Conquering the Queen - Part 2

Though King Casimir was a busy man and was constantly plotting domination over his empire, all day, he was surprised to find himself distracted - filled only with thoughts of you. 

He couldn't stop thinking about how you'd bared your pussy to him the night before on your wedding bed, your legs spread wide, ass up in the air, eager to take his cock. How it sounded when he'd inserted it, and how good the friction of your walls felt against his dick. Most of all, how you'd looked back at him with your cheeks flushed and eyes wide, moaning in absolute pleasure. 

King Casimir was never one for the pleasures of the flesh, yet you had made him positively obsessed. He needed to get it out of his system. 

Thus, when he finished his morning tasks, he went to find you. You were in the library - your happy place. You'd been granted permission to remain and use it as long as you wished. He watched you as you stood on your tiptoes and reached for a book, and he noticed how this made the folds of your dress curve around your ass. 

“What are you reading?” he asked you. 

You tilted your head, a bit taken aback that he would make such conversation. “This.” You held it up. “It’s one of the greatest classics of all time.”

He nodded. “She was quite a fine author. One of the finest.”

This startled you. “You think so?” This made your heart soar, for this book was indeed, in your estimation, one of the best ever written. 

The two of you spoke of the book and poetry for a bit, and you were surprised to realize that you were quite enjoying the conversation. He was very knowledgeable when it came to literature. But not only that, it seemed he actually enjoyed it too. 

“I would like to spend more time in this library,” he remarked, corner of his mouth tipping up slightly. It lent a playful and (dare you say) sexy air to his smirk.

“Would you?” you said, smirking back. “You would want to spend more time in this library, with me?”

“Oh yes.”

And in that moment, the coiled-up tension sprung forth. The handsome king suddenly had wound his muscular, tanned arms around your waist. When you turned your head, he caught your mouth in a deep kiss, and you felt his hard dick up against your ass. He started grinding on you. God, it felt so good. 

He hitched up the fabric of your skirt and took you right there. He grasped onto your breast as he pumped in and out of you, filling your pussy with pure bliss. Every nerve ending was screaming with pleasure as you felt the ridges of his cock rub along your walls. He fucked you up against that bookcase vigorously, causing the shelves to shake. 

"My Lord--" you gasped, feeling heat building up in the pit of your stomach. 

"Yes. I’m gonna fuck you here as much as I want. Gonna have you bear my children here,” he growled into your ear. 

Your combined panting filled the air until finally the dam burst. You couldn't suppress your guttural moans. And right after your wave of bliss peaked, you felt his do so as well, warmth pooling in your stomach as his cum leaked into your vagina. 

He stayed there in you for a long while, basking in the bliss of the feeling of you, hands caressing your skin, kissing your cheek and neck. You never realized the King was so affectionate, but damn, did it feel so right.