A King is a man who remains steadfast in the laws he has crafted for himself, not by the whims of society, but by the strength of his own will. He is a barbarian in the truest sense— untamed, unyielding , and carved from the fires of his own making. He laughs when he wishes , for the world bends to his joy. He fucks who he wishes , for everything he desires is already his. He fights and dines when he wishes , because his appetites, whether for victory or for pleasure, are the instincts of a man who recognizes no bounds.
His greed surpasses all others , for it is not merely the desire for wealth or power but the unshakable need to dominate —to take all that exists and make it his own. His lust covets all things , not out of mere indulgence, but because it is his right to possess, to consume, to claim. He has forged his body to be a weapon, a force of nature that blocks out heaven and earth , unbreakable, undeniable. His pride smothers all things in the absolute knowledge that no one can stand before him .He is divine in his desires , not because he was gifted with godhood, but because he took it for himself . His lust is limitless , his greed is insatiable , not because of excess, but because the universe itself yields to him
Jacob is that King.
The beginning of a long road
I wake up, shifting on my massive bed, my limbs sprawled with abandon like a lion claiming his territory. My body relaxed and calm, unconcerned with the world outside.
The air is thick with the scent of jasmine, mingled with the earthy musk of last night's conquest, the smell of sex and sweat fills the air heady and deeply warming in a pit in my stomach as my mind flashes back for a moment.
I feel Warmth from the small figure beside me radiating through the bed and into my arm she holds like the most precious thing in the world eclipsing her body by a good half. I glance over at Grace, her pale skin a stark contrast to my own. She clings to my arm, her body a well-crafted masterpiece still so small and fragile—slim, with small hips flaring outwards and a flat stomach that rises and falls as her head is nestled within the crook of my arm. As her breaths wet my skin her body already begins to bruise her neck a faint purple of hand marks her chest reds and small bite marks cover her tits as they dangle freely smushed against my arm, their large for her frame but fit as if crafted by god himself. Her ass out of view but shapely finishing off her beautiful body.
On my other side, a head rests on my chest, hair cascading down like waves of dark brown silk, tumbling over my skin and trailing down to my groin. Alexandria, a striking woman of Greek descent, lies nestled against me, her warm wheat-toned skin glistening in the soft light. Her Mediterranean heritage is evident in the golden sheen of her complexion, her body a perfect mix of sensual curves and playful energy. Her large, natural breasts are pressed against my side, their weight and softness a familiar comfort. Faint tan lines, her wheat colored skin takes the brushing better showing as purple and blue as her body seems Like it's been mauled By a bear.
Her ass out for me to see has hand prints all the way down like large exclamation points her neck showing the same bruising her inner thighs has hand marks running up and down her legs where my hands pressed into her bite marks litter her chest not enough to break skin but enough to bruise her chest and stomach also piercings just like Gracie for my own amusement. Looking down the avalanche Of her chest into her legs I see the faint glint in the morning light of her clit piercing glistening in the light from faint drips of her arousal aftereffects of last night. The piercing is one I asked for; it enhances the pleasure of the partner by lightly tapping the clit. As I imagine last night once more I feel a rumble in my chest, my body flushing once more with heat as I hear delightful screams of ecstasy before the heat calms.
The small delightful piece of tech something that also is on Grace at my behest. As my eyes drift back to Alex I see Her hair, rich and voluminous, spills over her shoulders, framing her mischievous almond-shaped hazel eyes that glint even in sleep. Long, thick lashes rest lightly on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, full and naturally rosy, as if poised for a teasing smile. Despite her striking beauty, Alexandria carries a boundless joy with her, her playful energy infectious. That manifests in her smile as she sleeps her head resting gently on my chest, her eyes closed but curled at the sides with a signature eye smile. Beneath that exterior lies a touch of neuroticism—an overthinker, constantly seeking the structure and reassurance only I can provide. Clinging to me like a lifeboat in contrast To Grace who clings like a ray of light. Alex More like a man hanging on to a boat with all he has has.
My eyes drift from them as I slowly rise. letting my body drag under its own weight for a moment, my eyes flicking over the room taking it in as i move in front of the mirror looking at myself. My Mind buzzes to life as my eyes flick from place to place. The bed dominates the space, the center of my domain. The warm, earthy tones of dark browns blend with reds and burnt orange with black as the center color, giving the room an untamed, primal atmosphere.
A Bookshelf stands against the wall, not simply filled with books, but with knowledge that has honed my mind. A massive full-length mirror reflects my towering frame, and nearby, a pair of lace panties dangles lazily off the edge of the desk. Grace's panties, a remnant of the night. The rest of Alexandria's clothes and panties thrown into the clothes bin at the edge of the door. Without sparing them a second thought.
I step towards the mirror
Standing before the glass, I take in my own reflection. My body is an entirely different animal in comparison to lesser men. It's powerful, primal, and massive like its carved from stone.
The light brown hue of my skin gleams under the morning light, smooth in some places but interrupted by jagged scars, the permanent reminders of battles won. Across my arms,that hang on by my side like heavy chains or large snakes and immense heavily muscled, covered in intricate tattoos wind down like tribal markings, dark ink mingling with the lines of old wounds.
My traps rising like peaks of mountains reaching out rounding my physique giving me a larger and more intimidating look visible even through clothing. My neck is thick like a tree trunk. My traps are adorned with more tattoos, symbols of power and control etched deep into my skin. Cascading down my back that's rigged and bumpy like a tree laden with many fruits with a prominent tattoo dividing my back in two the tattoo is that of a staff and rounding it off at the top is a quote.
“The Greatest In all Of Creation”
Each line of ink and scar tells a story, a testament to my relentless pursuit of strength. My broad shoulders ripple with muscle like two meaty boulders hanging off my sides. My silhouette is that of a predator, a king and a warrior. A lion standing before its pride—majestic and fearsome.
I pull on my clothes, each motion slow and deliberate. As I dress, the fan’s breeze brushes against the scars on my back, but I relish the sensation, like the wind brushing over a predator's hide. Kneeling to lace my boots, I glance back at Grace, and Alexandria they both remain undisturbed, their bodies seeking each other lacking my warmth, both tangled in the bed.
There's a look of satisfaction in my eyes like a person who has what he wants out of life. But I'm never without my ambition and my endless greed. With that thought I walk out the door.
The hallway beyond radiates life and energy. My penthouse is no longer subdued—it pulses with color and strength. The walls are warm and earthy, deep browns and golds mingling with blacks vibrant deep greens and reds. Paintings of my own creation of mountain scapes and places i've seen the skyline of Dubai in one the horizon over the south pacific ocean. The volcano mount fuji and the inside of it are painted in vibrant reds.
The paintings of beautiful women conquests long forgotten but still remembered. A painting of me embracing Alex and Grace laughing jubilant as I laugh with them. Paintings of friends and moments in their lives All made with a steady hand painted from memory. I smile as I remember these moments. My painting and I keep moving looking at My conquests, my victories and even though rare my defeats and the wrath that came with them.
In the living room, a massive, weathered leather couch sits at the center, flanked by plush rugs that anchor the room in comfort. Dark wooden tables and shelves blend with the lively tones, the entire space a jungle—alive, vibrant, and entirely under my command. This is my kingdom, my lair. Where I reign, dine, and fight—on my terms, always.
Cold air filters through the room through vents unseen keeping to just the tempature I like cool wind brushing against my back. Casting my eyes down as I look at my watch, it's a masterpiece, a beautiful piece Of handcrafted machinery. Its clockwork inside with blue trim in the background gives it a beautiful and vibrant shine in the light, with gold metal on the sides and on the delicate pieces rounding it off with a ruby and a diamond on a thin piece of gold that turns as the hands of the watch.The glass glints drawing attention strapped to my wrist through metal links interlocked.
My clothes are simple a heavy set of black work boots, steel toed and large. Black jogging pants clinging to my massive tree trunk legs and a hoodie over a tank top which hugs my frame tightly. With a black puma hoodie that makes my bulk more immense like a small giant.
As I reach the kitchen which is a large room with an open archway that leads into a sleek wooden countertop with various pots and pans organized on one sides utensils on the other and a large heavy refrigerator I reach in with a practice and slow movement grabbing an energy drink popping it open with practice ease I throw in some pre workout and some protein shake it up and toss it back the cold and sweet drink vanishing in a heartbeat before I'm out the door with my same smooth and slow signature movement the doors closing shut after me locking automatically.
As I walk to the stairs passing the elevator I begin my walk down my phone buzzing notifying me off my door being locked and security measures engaged as I leave.
As I walk down the stars my mind zeros in as a thought comes to mind “What do I desire” and as that thought enters my head swirls around before I grab it and anchor it to a decision. A plan.
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