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"I am tempted only by you, my Queen," he answered with sincerity, his eyes on hers again, validating the truth of his bold assertion.
"Come here," she heard herself reply impulsively, against the knowledge that she should make him suffer. But the fire seethed within her, unrelenting, yearning to feel his skin, to shiver under his touch. Henry parted the canopy and raised himself up on the bed, kneeling by the Queen on Lillith's side without interrupting her chambermaids' passionate rhythm. His eyes swept over her body like a silky caress, locking his hands behind his back to prevent himself from touching her.
The Queen couldn't stop herself, reaching out to squeeze Henry's organ, making him groan deeply, then released him. She drew much power from his primeval reaction to her touch, and he was gazing at her with unprecedented reverence. Right now, she was the only one able to allay his torment.
"May I kiss you, My Queen?" he asked, speaking without being bidden to do so. She was tempted to slap his erection again, but felt it would detract from her pleasure, and he was gazing at her with unprecedented reverence. So she let Henry press his lips against hers, making her breath catch in her throat at the shocking softness of his mouth, his kiss urgent yet submissive. The Queen breathed in Henry's virile musk, overwhelmed by his proximity, his thickness grazing the bare skin of her torso.
Lillith and Madeleine lapped at Her Majesty's slick folds while reaching between each other's legs, the three of them moaning together. The Queen guided Henry's hands onto her body, feeling herself liquefy beneath the heat of his touch. He gazed at her from beneath his thick lashes, cupping her heavy breasts, softly pinching her nipples, kissing her tenderly. Her chambermaids' touches and Henry's adoration compounding the tension within her loins. Lillith and Madeleine seemed to feel the Queen's muscles tense up and tongued her faster. Her eyes fluttered shut but she forced them open, staring at Henry, who was moaning as if she was touching him, his eyes intent on her. It was all too much to bear, and the Queen could no longer wait, dissolving into a series of spasms that seemed to shake the entire canopy bed. Within seconds of her orgasm, Henry suddenly lost control, his white fluids spurting from his penis onto the Queen's breasts and belly.
Madeleine and Lillith lapped at her nectar, then pulled away to kiss each other at length before turning back to the Queen with a smile, their lips shining lightly with her wetness. When they noticed the white puddles on the Queen's skin, the chambermaids immediately brought their lips to their Majesty's breasts, cleaning Henry's juices from her flesh. The Queen allowed this, but Henry did not move, staring at the Queen with an expression resembling shame.
"Come here, my darlings," the Queen said affectionately to her chambermaids once they had finished their task, kissing each of them in turn, tasting the particular sweetness of her own nectar combined with Henry's juices. "You are free to go back to your private quarters now."
"Thank you, my Queen," they both said, dressing quickly and leaving her bedchambers, closing the door behind them with one final, questioning glance at Henry.
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