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"Girls, I would love to watch you please each other," the Queen said with a sly smile. When she'd first caught her chambermaids in a lusty entanglement of limbs, she'd asked only for one thing-- that they allow her to watch at her request. Tonight, she wanted them to help her torment Henry.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," the girls chimed, then grinned and reached towards each other, embracing, Madeleine's ruby lips covering Lillith's pale pink ones, both emitting low sighs of contentment, wasting no time in undressing each other.
Henry twitched next to her, clasping his hands tightly behind his back. The Queen cast a glance at his perfectly taut buttocks, then reached out and sharply smacked each luscious side in turn, just because she could. Henry flinched but regained his composure, trying to focus on the girls, now naked amid a pile of their clothes on the floor. Madeleine lay on the ground with Lillith's rounded bottom in her face as she straddled Madeleine's shoulders.
"They are breathtaking, aren't they?" the Queen said, referring to the girls.
"Not as beautiful as you, My Queen," he hazarded, stealing a fleeting sideways glance at her and bracing himself for another one of her blows, but none came. Instead, she smiled, despite her attempts at seriousness. Henry had a lot of charm, that was certain. She predicted that the strength of his character would emerge a hundredfold when he encountered the tasks that lay in wait for him. The Queen had to admit she had always felt a disquieting chemistry with Henry. But this was a most unusual circumstance, seeing him at his most vulnerable, and in a unique position to exploit his fears and push his limits. The Queen was overwhelmed with a desire both to punish him and ravage him at the same time.
Lillith and Madeleine's tongues lapped at each other's most sensitive spots, their moans muted, drawing pleasure from the other. The Queen sighed and stood from the edge of the bed, Henry watching her with wide eyes. She bent slightly over Lillith's lithe body and traced her hand over the smoothness of the girl's pale, ripe flesh. Her Majesty slipped two fingers into Lillith's tight opening, making the girl groan, then gave her buttocks several resounding smacks. Lillith lifted her hips up closer to the Queen, accepting Her Majesty's firm blows with pleasure.
The Queen watched Henry, standing with his lips parted, his chest heaving noticeably, his thick masculinity visibly distressed. Madeleine's tongue moved up from Lillith's clitoris to lick the Queen's fingers as they slid in and out of Lillith. For one glorious moment, Lillith lifted her face from Madeleine's honey-pot, her face contorting into a most ravishing display of bliss as she released a long, low moan, tightening around the Queen's fingers as her body quivered. Madeleine licked up the nectar dripping from Lillith's opening and sucked the sweetness from the Queen's hand.
Still in the throes, Lillith buried her mouth in Madeleine's femininity. The Queen bent down to pinch Madeleine's nipples, while Lillith's fingers delved into her, pumping faster until Madeleine all but screamed, her cream coating Lillith's lips and fingertips. When Her Majesty looked back at Henry, he was almost seething, the frank, smoldering sexuality in his eyes making the Queen's arousal take on a reckless edge. Part of her wanted Henry to feel as tormented as she herself was, but needed to prolong his punishment.
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