Conquering the Queen - Part 10

And so it was that you became the mother of not one, not two, but ten children with King Casimir. The cruelest king in the world, as it turned out, was a rather affectionate father who doted on his daughters and took pride in his sons.
But the cruelest king in the world was most of all the man whose desire for you was never quenched. From day one until present, he was always by your side, as he’d promised so many moons ago. Just a humble librarian though you’d started, you were now fully and wholeheartedly his queen, and he was your king.
That very evening, he was still up to his antics of fucking you in the best, most interesting places possible. After all of the children were gone to bed and the servants had left you to your peace, you met him in front of the royal hearth. When you entered the room, you were surprised to see that he’d built a makeshift bed of furs and velvet pillows. He was already half-naked, his gorgeous body almost ethereal in the firelight.
He untied your bodice, your breasts springing free. He took them into his hands and squeezed them, teased them. He’d told you how much he loved and worshipped you and your body as he stripped away your skirts and your undergarments. His strong, muscular body pressed yours into the soft fur beneath you. His eyes bore into yours, and his hands continued to roam your body, pinching and rolling your nipples.
You could feel the heat of his gaze, and as he entered you, you forgot about everything. Everything except for the fact that here you were, loved, loved fully by this incredible man. He moved inside you, thick and hot and filling you with a the dizzying sensation of being so incredibly full. It was addictive.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own. His strokes grew deeper, more urgent, but the love never left his eyes.
And as you came together, you knew that you had found something more than a king. More than a duty. You were his, and he was yours. You were soulmates.
You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and the two of you fell asleep like that, cuddled up together and warm beneath the blankets and the glow of a fire.
THE END.