Conquering the Queen - Part 6

After the throne room, King Casimir escalated his lovemaking in more exotic locations than outside the bedroom. He took you everywhere he was going, and silenced any guards or attendants that questioned why you were always with him. If you weren’t pregnant yet, Casimir was going to make absolute sure that you were pregnant now. 

“I’m going to fuck you in every single room in this goddamn castle,” he told you, just to make sure that you and anyone else within earshot fully understood.

You’d learned that when King Casimir said he’d do something, he would absolutely go through with it.

He fucked you in the dining hall. After all the servants had served up the meals, he dismissed them. They’d hardly left the room when he’d pushed you onto the grand table. Dishes and cutlery clattered to the floor as you spread your legs for him. He feasted on you as if you were the banquet. And when he slammed into you, the plates rattled, and the goblets spilled their wine. 

He fucked you in the stables, even with the scent of horses and straw thick in the air. Mounting you was like mounting one of his prized stallions. Lying down on a bed of straw, your legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed into you from above. Your nails dug into his back as he fucked you. It was raw, primal. It made you both feel so alive.

He fucked you in the gardens. He laid you down on the soft grass near a bed of fragrant flowers, and he spooned you with his arms wrapped around you, but his dick very, very hard. He inserted himself into you as he whispered more sweet nothings into your ear.

He fucked you in the armory. He pressed you against a wooden bench, your breasts against the wall, and took you from behind.

And he fucked you in the solarium, right up against a glass window for everyone to see your breasts. 

King Casimir’s lust for you knew no bounds. And as you lay entwined on the cold stone floor, your hearts racing, you whispered to him, your voice a seductive promise. “I will give you what you seek, my king. My Casimir. An heir, a legacy, every drop of pleasure you desire.” His cum was still warm between your thighs, and your head was filled with nothing but thoughts of bliss.

King Casimir looked at you, his eyes filled with something close to affection. He reached out and cupped your cheek. “You are mine. Body and soul. I want you.”

He leaned in to kiss you, and your mouths moved in perfect harmony with one another. You felt so good in his arms. And little did you know it, but there was a little bundle of life forming within you, testament to your promise made only moments earlier…