My s. Queen half 1

Title: “My S. Queen: Part 1 – The Gaze that Devours”
By Lekkie69

It was a sweltering summer season day in Warsaw, and King Jan, a regal determine resplendent in his royal robes, sat upon his throne within the opulent palace. The solar’s rays streamed by way of the grand home windows, casting a heat glow upon the polished marble flooring. Yet, the king’s thoughts was elsewhere, his ideas consumed by a single, all-consuming need.

Suddenly, the ornate doorways to the throne room swung open with a powerful growth. There stood Kasia, the king’s private maidservant, her curvaceous determine barely constrained by the tight, revealing corset and lacy stockings that had been her uniform. Her fiery purple hair cascaded over her shoulders in lush curls, and her emerald inexperienced eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam.

“Your Majesty,” Kasia purred, sauntering in the direction of the throne, her hips swaying hypnotically with every step. “I’ve come to tend to your needs.”

King Jan’s breath caught in his throat as he beheld her, his trousers tightening unbearably. “Is that so?” he managed to rasp, his voice thick with need.

Kasia descended the steps of the dais, her plump, glistening lips curled right into a hungry smile. “Indeed, Your Grace,” she whispered, her breath scorching towards his ear. “And I know exactly what you desire.”

With a depraved grin, Kasia sank to her knees earlier than the king, her fingers deftly unfastening his breeches. The king groaned as his member sprang free, engorged and throbbing with want. Kasia’s tongue darted out to lick her lips, and he or she shot the king a smoldering look earlier than taking him into her mouth.

“Oh, sweet Christ,” the king gasped, his head falling again towards the throne as Kasia’s expert mouth labored its magic. Her velvet tongue swirled round his shaft, teasing him mercilessly, as her hand pumped his shaft in a gradual rhythm. The king’s arms flew to her hair, fisting the fiery strands as he thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with wild abandon.

Kasia took him deep, her throat constricting round his girth, gagging on his size. She held him there, eyes watering, reveling within the energy she held over him. The king appeared down at her, his eyes blazing with lust and domination. He slammed into her mouth repeatedly, grunting like a beast, his balls slapping towards her chin.

Just because the king thought he may take no extra, Kasia pulled away, gasping for breath. A path of saliva linked her lush lips to his glistening cock. “I want you inside me, Your Majesty,” she breathed, her emerald eyes half-lidded with need. “I need to feel you fill me, to stretch me to my limits.”

The king, his member pulsing with want, surged to his ft and seized Kasia by the waist. He lifted her simply, and he or she wrapped her legs round his waist, neither of them caring concerning the sheer finery of his royal robes. He carried her to the grand home windows, urgent her towards the chilly glass.

Kasia gasped, the nippiness of the pane towards her overheated pores and skin sending a shiver down her backbone. Her nipples stiffened into exhausting, aching factors because the king tore open her corset, releasing her ample breasts. He bent his head, taking one rosy nipple between his tooth, biting down simply exhausting sufficient to make her moan.

“Yes, curse you,” Kasia panted, arching her again to press her breast extra absolutely into his mouth. “Harder!”

The king obliged, sucking and biting her nipples till they had been reddened and uncooked. His hand slid up her creamy thigh, pushing her soaked panties apart to plunge two fingers into her dripping heart. Kasia cried out, her head thudding again towards the glass as she floor herself towards his hand.

“Please,” she keened, “I need your cock. Fill me with your seed.”

The king growled low in his throat, a primal sound of starvation and lust. He ripped away her flimsy undergarments, tossing the scrap of lace apart. Then, with one highly effective thrust, he sheathed himself inside her.

“Fuck!” Kasia wailed, her nails raking down the king’s again. “So big, so hard,” she babbled, her breath coming in harsh pants. The king set a brutal tempo, pounding into her prepared physique, the sound of pores and skin slapping towards pores and skin echoing obscenely within the throne room.

Kasia’s legs tightened round his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper. The king complied, his hips snapping ahead with all of the pressure of his highly effective thighs. He kissed her then, a searing, bruising kiss that robbed her of breath. His tongue plundered her mouth, swallowing her cries as he fucked her more durable, quicker, his cock hitting that secret spot inside her that made her see stars.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kasia chanted, misplaced within the haze of enjoyment. “Fill me, Your Majesty. Give me your seed, your essence. I want to bear your royal heir!”

The king threw his head again with a roar, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Kasia screamed, her physique shaking as she climaxed round him, milking him for each final drop. They collapsed collectively towards the glass, each panting and spent, their sweat-slicked pores and skin pressed collectively.

As the king slowly withdrew from her, a depraved thought crossed his thoughts. “This may be the first of many conquests, my little queen,” he murmured, a salacious grin spreading throughout his face. “For I have many more demands to make of you.”

Kasia merely laughed, a throaty, sensual sound that promised pleasures untold. “As you wish, my king. I am your servant, bound to fulfill your every desire. And God help me, I’ll revel in every sinful second.”

And so, their torrid affair started, a scorching, forbidden coupling that might set the palace and the dominion aflame. For the king and his maidservant had many extra fantasies to satisfy, many extra naughty delights to discover. The throne room would by no means be the identical, eternally tainted by their unbridled lust. And the residents of Warsaw would whisper and gossip, their heads stuffed with scandalous tales of the royal bedchamber. But for now, the king and his mistress would revel of their depravity, their ardour realizing no bounds. May God have mercy on their depraved souls.

THE END

(till Part 2, that’s…)