Conquering the Queen - Part 5

King Casimir wanted you to know everything about him. You were constantly on his mind; he was obsessed with you. And he wanted to conquer you in all of the places that he ruled over.

So one day, he brought you to the throne room.

You were standing there, admiring the grand red chair with gold adorning the armrests. You made a comment about how you would enjoy sitting there by his side as the mother of his children. After this remark, his eyes grew wild with want, and he immediately pushed you over the chair, bending you over the armrest. He ripped down the collar of your dress, exposing your breasts to the air.

“Cas—I mean, My Lord!” you cried out.

“Say my name,” he commanded.

Your eyes widened. “My Lord?”

“No. Say my name. And beg me to fuck you. Do as I command.”

“….Yes, Casimir. Please. Please fuck me. Please put a baby into me.”

He hiked up your skirt all the way up to your waist and rubbed your slick core. You were so wet. So ready for him. So he thrust into you, relishing your moans that echoed off the wall. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours reverberated throughout the chamber. Your stomach coiled and you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming out with pleasure, for god forbid you were caught.

Casimir, of course, didn’t seem to give a damn. He pumped your pussy full of his cum. “Look at that,” he whispered, watching it ooze from your slit down onto the seat of the throne.