Page 85 of Of Brides Of Queens

I dragged the ring up and down his length. He enjoyed when my power descended to the base and bounced on the weights under his cock. I pushed a small wisp of my power to stroke over them, and delighted in a king’s menacing curse.

He liked that a lot.

See pressed his power into my mouth and dove to the back of my throat. I understood soon enough that he wanted me to cough and choke. Midnight had shown me that he especially liked when saliva built up and then had nowhere to run except over my chin and breasts.

I did this for him now, all the better to unravel him. I wanted to witness his fulfillment.

I abandoned my recline and rose on my knees on the dining table. I rested back on my heels, and his power spread my knees wide. Though my position change had robbed him of fucking my breasts, he seemed eager enough to switch to circling my ass.

“You want to try that, don’t you?” I asked.

See was a trembling, kneeling thing. He didn’t answer.

I stopped moving my power up and down his length.

“Do not stop?—”

“I asked you a question.” The rush was undeniable. How did he leash his seductor? Because he had spent all night making me his creature while never pushing me too far—and him a partly mad claiming king. I could feel that See was already mine, but I greatly wished to deny him so that he might kneel and crawl at my command always.

My seductress wanted him in chains, and she was very convincing.

My inhale shook out of me.

His power circled my ass again. “I will fill all parts of you, yes. Then I shall fight for eternity to the last that fills all parts of you.”

See struggled with his seductor as I did with my seductress. There was a fitting balance there.

“You cannot explore that tonight,” I replied.

I stroked him again. Lazy. Torturous. While my sight of him was bitterly unclear, I could feel his hardness more and more. I could smell his sweat and hear his delightful torment.

King See was bursting.

And all for the simple strokes of my power, nothing more. If only he knew of my other fantasies.

See’s shaking intensified. I could feel the roar in him, and I moaned low as his state affected mine. I could not hold back from slipping my fingers between my folds and circling.

His cock swelled when he looked up, and the sight of me pleasuring myself was his undoing. But no sooner did I feel him unraveling, than I understood the enormous danger of my proximity to him.

See had fathomed this sooner than I.

He blurred away so quickly that my eyes could not track him, though my ears were filled with his ground-shaking groan.

King See rested his large white hand against the archway, shoulders heaving and neck craned as he roared his fulfillment and shook the very world. His undoing fueled my own, and I sighed through my climax, blinded by lust at the sight of him.

Greater than my most elicit fantasy.

King See came unraveled wondrously. His roar went on, as did his shakes, and only as the soft wave of my pleasure receded did his magnificent unraveling quieten into panted breaths.

The world must have shattered for that was the trembling feeling of undoing this immortal monster. He had given over with abandon as I had.

He had fallen to one knee and confessed his desires to fill me first and last.

He had also recalled my nearness in the frenzy of pleasure, and if he had not, I might have been forced into ancient slumber.

Queendom had changed King See, and yet in the depths of what we just shared, and at the height of his lust, he had protected me.

“Maiden,” he said hoarsely. “You have given me great pleasure this night.”

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