Chapter Tags: blowjob, mentions of attraction to younger women, disrespect, mild domestic violence (in keeping with the era really), cheating, mentions of perversion, mentions of virginity, suggestions of forceful intercourse, threats, John being a total pig and just all round terrible human being
Chapter WC: 2654
A/Ns: There’s no getting around the fact that John is a complete pervert in this chapter. We can excuse it a little by the time period and how it wasn’t seen to be that way back then, but in today’s society we’d lock him away and some psycho killer would want to shove the key where the sun doesn’t shine. It’s a grey-area territory in this fic, but let’s not forget the reader is actually over 18 here.
The King’s Blessing Masterlist
John’s POV
With his eyes closed, John tips his head back, moaning softly, his fingers reaching for and finding soft hair as he weaves it through his fingers and tugs.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, watching Y/N look up at him through her lashes in his mind’s eye, smirking slightly around his girth at the praise.
He smirks back and chuckles, amused by how much the praise flatters her, and then she takes him deeper like she’s trying to impress him further, and John moans louder, his fingers tugging her hair harder. She whimpers, but continues to take him deeper; continues to try to please him even more. He can feel his thighs start to tense now, his toes beginning to curl as he gets closer and closer to his relief.
“C’mon, little lady, I’m close.”
John groans as he feels her suck harder, bobbing her head a little faster, and he pulls tighter still on her hair, ready to practically burst down the back of her throat, but a knock at his chamber doors snaps him from his fantasy and back to the reality of his chambermaid, Jo, on her knees between his legs.
He pulls her off of him with one tug of her hair still in his grasp and grunts, pissed off with the interruption.
“Get up,” he commands, watching the blonde scramble to her feet, wiping her mouth clean with her fingers and rushing to find clothes for the king to dress in.
Jo helps him into his trousers and then opens the door, to invite in the guest, and John huffs when he sees his wife enter his chambers, straight away noticing the way he’s still trying to adjust his erection under his clothes. She looks around the room and then towards Jo and scoffs under her breath.
“Leave us,” she barks at Jo who still has her head bowed for the queen’s entrance.
Jo is quick to leave the room, closing the door behind her, and John ignores his wife for a moment, heading over to the bottle of wine in the corner of the room and pouring himself a healthy glass.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Mary asks him bitterly.
“I’m a man with needs, Mary,” he reminds her calmly, lifting his glass and taking a long sip of the red crimson alcohol.
“And I’m the woman that’s supposed to fulfil those needs,” she reminds him.
John scoffs at the very idea, taking another sip of wine. “When was the last time you used your mouth on me?” He turns around to face his wife, noticing the way she’s now pursed her lips and furrowed her brow slightly. “Besides, you’re growing old now.”
“I’m thirty-six,” she argues back.
“You’ve borne children that are now adults, you’re growing old,” John insists.
“Is that why you bless all those girls?” Mary presses, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because you have sick, perverted desires?”
John can feel his blood getting hotter as he steps closer to his wife and looks down on her, reminding her of who has the advantage of not only height but everything else over her.
“I’m the king, I can indulge in whatever desires I choose.”
“Then I’m sure you’ll love my news,” Mary tells him, seemingly unfazed by his low tone, and the way his jaw is clenched.
But John relaxes his jaw slightly, stepping back as his irritation begins to melt a little with the prospect of some news. He turns to refill his wine glass, hoping for a reason to celebrate, which prompts Mary to continue.
“Your son’s betrothed is finally a woman,” Mary admits. “She bled last night.”
John stops mid-pour, glancing over his shoulder to look at his wife, wondering if she’s playing some sick joke on him in search of some kind of revenge for his favourite pastimes.
“Did she tell you this?” he asks.
“No, but her chambermaid informed me of blood on the sheets when she cleaned Y/N’s chambers this morning,” Mary explains. “Apparently, Y/N hasn’t said a word.”
John frowns slightly as he turns back around. Maybe Y/N will confide in Mary or someone else that will officially inform the king of the news at some point today. Why would she want to keep this a secret? He’s seen the way she looks at Dean, he’s heard them giggling and talking about their impending marriage. It has always seemed genuine; enough to make jealousy grow inside the king whenever he thinks about Dean getting her all to himself. The king has the blessing at least. He gets to taste the forbidden fruit at least once. And the best part is, that he won’t be banished from Eden for it.
He smirks at the very thought, and then an excitement grows inside him when he considers that what he’s been waiting all these years for is finally here. He finally gets to bless Y/N.
“I told you that little bitch was bad news. She’s just using us for our gold and hospitality. She never wanted to marry our son,” Mary begins to rant. “Why else would she try to keep this a secret? I bet she’s been bleeding for years and she’s just been hiding it.” John lets his wife rant, not really caring about the words coming out of her mouth, and only caring about the thoughts running through his head about the imminent moment he gets to bless Y/N. “We should find Dean another bride. I’ve been saying it for years now.”
“No,” John insists, catching the tail end of Mary’s tirade. “We’ve waited a long time for this moment, it would be foolish of us to waste our time searching for another eligible princess.”
“You mean you’ve waited a long time to fuck her,” Mary challenges. “Why her? What’s so special about her? I’m sure if we found Dean another one, she’d be younger, and you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
John finds his fingers squeezing Mary’s jaw before he can stop himself, his eyes narrowed and glaring down at his wife.
“Don’t you ever speak to your king like that again, do you hear me?”
Mary’s whole face softens, her eyes widening as she slowly nods her head. John eases his grip on her face to allow her to speak, and she splutters out a “yes, your majesty”. He can already see discolouration on her skin where his fingers had been moments before, but he pays it no mind as he steps back and takes a sip of wine.
“Thank you for telling me the news, we should begin the preparations for the blessing.”
John watches Y/N and Dean silently from his place at the head of the dining table, his anger only growing hotter in his veins as he considers how many days it’s been since Y/N bled, and yet she has yet to tell anyone. John knows from every other blessing he’s administered in his kingdom that seven days is long enough for the bleed to have stopped. Normally, she would be blessed tonight, in preparation for her wedding in the morning. But no wedding or blessing has been prepared, because John has let curiosity get the better of him, and he was interested to see how long it would take for Y/N to come clean.
Maybe Mary is right, maybe she is just using them for their wealth and power, and maybe she has no intentions of marrying their son. But John just won’t stand for that. She is betrothed to become a part of this family, and one way or another, she will be. And he’s waited too long to let her go unblessed now. He’s wanted this moment since she arrived in his kingdom. He’s going to get it.
“My lady.”
Dean’s voice snaps the king out of his head, and he looks to see Dean standing at Y/N’s side like he does most mornings, offering her his hand to take.
“My love,” she giggles, reaching for his hand.
From the way she’s looking at her betrothed, John can’t be convinced that she doesn’t want to marry Dean. He makes her laugh, and she seems flattered by his attention, and John has seen the way they are together when they think they’re alone. She hangs off every word he says, smiles at him when he’s not looking, and plays with her hair as he talks to her, batting her eyelashes at him. All things John remembers Mary doing to him when they first started courting. And John remembers how eager Mary was to marry him.
Dean seems just as infatuated with his future bride, too. So why is she keeping this secret? Has she told Dean? Is Dean keeping the secret too?
“Father, I was hoping to take Y/N into the village today, please may we take a horse and carriage?” Dean asks, blinking at him.
The possibility of Dean conspiring against his own fate won’t leave the king alone, and he knows he has to get to the bottom of this. As curious as he’d been to learn how long Y/N was willing to let this deceit last, he’s grown impatient with waiting.
“No,” John replies. “I must speak with you in private,” he explains. “Y/N, you should return to your chambers.”
The nervous look that the young couple share only confirms what the king had been fearing to be true. They are both keeping the secret. But why?
“Your majesty,” Y/N curtseys, before leaving the banqueting hall, presumably to return to her chambers like the king had instructed.
Dean looks at his father with wide eyes and swallows noticeably.
“We’ll talk in your chambers,” John informs him. “Wait for me there.”
Dean hesitantly nods, bowing his head briefly before turning and leaving the room, and John finally turns to his youngest son and dismisses him, too, sending Sam to the courtyard to practice his sword fighting. Now he’s alone with his wife, and even from across the table, her bruising is still noticeable on her face, even after six days. He figures the approach has worked, though, because Mary has barely spoken to him at all, let alone in a disrespectful manner.
“Do you wish to excuse me too, your majesty?” Mary asks softly, with a grace he’s not known her to have for many years now.
Over time, Mary grew more and more confident as a queen, and with it, her manners and respect slipped. It was about time that the king put her back in her place in a way that would make her stay there.
“No,” he replies. “Not yet.” Mary lowers her head, and John sips his wine and waits. “I want you to go to my chambers,” he tells her.
“Do you need me to bathe first?” she asks, finally lifting her eyes to him.
John realises her misunderstanding and chuckles softly. “No, I don’t need that from you anymore, Mary, you know that,” he reminds her sternly.
Mary swallows but then nods her head, and doesn’t argue back as she would’ve before. “You will wait for me there.” John rises to his feet, his eyes staying on his newly submissive wife. “Once I have blessed Y/N, I will give you my demands for the wedding. I want them married by this time next week.”
As John enters his son’s sleeping chambers, he finds Dean nervously playing with his fingers, sitting on one of the couches by his fireplace. As soon as he notices John he rises to his feet.
“Is everything alright, father?” Dean asks, swallowing slightly.
“Y/N has been with us for quite some time now, hasn’t she?” John comments, moving past his son in search of the wine.
“Yes, Sir,” Dean agrees.
“Aren’t you growing weary of waiting for your betrothed to become a woman?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder as he grabs the wine and two glasses.
“She’s worth the wait,” Dean tells him.
John chuckles softly, turning around with both glasses of wine, and stepping up to his son to hand him one.
“That’s sweet,” John mocks. “But I have certainly grown weary,” he adds more seriously. “Y/N should be bearing your second child by now. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you spending far less time with other women since Y/N got here.”
“You told me to act like a betrothed prince,” Dean argues.
“Sure, be discreet about it. But even princes have urges that need to be taken care of, everyone knows that. Surely Y/N does too.”
“I’m fine,” Dean insists.
“It just makes me question if you are satisfying your desires somehow. Maybe with a certain princess.”
“We’re not wed yet, that would be improper.”
“Now when have you ever cared about that, Dean?” John laughs softly.
“You’ve not blessed her, either,” Dean adds, his eyes glancing away nervously.
“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you have been improper with her, I can’t deny I’ve been looking forward to that blessing.”
John watches as Dean swallows hard, his jaw clenching slightly, and John smirks as he realises he’s cracked it.
“Is that why you’ve kept this secret, son?” John prompts. “Because you don’t want me blessing your beloved?”
“What secret?” Dean asks, the shake in his voice giving away his deceit.
“I’m the king. Did you really think it wouldn’t get back to me that your princess is now a woman?”
Dean sighs, his hand trembling slightly, the wine inside his glass starting to ripple with the movement.
“Dad, please, there must be another way you can bless her.”
John clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath, realising he’s got more of a fight on his hands than he first thought.
“There isn’t.”
“You bless every other woman in this kingdom, Dad, please just spare Y/N. She wants to give me her innocence, she only wants to lie with me.”
“So Y/N is still pure?” John confirms. Dean nods slowly. “She’s untouched… by you and anyone else?”
“We’ve kissed, but that’s all,” Dean admits.
John is only slightly surprised by that. Dean used to love sharing his bed with women before Y/N, and he’d half expected him to woo his betrothed into that same bed somehow. But he also knows that Y/N is innocent and naive, and a God-fearing lady. He isn’t surprised she’s made Dean wait for their marriage, and he’s not surprised that she doesn’t want to give herself to the king to be blessed, either. She wasn’t raised in this kingdom, she didn’t grow up for it to be expected of her. She doesn’t realise how much of an honour and privilege it is to have his blessing. But she will.
“You know the way this kingdom works son. Y/N is a woman now, and she’s still pure. I must bless her if you want her to be your bride.”
“Dad, please–”
“You don’t get special treatment, son, and neither does Y/N.”
“I know you made up that stupid legend, Dad, I know your father didn’t bless the women of this kingdom when he was king.”
“Watch your tone, son, I’m about to bless your beloved, and you don’t want me taking my anger out on her, do you?” John threatens, making Dean back down.
“Sir, please, at least let me warn her, let me tell her myself,” Dean pleads.
John stares his son down for a moment. Looks like Mary isn’t the only one that needs reminding who the fucking king is.
“I tell you what, son, I’ll do you one better. Why don’t you come with me? I’m sure Y/N would love your presence to comfort her.” Dean’s eyes widen, and he begins to shake his head in defiance, but John clenches his jaw. “That wasn’t a request. It was a command from your king. Now, shall we go? Your beloved has been a virgin for too long.”
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