Page 84 of Of Brides Of Queens

Yet I was a recent monster and a new queen, so could I do anything? His power could touch me, but could mine touch him?

I released my power, then tilted my head back over the edge of the table to better see his clothing and the blur of his face. Tentatively, I pushed my power outward. I had ballooned my power before but had never defined a shape. See could splinter his power into any number of tiny strands to feather over my patches. He could do one hundred unexpected things in the name of pleasure.

As it was, I managed somewhat of a flat paddle shape. Had my defenses been raised, I might have grimaced, but a nightspent existing as a plaything had lent me confidence, as had this defenseless dawn.

“I have never touched another,” I whispered, and screams had scratched my voice to lend it huskiness.

See stilled. He quit breathing.

I stretched my power to the king. “I am aware of what I wish to do to you. I fantasize like any monster. Since I met you, you have been revealed in dribs and drabs, and each revelation casts me into a wild spiral for more. I would do much to you in time.”

I rubbed the flat of my power up the front of his thigh.

See jerked where he stood over me.His reply was a guttural demand and a plea. “I have dreamed of your touch one thousand times over, maiden, and dream must become nightmare if obsession continues its way with me. Deliver your fantasy without fear. I yearn for the smallest touch from you.”

Inside I purred, for I wished very much to have him plead and flatter me in this way.

“Most of my fantasies cannot be,” I told him. “But more than anything, I fantasize about your fulfillment. I cannot see your face, but there are other sensory delights to enamor.”

His inhales were harsh. He widened his stance in a masculine way that called to my sensual instincts.

Keeping a tight hold on my power, I rubbed the front of his belted trousers. I could feel the resistance of his flesh through my power.Ah, yes. I see how this might go.

See’s urging groan held the rumble of an impending earthquake. I rubbed again, and he dropped to one knee.

I rolled over on the dining table to peer over the edge at him, then smiled, a cat with a mouse. Motivation to unravel him called to me like a siren. “Undo your belt and trousers, sir.”

I did not trust in the finesse of my power to do that.

With one hand, he did so, and then he rose up again. He stood strong, but this king would return to his knees soon enough. I liked him better that way, as he did me.

“Touch me, Perantiqua,” he urged.

Purrantiquaaah.

See squeezed his power between my breasts. Pressed as they were against the table, his power had to open a tight path between them, and once that was achieved, he surged and retreated his power in rhythm.

I did not give him what he had demanded.

“Can you feel pleasure through your power?” I asked, staring at the area he had revealed by undoing his belt. If only I could make out more detail.

“I cannot. I find pleasure in knowing that I do it. To you.” He broke off with a ragged exhale as I drew the flat of my power against where I felt his cock to be.

I could feel the weight of it, and the outline, but I felt particularly cheated the sight of his cock eluded me. While I wished to see his face most, I had just learned this part was a close second.

I curled my power around the lengthy weight to form somewhat of a ring, carefully attuned to the feel of his flesh. I did not wish to misstep and lose the powerful feeling of seductress.

See stayed upright. His shoulders shook, but the king remained standing, still pulsing his power between my breasts.Standing.

I moved the ring of my power up and down his cock.

See hissed and dropped to one knee again.

“Better,” I purred, and then I set a cruel, torturous sliding pace. He was often not in a rush when I wanted him to be.

He had denied me.

He had made me wait in writhing desperation.

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