overtook the room.
(Margaret's PoV)
The moment the Duchess was finally able to regain focus on the situation, she was met with a sigh that froze her: Grimm stood atop her. Her naked back lay against the table. She was left to stare at the man who had occupied a good part of her thoughts in recent times.
His hardened steel eyes gazed at her with both desire and warmth. The two emotions fueled the flame growing in Margaret's lower abdomen since she first saw him entering her manor. Since she first noticed his unbridled desire to absolutely ravage her. An undead knight arrived from a faraway land. Bringing with him just the right amount of pepper and meat to satisfy her noble cravings.
'And what Meat he had~' The thought came unbidden, her legs unconsciouly rubbing against each other at the mental image.
And if that wasn't enough. He kept returning, gifting her such delicious souls! With every visit, he brought more and more, in an amount proper for a lady of her elevated status. He also made sure to properly praise her beauty as he did so. His lustful gaze roamed her body shamelessly. The sheer audacity was exhilarating!
Just the right kind of gentleman she had been waiting for. So what else would she do but allow him his just-earned reward? She was a proper lady, after all!
"So, my dear Grimm." She made sure to put as much spice as possible in her voice. "Shouldn't you show your lady how delightfully delicious you are?"
(Grimm's PoV)
...
...he couldn't help it. He was going to Alice.
Before the woman below him could say anything else, he dove. His hands pinned the Duchess down while his mouth was allowed to explore those glorious breasts of her. He latched on her left nipple, enjoying both the sensation and the reaction such action created. Margaret's face reddened even further, her eyes focused on him as he licked and suckled the delicious treats in front of him.
If she had anything to say, she kept it to herself. The only sounds escaping her mouth were moans as he made sure to properly worship the glorious pair of tits in front of him. The woman's body was trembling. She humped him with as much vigor as her position allowed. He knew that if he pressed her more, she would soon have her first release.
...the women he fucked could say many things about him: that he was rough, that he didn't give proper warnings, that what he was doing was wrong. But not a single one could say that they were left unsatisfied.
He didn't allow her to get used to it. In another move, he pulled her once again flush against his body. His mouth pressed against hers as the hands that previously pinned the Duchess down descended towards her lower half.
He saw how wide her eyes went when his fingers reached their destination. Her lower lips, already drenched due to the foreplay, presented no resistance as he pushed two fingers inside. While he kept his thumb slowly circling her nub.
Margaret moaned against his mouth. The feeling of having such a gorgeous woman melting under him had no comparison. Her trembling form and misty eyes...
Ah, if she was blonde and a little smaller... maybe a blue dress as well? She would be perfect! Just like his Dear Little Gi-*CHOMP*
Once again, pain brought him back to reality. This time irradiating from his lips. But he did not have time to process anything further than that. For in the next moment, he found himself pushed back harshly. His body falling upon the nearby bed.
"Thou truly are a fool!" The Duchess, still flushed and with trembling legs was half-glaring at him. The black blood that once more dripped from her lips answered the origin of the pain. "Even in the throes of passion, you dare think of another woman?! Don't look so surprised, this lady knows well the look!"
...shit. He allowed his love for his dear Alice to slip through.
"You are in the presence of the great Duchess Margaret Von Tyrol!" She towered over him. Imperiously taking a knee right in front of his seated self. "If your rotten mind cannot remember this properly. I will make sure to imprint this lesson thoroughly in your undying body!"
A single move was all the Duchess needed. Both his pants and underwear were ripped out in a fluid movement. Leaving his burning erection exposed to the air. The full gray length that was more than enough to bring down even the rowdiest of women in Wonderlands stood there in all its glory.
"..." The Duchess's wrath seemed to evaporate in the face of his mighty weapon. Her eyes became focused as she licked her lips, the shine in her eyes brightening like stars. "This will be a meal that will satisfy me. And make sure that that hollow perverted head of yours keeps itself in place."
In barely an instant, she started to work on his length. Firstly savoring his cock with deep long licks. Her expert tongue deftly circled around his lower head, hitting all the right places. Each stroke of her wet limb lashed at him with gusto.
Grimm was doing his absolute best to keep himself from roughly grabbing her head and pushing his dick deeper into her slutty mouth. He had already angered the Duchess enough with his previous actions. And he wasn't going to risk anything with his member still near her teeth.
He still got the chills when he remembered how his precious organ got "decapitated" last time...
The cruelty!
So he laid back and made sure to enjoy as Margaret worked. Her skill on blowjobs was even better than last time. She made sure to properly focus on the areas that got the best reactions. At the same time, she kept his cock properly enveloped in her burning maw.
Her enthusiasm was fueled by the unending hunger that afflicted her. A hunger that appeared to only be able to be sated by things other than food...
He had an idea. He didn't know if it would work. There was even a chance that it would backfire on him. But as the Duchess kept teasing only a few inches of his cock instead of taking all of his might in. He decided that the gamble would be worth it. So he waited for the moment when she would look at him to gauge his reaction and put his best sweet-dripping voice at play:
"Yes right there." He allowed it to come out as a husky groan, in a voice he barely used. A reaction that he doubted she had expected. And for the coup de grace. "...please Rette."
He felt and saw how she stiffened at the pet name. Margaret's ministrations were brought to a halt. His raging erection was left still atop her tongue, as her cheeks reddened tremendously. The Duchess's eyes fixed on his own, like a predator looking at his prey.
He was barely able to react as she dove in further. The movement allowed his length to slide deep into her awaiting throat. Now it was her hands that encircled and trapped him in their embrace.
It seemed that he underestimated the effect of his gamble. Margaret's gaze looked outright manic. Her flushed cheeks and misty eyes were full of a mix of insanity and love as she deepthroated him. An emotion that Grimm was, unfortunately, very familiar with.
He had no chance of action as the Duchess kept "devouring" him. Her tongue swirled and licked nonstop as she made sure that not a single inch of him was allowed outside her mouth. He could only get brief hints of her face as she worked herself further into his crotch. Her nose relentlessly brushing against his pubes.
He grasped unto her orange locks of hair. To keep her steady as he felt his dick melting from pleasure. Margaret's warm and velvety throat was amongst the best he had experienced while in Wonderland. Her skill made sure that he was constantly bombarded by stimuli with no chance of reprieve. His control quickly left him as he felt his climax coming.
But Margaret didn't seem to care, even with him tapping her head to indicate that he was reaching his limits. The Duchess seemed to be in a trance, completely focused on inhaling as much of his cock as she possibly could. So he was left without much choice other than taking things into his own hands.
In a single motion, he swung his body atop hers, her own hands never leaving his hips. Resulting in her laying back on the bed as he stood atop her, his member still lodged deeply into her gullet.
He pulled his hips back and, before Margaret could protest her treat's absence, pounded back into her. A motion that repeated itself once more before he finally released his seed in her awaiting mouth. Making sure to press her head down against the mattress as he came.
The moment he felt her grip on him go lax, he pulled back. Leaving some space for her to breathe. He partially sat back on her legs. He expected her to look contrite at him for the rough handling and messing up her hair.
He should have known better.
Margaret looked outright euphoric. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her sizeable chest heaving with effort as her body dripped with sweat. Some of his load leaked from the borders of her lips. Yet, the white seed had no time to trickle down further, being swiftly scooped back by the Duchess's tongue in a sensual and slow long lick.
All the while she stared right at him.
No further words were needed. Her gaze communicated to him all he ought to do. So he approached the resting beauty and pushed her plushy legs open. Revealing her puffy core, aching with untold lust, to his personal purview.
From there, it took a single stroke to penetrate her already-soaked opening. His member sank deeply into her with barely any resistance. Leaving them both connected in a perfect stillness for a moment that seemed to last forever. His eyes stared at Margaret's own with a warmth that he didn't know he still had in his unbeating heart.
But the moment passed, and he pulled out half his member only to pound it right back into her. The movement snapped the Duchess from her trance, as her entire body shuddered at the feeling. Her tight, burning inner walls gripped tight at his meat as he hammered away at her.
Every movement elicited a new moan from the woman below him. His hands were pressed firmly upon the mattress to stabilize his body as he moved relentlessly. His entire focus was only on two things: on her gorgeous sexy body jiggling with every slap of his hips against her thighs, and making sure that he was properly pounding the delicious noblewoman below him.
If the face she was making was anything to go by, then he was succeeding quite well on the second point. Margaret's mouth was wide open in a continuous stream of moans, each one sweeter than the last. Her eyes semi-lidded, drowning in the pleasure of the flesh.
"My dear ahn~ Grimm." She let out between a particularly long moan. "Let it all out, fill me up, please~" She begged as saliva dripped from her mouth.
And who was he to deny such a request from a lady?
In a final stroke, he sheathed himself completely into her. His cock pumped as much of his white seed as he could as he came in her depths. Her own walls milked him as the Duchess also reached her climax. Resulting in her pulling him deeply into her embrace as they remained connected.
Her sweet smell and the warmth of her warm embrace were relaxing. The mix coupled with the fact that his face ended up being buried between her soft tits was heaven itself. He wasn't able to pinpoint the exact moment his eyelids started to close.
Before he could stop himself, his eyes closed. Sleep claimed Grimm once more as he relaxed in his lover's embrace.
(Margaret's PoV)
She was lying back on her bed, staring at the one that had so perfectly satisfied her. His tired body is now resting beside her. His form was drenched in sweat due to his previous exertion.
And what exertion that was!
...
She couldn't move her eyes away from his form. Not only due to it being a work of art—those muscles were absolutely yummy. But also due to what he represented. For both the entirety of Wonderland and for her own heart.
F̸o̸r̸ ̷w̷h̵a̷t̷ ̷D̵a̴u̴g̵h̴t̶e̴r̸ ̴d̷i̵d̵n̸'̸t̴ ̶l̷o̴v̷e̴ ̷t̵h̶e̵i̷r̸ ̴F̶a̸t̶h̴e̷r̵?̸
She shook her head. The White Queen (M̷̠͓͑o̴̯̥̾t̷̹̏h̷̫͆̈͛ḛ̴̺̹̀̑r̷̫͛) told all of them to keep going as normal. The reason for such was obvious: who would like to break this wonderful Paradise (G̴̣͋͂́̾̏̋̚͘̚̚à̴̼̄̇͗͑̄̂́̕r̸̳̉͊̑̀d̶͇̤̃̈́̆͐̊̽͐́͑̽̕͘͝e̶̡̨̛̪͈̳̮̳̜̳̳͈͇̎̇̓̔̈́̊͝ͅn̶̖̮̻͚̭͚̙̦̦͚͌̽͗̌̑͌̌̈́́̉̽̕) where they could stay with their precious Grimm (̴F̶a̸t̶h̴e̷r̵) forever?
...
Once again her traitorous eyes returned to the man sleeping beside her. Now focusing on his soft features: his eyes were sharp, yet kind. His smile was prideful and lustful, yet never cold. His hands were calloused and scarred by combat, yet always gentle with them.
...
He didn't deserve what they were doing to him. He didn't deserve to be puppeteered around by the One Who Crawls. Not even by any of the Queens. He didn't deserve to be stuck in a land of madness with no hope of escape. They weren't worth his attention.
She wasn't worth of him.
S̸h̵e̸ ̴s̷h̸o̷u̵l̶d̶ ̷j̴u̶s̷t̴ ̶d̶i̴- She feels a familiar warmth grasp upon her hand.
She looks down. Steel gray eyes looked back at her.
Grimm hadn't moved from his resting place. Yet he was undoubtedly awake. His hand gripping her own as he stared at her very soul. His body was seemingly still relaxed despite the apparent tension of the situation.
He should be angry at her, at all of them. She wouldn't resist much if he did anything to her now. She knew of her sins, of what her actions were perpetuating in this forsaken land. So she allowed herself to remain unmoving. Awaiting for him to pass judgment upon her unworthy sel-
He pulled. A soft tug that dragged her body against his.
"...rest Rette." He was so unfair. "Worry about whatever tomorrow. Just rest with me now."
And his eyes closed once more. His arms encircled her into a hug, holding her tightly while also making sure not to suffocate her.
...
She pushed her face against his naked chest. Her own arms returned the hug as she inhaled his scent: a nearly imperceptible smell of metal and blueberries. A nostalgic smell that made her remember her old home. Of the white houses, of the beach, and the endless ocean.
"...so unfair, my beloved Grimm." She lets out a soft murmur, before also allowing sleep to take her.