Conquering the Queen - Part 4

One day, King Casimir’s attendant rushed in his study and informed him that he needed to hurry. 

“Hurry for what?” Casimir asked.

“You know…” the attendant said, trailing off. He lowered his voice into a whisper. “An heir. The Dowager is demanding if your Queen has yet produced one.” 

Indeed, there seemed to be an increased urgency. News had spread that the ruler of the rival empire had embarked on a quest for heirs of his own.

But if his attendants were trying to ignite a competitive fire in him, there was no need. King Casimir could not stem this insatiable hunger for you. He was thinking about you every hour of the day now, and it felt like his cock was constantly hard, aching at the thought of you. 

“I agree. This must be prioritized,” Casimir said. “So you will permit me to focus on my heir-bearing duties.”

He was all too happy that his servants made room for him to fuck you more often. He wanted to see you as much as possible. He wanted to be with you.

That night, he spent hours making love to you. He explored every last inch of your body. His tongue was on your clit, lapping up your delicious, sweet juices. “You taste incredible,” he whispered to you, again and again as he flicked your sensitive nub with his tongue. You saw sparks behind your eyes as your orgasm washed over you, leaving your legs trembling.

After you’d come, he sent his thick, throbbing manhood into you. It felt so perfect to be filled with him to have your bodies rubbing up against one another like this. It made you scream and beg for more, your walls tightening around him, eager to milk every drop of his royal essence. As he pinched and rubbed your nipples, you couldn’t get enough of that look in his eyes. 

Then, without warning, he pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach. You felt him enter you from behind. His hands were hot on your body as he gripped your hips and pulled you back onto him. You slid onto his dick. The sensation from this new angle was almost too much to bear. He was stretching you, reaching deep within you.

“Gonna go so deep into you to make sure that my cum stays in your womb,” he growled into your ear. 

He started fucking you so roughly that the headboard of the bed banged against the wall with every drive. Your breasts swung with each pump of his hips, and his hands slid down your spine. One hand dug into your flesh as he held you in place, and the other found your clit once more. The added sensation sent you spiraling towards the edge of another orgasm that threatened to shake the very foundations of the castle.

As you felt him spilling his seed within you once again, you felt so satisfied at being marked irrevocably as his own.