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"Henry," the Queen moaned, making him twitch inside of her. He thrust himself deeper into her, now buried to the hilt within her fount, pausing to admire her regal beauty. Then he rose on his knees and lifted her hips up to his, pushing into her over and over again, trying desperately to control his pace, not wanting to disappoint her, but exceedingly whelmed by her and the feral look in his eyes.
"My Queen," Henry groaned possessively, wanting to lose himself within her as her every moan caressed his ears and urged him on. She mounted him like she would her stallion, her thighs split on either side of him, grinding into him, her wetness easing the glide. Her sumptuous breasts bounced slightly as he held her closer, a sheer inferno rising impossibly quickly inside of him, testing his inner strength.
Henry witnessed the delicate changes in the Queen's fair features, her full lips parting in a sigh, her chest heaving with her uneven breaths. Her long hair fell into her face and onto Henry's chest as she rode him, her fingers digging into his taut torso, her sonorous moans intoxicating him. He watched The Queen's brilliant blue eyes flash suddenly, her head falling back. They gripped each other tightly as she shuddered atop his body, each of her quivers and every droplet of her honey made Henry want to fully ravish, possess, devour her, over and over again.
As she panted for breath, he lifted her off of him, noting how slick his organ had become. He placed her belly-down on the bed, propping her up against many cushions. He lowered his face to her dripping opening and tasted her before kneeling between her legs, cupping her full buttocks, and pushed himself inside her again with a groan.
The Queen cried out again, pressing her face into the pillows. Henry wiped off the sheen of sweat that had formed on his brow, trying to restrain himself from breaking her apart with his ardent need and vigorous thrusts. He dove into her, each of his long strokes making him more exhilarated than the last. The Queen's moans deepened again, and she reached behind her to make contact with his flesh. Instead, he brought her up on her knees, his arm winding around her lissome midsection, pulling her back against his torso, pressing his lips into her neck to inhale her provocative scent.
Her Majesty's long hair spilled over his chest, but he pulled it back, turning her face to his, and kissed her full on the mouth as his hips pushed into her mercilessly. He felt powerful, but also spinning out of control, his mind clouding over.
"Oh, Henry!" she cried out, his hips now slamming wildly into her flanks, the sound resonating throughout the chamber. He felt her begin to quiver, tightening around him again and pushed harder and deeper, until he was certain he'd drawn out all of her tension. Then he melted within her, a groan surfacing from his depths, grabbing her tightly, almost savagely, as he fell apart within her.
Then they lay together in silence, side by side, looking at each other, the ghost of a smile on The Queen's face. Would she send him away to his cell now that she'd gotten what she wanted? Or did she realize, as he did, that they were more than Queen and initiate? Whatever the case, Her Majesty would do with him as she pleased, and he couldn't stop her. At least, for those few moments of bliss, he had felt complete. Even if she didn't know she belonged to him, he had shown her that he belonged to her.
But there was still much time left in their initiation, and Henry feared that other knights-to-be to might take such liberties with her. He pulled her closer territorially, and her head nestled into his shoulder almost naturally. As he drifted off to sleep with The Queen, he knew he would never be satisfied just being one of the Queen's men. He wanted-- no, needed-- to have her all to himself. And if that meant he had to submit to more punishment and humiliation than any other initiate to prove his worth to her, he would do so, with pleasure...
Read more of my short erotic stories , and stay tuned for Part III of All The Queen's Men.
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