"Crowley...my king, don't tease your queen like that." I moan as he kisses my breasts.

"You'll have to be in control if you want me to stop." He smirks, in his Scottish accent.

"Then I will." I push him on the soft black velvet sheets, back on the memory foam bed, and kiss him, making him moan loudly as I touch his growing bulge through his black slacks.

Let me take you back, before I was the Queen of hell.

When I was nothing.

January 21st, 1921

My name is Y/n, and...I'm a prostitute.

Trust me, not by choice.

I was kiddnaped at 16, been missing since then.

I've been sleeping with men for ten years.

Ten fucking years of nasty sex and nasty men.

Ten years of abuse from a pimp name Juan.

People don't think there are prostitutes out there because they hide us.

But there are, girls like me.

I have to wear slutty clothes, wigs, and high heel boots.

I don't even know if my family cares that I was kiddnaped.

Let me tell you about my childhood.

Year 1905

I was born in Mercy hospital, February 7th.

My mother and father, Susy and Ben, 27 and 29, married at 20 and 23.

I was their first kid, they had another when I was 5.

His name is Jimmy, he had bright blonde hair, and dark sliver eyes, cold.

I have h/c hair, my father said I wasn't his child.

You see, I have two different coloured eyes.

One bright green eye, like a forest, and the other is blue, like a bright sunny day.

My mother has green eyes, and my father has silver.

You can see why, he didn't think I was his kid.

I grew up fine, good grades in school, that is until I was told I shouldn't be in school, that I should be in the kitchen.

That was my sixteenth birthday.

The day I was walking home, crying.

Then he found me.

Juan.

He told me he would walk me home, he promised I would be safe.

Then he took me.

And made me have sex with strange men.

He...was one of the men that I had to please.

He would starve me for weeks.

He would beat me till I coughed up blood.

For ten years this happened to me, every day, a new man, more bruises.

Then, Juan sold me to a man with tattoos and a gun.

He to let me I would be okay.

That I was safe with him.

So I went with him, not by choice.

He gave me my own room, gave me food and clothes.

He never made me please him.

That is until one day his father came over.

His father asked who I was, and of course Jackson, the tattooed man who saved me, told his father how he found me.

His father called me a whore, a slut.

He pointed a gun at me, and told me to suck him off.

I didn't, and he shot me, in the head.

Then, it was like I was out of my body, I saw Jackson grab my dead body and cradle me, he turned to his father and shot him.

Then a man walked up to me.

He introduced himself as Crowley.

He told me I was dead, that I should come with him.

He was decent height, brown hair, scruffy beard, strong noes and jaw line.

And, black everything.

I nodded my head, he grabbed my hand and we where somewhere else.

"This is your room now Y/n, if you ever need anything, tell Gerald, he'll always be behind this door." He looked at me as if I was precious, not as if I was filth.

"T-thank you s-sir." I walked away from him, towards the corner of the room.

"Please, call me Crowley. And, you have clothes in that closet, a shower and bathroom over there, use anything you need." He smiled walking towards me.

"W-who are you really?" I slowly stand, walking toward him, sitting on the bed.

"Well darling, I'm the king of hell." He smirked. (Play pretend:))

"I'm in hell?"

"I'm afraid so my dear, but don't worry, you have me."

And from that day, I fell for Crowley. Every chance he got to visit me, which was often, he would talk to me, and get to know me, treat me like a queen. Then, years later, he asked me to be his queen, and, I obviously said yes. That brings me here, to the present.

"Oh, handsy aren't you y/n?" He moaned, flipping us back over, snapping his fingers I was cuffed to the bed, he smirked.

"Fuck me Crowley. Hard." I smirked tugging on the cuffs.

In another snap we were both naked.

Crowley gently teased my core with his tip, slipping it in, then back out.

Then without warning he thrusts his whole rod in my, making me scream out in pleasure.

"King!" I moan.

His forearms on either side of my face on the bed, he brings his face closer to my neck, nipping and biting, leaving marks.

He kisses down to my breasts, sucking on my already hard buds.

"Faster Crowley or I swear to God."

He stops.

"God's not here sweetheart. And he never was." He smirked, cursing in his Irish accent, as he thrusts faster.

He thrusts faster then he ever has, hitting my sweet spot every time.

"Crowley...I'm gonna cum." I moan in a raspy voice.

"Do it." He thrusts a few more times and I cum, minutes after I cum Crowley finally cum, yelling my name in his sexy Scottish accent.

He falls down on the bed, and snaps his fingers, releasing me, I lay on his chest, still breathing heavily.

"I love you, my king." I whisper.

"And I love you, my queen."

Fin~