"Well, I won't give up on us, even if the skies get rough. I'm giving you all my love. I'm still looking up."
~Jason Mraz, 'I Won't Give Up'

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*Tutor's POV*

We tumble out of the shower, barely taking the time to dry off before I'm pushing Fighter onto the bed. With the bottle of lube in hand, I squirt the liquid on my fingers and reapply it to his steel hard cock.

"Lay on your back," I instruct, straddling his waist. Fighter's eyes gleam with lust as he obeys, laying down on the bed. Since I'm still warmed up from the first round, I easily reach back to position his length at my entrance before slowly sinking down.

"Yes!" I hiss pleasurably, rolling my hips as I readjust to his size. No matter how many times we have sex, his size always manages to take my breath away. Fighter pants beneath me, restraining himself from fucking me like he would prefer. Instead, he patiently waits for me to take the lead.

Raising my hips up, I sink back down, taking the entirety of his massive cock inside of me. My eyes roll back from how full I feel; hips swirling in the way I know makes him leak.

Picking up the pace, I use the strength in my thighs to bounce up and down, fucking myself on his cock.

"Tor, fuck!" Fighter moans loudly, hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise. "You're so good to me, baby."

"You look so fucking sexy like this," I praise breathlessly as a bead of sweat rolls down the curvature of my back. "So sexy beneath me as my hole makes you feel good."

Fighter whimpers a moan, jutting his hips upwards and hitting my prostate. I bite my lip to suppress a scream. Grabbing his large hand, I bring it up to wrap around my throat. Fighter growls, tightening his hold on my throat as he begins thrusting harder into me.

I lift myself off of him, turning around so he has a clear view of my ass. Fighter moans lowly as I lean forward, spreading my ass to flash him my stretched out hole.

"You're going to be the death of me," Fighter groans, pressing the pad of his thumb against my softened ring of muscles.

Smirking, I keep my back to him as I sink back down onto his length. I purposefully arch my back, making my ass appear even more round than it already is as I bounce up and down on him.

"Fucking hell, this position," Fighter breathes heavily, kneading the flesh of my ass. "I can see my cock disappearing in and out of your perfect hole. So pink and beautiful."

I whimper from the praise, working my hips harder as I ride the life out of him. The sound of my ass slapping against his thighs resonates loudly as we get closer to our highs.

I gasp when Fighter suddenly grips my necklace, tightening it around my throat. The lack of oxygen makes my pleasure spike until my entire body is burning with electric pulses of desire.

"Cum inside me," I demand in between gasped moans. "Want to feel you filling me up."

I purposefully clench my walls around him, shivering as he cries out. Fighter comes hard, shooting his release deep inside of me. The feeling of his cock pushing his cum deeper and deeper into me makes my balls tighten, and I release all over the sheets.

My eyes roll as exhaustion crashes into me violently, and I slump onto the bed before the room goes dark.

***

My hips ache, my thighs burn, my ass hurts, and I wouldn't change one damn thing. Puncture wounds from Fighter's fangs decorate my collarbone and thighs, marking me as his.

The only sleep we've gotten is when we've passed out in between rounds. I figured Fighter would have a higher sex drive as a vampire, but holy shit. He can't seem to get enough of me, and fuck if it isn't the hottest thing ever.

The past two days, all we've done is eat, sleep, and fuck. Making up for lost time in the only way we know how. There were times when I lost track of where my body ended and where Fighter's began; it's like we've become one over the past few days.

We're supposed to return to the palace today, but I'm finding it extremely difficult to get out of bed. Especially with a muscular vampire draped over me, preventing me from moving an inch.

"Fight," I complain, trying to wiggle out from under him. "We need to get up, baby. It's time to go back."

"Nope," Fighter shakes his head against my chest, pouting like a child. "Too comfy. Not moving."

"I have to pee, though."

"Hold it."

"Fighter!"

He groans, rolling onto his side and finally setting me free. Not sticking around for him to change his mind, I spring up from the bed and dart into the bathroom to relieve myself. Sighing in relief, I flush before moving to the sink to wash my hands and mouth. Fighter trudges into the bathroom completely naked, eyes squinting from exhaustion.

"Glad to know you're exhausted too," I laugh, patting his back not-so-sympathetically. "Come on, we need to shower and head back before my father sends out a search party. It's a miracle we were even granted these two days."

Fighter grumbles an agreement, brushing his teeth before hoping into the shower with me. We're both too worn out to try anything funny, and settle for washing each other.

Once we're clean, I hop out and dry myself off before pausing. "Uh... Fighter?"

"Hm?"

"My clothes are destroyed."

Fighter blinks at me, bursting out into laughter. My cheeks flush furiously as I glare at him.

"It's not funny! What am I supposed to do? I can't walk around wearing nothing but a cloak."

"Relax," he says, still snickering. "I'll take the leftover money and find you something to wear. Stay here."

Kissing the top of my forehead, Fighter quickly gets dressed, grabbing the money and heading out of the room. Sighing, I flop back onto the bed as I wait for him, my eyes growing heavy.

"Tutor," Fighter's voice makes my eyes snap open, and I quickly sit up.

"That was quick," I note, rubbing my eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "I was gone for nearly an hour. You fell asleep."

"Oh," I frown. "Well, it's not like we got much sleep the past few days."

"You say that as if you didn't like it," Fighter grins cheekily.

"Shut up. Did you get me some clothes?"

Fighter nods, holding out a bag that contains a plain white shirt, a pair of shorts, and underwear. I kiss his cheek gratefully before quickly getting dressed and slipping my shoes on.

"Ready to go?" Fighter asks from the doorway, holding his hand out to me.

I pause. Am I ready? Ready to face my father and stand up for my relationship, regardless of the consequences?

As I gaze at Fighter's outstretched hand and sparkling brown eyes, I feel my muscles relaxing as the answer becomes crystal clear.

Smiling, I place my hand in his. "Let's go."

***

The guards shamelessly gape at us as we walk into the palace, hand in hand. I keep my head held high, walking with Fighter straight into my father's throne room.

My father is pacing around the room with his hands clasped behind his back, worry lines scrunching up his forehead. He hears the steps of our feet against the marble floor, turning to look at us. Holding my breath, I prepare for the rage and the accusations, but then never come.

I'm taking by surprise when relief floods my father's face, and he pulls me in for a tight hug.

"Thank god you're okay," he breathes out, hugging me tightly. "I was so worried."

"You were?" I question, pulling back to look at him.

"Of course! You're my son. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

I smile weakly, deciding it would be best to not reveal that I actually did die two days ago.

"Dad," I start slowly, stepping away to take Fighter's hand. The soft smile Fighter flashes gives me the strength I need to continue. "I'm in love with Fighter."

My father falls silent; his expression unreadable. Gulping, I push forward without allowing myself to back down out of fear.

"I'm not going to marry Hwa, or anyone else. Fighter is the one I love, and you cannot force me to suppress who I am for the rest of my life. I want to be with him, even if it means I have to give up the throne."

I hear Fighter inhale sharply next to me at my bold declaration, but I don't take my eyes off my father. Surprise flickers across his face, and his eyes soften.

"This really means that much to you?" He asks quietly. "You would really give up the throne to be with a servant?"

"He's not just a servant," I snap at him. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me. The only time I've felt true happiness is when I'm with him. No one understands me the way he does. And yes, I would love to be king one day and make you proud, but I refuse to do it at the expense of my relationship. I'm prepared to give up my title if it means I get to stay with him."

Fighter squeezes my hand, making my lips twitch into a small smile. My father inhales deeply, running his hand over his face before looking at Fighter.

"Does he know what you are?" He questions harshly, but Fighter doesn't even flinch.

"Yes," Fighter responds with ease. "He does."

"And you should know that I trust him with my life," I announce confidently. "More than I've ever trusted anyone."

Hurt flashes in my father's eyes, and he purses his lips. "I see. Well, if you're that set in your decision, I guess I have no other choice."

I inhale deeply, prepared for him to say he's kicking me out and disowning me.

"Tee will handle the press. I'll have Xan arrange for Fighter to move into your room as your consort."

My eyes widen. "Huh?"

"You don't want him to remain a servant, do you?" My father chuckles. "I imagine that would be quite uncomfortable."

"N-No, you're... you're okay with this?" I ask in disbelief, and he smiles faintly at me.

"I know I've been... controlling in the past," he admits. "I've only wanted what's best for you. But I've spent these last two days worrying about you, wondering if you're okay. That's when I realized how terrified I am of losing you. I don't want to drive you away again by forcing you to part from your lover. If this is what you truly want, so be it."

A sob catches in my throat, and I throw my arms around my father's neck. "Thank you," I whisper. "Thank you, dad."

I pull back, wiping my eyes as I smile at Fighter. He smiles back at me before catching the dark look my father is giving him. My father stiffly extends his hand to Fighter, which he takes hesitantly.

"Take good care of my son," my father warns, and Fighter visibly relaxes.

"I will," Fighter promises, giving me a smile that makes my heart swell.

We did it.

~~~

Yay! The king isn't so bad now, huh?

One more chapter!!

And don't be commenting about how Fighter hasn't bottomed yet. If he bottomed in the last episode, he can bottom in the last chapter 💅🏼

See you next time!
-Gumbie