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Ivy smirked as she pulled the second wrist restraint tight, making sure that her toy had both of his hands secured firmly behind his back. She did so enjoy her work. It was delightful the faces the king made when she stripped him down and began to bind his limbs together. The way he groaned softly in pleasure as her fingers traced along his limbs made her tingle. Her deeply tanned skin contrasted so nicely with his pale, sunless features. As her fingers traced down his spine, goosebumps were rising up on his arms and shoulders.
“Are you ready for another session, my king?” Ivy whispered into his ear.
“Yes, Mistress Ivy,” The king said, his excitement barely contained in his voice.
Her hand came down across his ass in a whip-crack of a spank. “What would your subjects think of you like this?”
He hissed between his teeth. “I imagine they would think lesser of me,” He admitted, his member already throbbing between his legs.
“Not only submitting to a woman but an elf?” Ivy laughed softly, her hand coming down onto his ass once more. “You speak so highly of human’s being the greatest yet here you are, under my foot.”
Before the king could speak, Ivy planted her foot between his shoulder blades and drove him down into the plush carpet floor. Grinding her heel into his back to keep him down, she looked at him while shaking her head.
“Pathetic,” She said. “Maybe I should be the one to wear your holy crown instead of you.” He could only groan softly, finding it difficult to speak as she put some of her weight into his back. “I seem to be much more adept at being in power than you.” The king groaned out softly again. She knew this metaphorical undressing of his power was only turning him on further.
“You,” The king gasped. “Little bi-”
Ivy’s foot came down hard onto his back, driving the air out of his lungs. “Now, now, now, my king. You shouldn’t let such foul words spill from between your lips. Such language is unbecoming of such a powerful royal.” She reached down, grabbing him by his short, grey hair and started to pull him towards the bed. “For that, I’m going to have to punish you. Severely.”
The king groaned in pain as he Ivy forced him back up to his knees. He was breathing hard already. His cock had not lost any potency as he was forced to waddle on his knees to the edge of the bed. Ivy sat down on the bed and easily pulled the king over her lap. Her thighs clamped down, trapped his cock between her smooth, dark legs and presenting his backside to her left hand.
“Naughty,” She simply said as her hand came down in a blur, striking him hard across both ass cheeks once more. His skin was beginning to turn the softest pinks already. He bucked his hips forward, sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs. “Very naughty.” She said as she struck his rear once more with a vicious hand.
He moaned and whimpered as he was spanked over her lap, treated as if he were naught more than a misbehaving servant. Her hand repeatedly came down across his ass and his thighs a few times, spreading the stinging slaps over his pale skin. His hips never stopped bucking, tucking his cock between her thighs and bringing him pleasure each time her hand reprimanded him. A dozen spanks in total were delivered to his ass and four more across his thighs. His skin burned a bright red and his mewling of pain only served to make Ivy smile.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Ivy said, letting the words roll off her tongue in a husky whisper.
The king took a moment to compose himself before shaking his head. “No.” He said. “I have not.”
Ivy’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “Then it seems we need to discipline you further.” She said, flipping the king onto his back.
He groaned out harshly as the stinging skin of his backside made contact with the soft, silken sheets. Ivy stood up, towering over the royal. Her thighs were wet, from a combination of her own arousal and the aroused leakings of the man in front of her. His cock stood proud from his groin, the cut crown of it already turning a soft shade of purple, begging to be touched. Below his shaft, a set of balls rested on the sheets, covered in a few stray, wiry grey hairs. She reached down, cupping his balls between her fingers before she began to squeeze.
The king’s eyes snapped open in surprise as he looked up at her. His body was tensing up as he tried to squirm away.
Ivy shook her head. “Oh no. You aren’t going anyway.” She dug her nails into his exposed balls for a moment, making him cry out in pain. “You desired to be taught a lesson and teach I shall.” She kept up the heavy pressure on his balls, rolling them firmly between her fingers. “Even if it takes all day.”
Her fingers squeezed his nuts between her fingers tightly before relieving some of the pressure to give him a moment’s respite. She tugged firmly on his sack, stretching it out and making him groan even harder. Ivy’s hand came down and slapped hard against his throbbing cock. Precum was sent flying from the tip of his member across his own stomach and chest. She slapped his member twice more, making him whimper softly from the painful strikes as she glared down at him. Her nails raked against his sack once more, causing him to cry out softly.
“Don’t make too much noise, now,” Ivy said. “You don’t want the whole castle to hear you being treated like my plaything, do you? Or maybe that would turn you on even more?” She gave the base of his cock a hard squeeze. “You wouldn’t be able to look any of the chambermaids or guards in the eye after they hear what a pathetic whimpering sod you can be.”
He tried to speak to rebuke her claim, only to get another firm slap across the cock. His protest turned to a meaningless groan of frustration and pain. Ivy ran the tip of her finger carefully from the tip of his cock, slowly down the bottom of his shaft and all the way to his balls before trailing back up again. As she reached his balls, she gave them a firm slap as well. The king was writhing in pain. Yet, Ivy saw that his cock was impossibly hard. She smiled to herself as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it.
“You are far too easy to play with,” Ivy said, her fingers trailing lightly up and down his shaft. “A few restraints and hitting the right places and you are mine to toy with.” She trailed her tongue over her lips. “Go on. Try and say I’m wrong. See what happens.
The king let out another groan of pleasured frustration. His eyes were shut, lips open as he panted softly. Precum was leaking quickly from his shaft and getting onto Ivy’s hand as she toyed with him. Shaking her head, she brought up her other hand to grip his balls between her fingers. While his balls were in the tight grasp between her fingers, she kept slowly, teasingly stroking his member to give him just the slightest bit of stimulation on his cock. It had been many months since the two of them began this ‘arrangement’ for her time within the castle. In that time, she had learned much of how his body reacted to every little bit of stimulation. It was always a delight to discover new ways. She intended to see just how far she could push him today.
“My king,” Ivy whispered, her voice becoming so much more tender, the tip of her index finger trailing in circles around the tip of his member. “How is your body feeling? Do you require some rest before we continue?”
He shook his head. “No. I will endure,” He panted, hot sweat rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at her.
Ivy leaned in, placing a kiss over where some of his precum had landed on his chest when she slapped his cock. “Mmm,” She moaned, licking it off of him. “Then I am going to enjoy taking this further.”
Before he could ask what she meant, Ivy pulled something he had never seen before from within her robes. At first, he thought it was a key of some kind with a small, circular ring at the base and a slender staff. There were no teeth to the object though, simply a smooth and narrow rod that jutted out from it. He cocked his head to the side, uncertain of what she could possible use that for. Ivy took the device and slipped the slender rob between her lips. She sucked on, letting her tongue lavish it with attention that the king would never feel in her mouth. Once the metal rod was coated with saliva, she slipped it out along her tongue and knelt between his legs.
“You may feel some pressure,” Ivy warned as the wet tip of the rod began to circle around the head of his throbbing member.
His eyes went wide. Everything became clear to him in that moment when he realized what she was going to do with that narrow rod.
“No!” The king shouted. “Do not stick tha-”
Ivy had already begun to slide the lubricated metal rod into his urethra. He let out a deep groan of discomfort as he felt the metal spread open his cock and feel something solid inside of it for the first time. Precum was forced out from his member as the rod was pushed in, sliding deeper and deeper. His cock throbbed, precum rolling down his shaft in thick strings. Ivy held the base of his member with her free hand to keep him steady. She watched, giggling softly to herself as the rod slid deeper and deeper until the round handle of device rested snugly against the tip of his cock.
“That’s five inches of solid steel buried inside of your member,” Ivy said, the hand holding his cock beginning to stroke him ever so lightly. “You aren’t going to be able to cum anytime soon.”
“Take it out,” The king panted, his face absolutely drenched in sweat now. “Please, take it out. It feels so strange.”
“Not a chance,” Ivy said, giving the base of his cock a firm grasp before allowing her fingers to trail up along his shaft once more. “I think I’m going to keep you like this. All afternoon. Then maybe I’ll remove the rod and let you cum. Or maybe I’ll just torture your cock for a few more hours.”
The king grunted in frustration, trying to pull himself free of the restraints that held his wrists behind his back. Ivy took her time, carefully running the tips of her fingers along the length of his throbbing, denied shaft. She knew that no matter how much she stimulated him, achieving an orgasm would be impossible. That didn’t mean she felt like overwhelming him with pleasure. Just the opposite. Her fingers kept trailing his member, humming softly under her breath. Every now and then, she would lick the leaking precum from around the round handle of the device, enjoying his taste. From the sounds of the king, he couldn’t decide if he was hating the sensation or loving it beyond reproach.
Bending her head down, Ivy would let her tongue trace gently over his swollen sack. Her kisses brought deeper groans of pleasure from the king, his cock throbbing wildly in her hand. Taking his left ball between her lips, she suckled on it slowly until it was popped between her lips. Gently, her tongue rolled it around in her mouth, pushing it up against the roof of her mouth and against the insides of her cheeks. Once it was coated in a fine layer of saliva, she let it slip out from her mouth before moving to the left one. This one she treated more roughly. She sucked it hard into her mouth and tugged on it with her lips for a moment. Then, she rolled it between her teeth on the right side and gently applied pressure. The king whimpered as he felt her pressing her teeth to his vulnerable ball, rolling it gently so he felt every little ridge. She went no further, letting his ball slip out with one last wet kiss.
Standing back up, Ivy saw that there was a delirious look on the face of the king. Perhaps playing with his balls like that had been just a little bit too much for him to handle. His eyes were glazed with lust, his member throbbing hungrily for attention that it would get soon enough. But then there was a knock on the door to the king’s bedchambers.
“My king!” A deep, masculine voice called from behind the doors. “Are you well? There was a servant who heard some shouting coming from within.”
Ivy’s devious mind reeled with possibilities in just a few moments. Winking down at the king, she strut over to the doors, her heels clicking against the stone floor. Carefully, she cracked the door open. Two of the king’s guards stood there, hands resting on the swords that hung from their hips. They were handsome men by the names of Gilroy and Thaddeus. Gilroy was a man of middling years with a grey beard but a bit rotund across the midsection. Thaddeus was perhaps half his age, in his early twenties with broad shoulders and a sharp face. Ivy smiled to them both. She had no doubts they knew of the king’s mistress. What exactly the king did with his mistress was left only to rumors.
“Oh my,” Ivy said, putting on a softer, surprised tone. “Shouting? I do not know what you mean.”
“One of the servants was passing when she heard it,” Gilroy said, looking down at Ivy with suspicion. “Is everything alright in there?”
“Of course,” Ivy said, parting the door slightly more. “Myself and the king were just discussing… firm business.”
“May we enter and make sure all is well?” Thaddeus pressed.
“If you so desire,” Ivy said as she stepped aside.
The two guards entered the room and it took a moment for them to realize the state that the king was in. Ivy quickly shut and locked the door behind her. The king was still in a daze on his back, breathing hard, his eyes glazed with his own lust. His member kept throbbing wildly, pressure tight within his groin with the rod deep inside of his cock. Gilroy and Thaddeus looked at him with shock.
“My king?” Gilroy questioned.
Thaddeus turned on Ivy with fury on his face. “What have you done with the king?”
“Nothing that he did not desire,” Ivy said, walking over to the bed slowly. “I know you both have heard the rumors. Of the king’s more decadent desires. I am the one who helps him fulfill those desires. His want for pain and pleasure in equal parts.” She laughed, reaching down and giving the king’s balls a firm squeeze. “The queen is the one who hired me to keep her deviant husband sated.”
The king finally came around and seemed to gain a better understanding of what was happening. His eyes went wide as he saw two of his most loyal men standing over him.
“It’s not what it looks like!” The king said in a panic.
“Are you sure about that?” Ivy said, giving his balls another firm squeeze again, making him groan out hard.
Releasing his sack, Ivy walked around the bed back towards the two guards. Running her fingers over her lips, she smiled slyly at the two of them.
“Your king, however,” Ivy said, letting the words purr out from her throat. “Cannot perform satisfyingly in bed. He can barely last a few moments within the depths of a woman before he spills himself within them. Instead, he has told me in the heat of his own arousal that he desires to watch men who can pleasure a woman. He has never done so. Would you two desire to help your king fulfill this private fantasy of his?”
Gilroy and Thaddeus were further caught off guard. What didn’t help was Ivy beginning to strip for them. The purple, silken robes fell to the floor behind her, exposing the white lacy panties that she wore underneath. Her breasts were adorned with silver rings pierced through her nipples, gently swinging with each of her steps. Both Gilroy and Thaddeus gawked, their eyes going wide as she approached them. Leaving herself in her underwear, she rested a hand on each of their chests. Her fingers stroked through the heavy tunics that they wore, feeling the firm muscle buried beneath the wool.
“Would you be my knights in shining armor this day?” Ivy’s voice lowered to a softer tone. “Aid me and your king in fulfilling his desires?”
The two guards looked at each other with uncertainty. From the bed, the king was silent, looking at them curiously, wondering what they would decide to do.
“My king?” Thaddeus said. “Is this truly something that you would desire?”
“If this… is what you want,” Gilroy followed up. “Then perhaps we would keep our tongues still on this matter.”
“I do,” The king said, sliding off of the bed and getting onto his knees. “I want to see both of you take my mistress and give her the pleasure that I could not.”
Gilroy and Thaddeus nodded to the orders that were given to them by their liege. Together, they began to unbuckle their sword belts and carefully drape them over nearby furniture. Ivy was giddy, running her fingers over her hard nipples and toying with her piercings as she watched the two men. The men’s desire was evident on their faces as they examined her body without reservation. With their sword belts removed, they made quick work of their boots and their tunics, exposing their bare torsos to Ivy. Her hands returned to their chests, trailing over the hair along their nipples. Both men stippled their own groans of pleasure as they finally lowered their pants and exposed their members to Ivy.
Gilroy’s cock was the smaller of the two, perhaps by two inches but his shaft was quite thick from the tip to the base. Meanwhile Thaddeus’ member was slender, veiny and long. Their cocks were already starting to rise to attention just by Ivy’s slightest touches and her closeness to them.
“Mmm,” Ivy moaned softly, sliding down to her knees between the men. “Such impressive members. Much more than your king.” She reached for both of their cocks, tenderly taking them into her hands and starting to stroke them to full hardness.
Both of the men moaned gently as she began to toy with their manhoods. Her grasp was much more pleasurable than how she treated the king. She sought to actually bring them pleasure over torturing their cocks. Smiling up at them both, she leaned in and kissed Gilroy’s cock head just under the tip before doing the same for Thaddeus. Both men seemed caught off guard, panting already.
“Have either of you been pleasured by a woman this way before?” Ivy inquired.
Gilroy shook his head while Thaddeus nodded. Ivy couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to face Gilroy’s cock.
“Then allow me to introduce you to a world of new pleasures, sir,” Ivy said before wrapping her lips wrap around the head of Gilroy’s cockhead.
Gilroy let out a deep groan, his hands resting on top of Ivy’s long black hair. Her lips wrapped firmly around his cock head, caressing it as the tip of her tongue kissed the tip of his member. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his cock inside of her mouth, licking slowly around the head delicately. She did not leave Thaddeus without attention. Her hand continued to stroke him, caressing his cock. She would get to him with her mouth in time. She would remain focused on Gilroy, who seemed to be experiencing true pleasure for the first time in his life. His eyes were shut tight, his breathing was hard and his member throbbed hungrily inside of her mouth. Ivy giggled as she let his cock go from between her lips, tracing along the tip of his cock once more with her tongue tip.
“Don’t finish too soon now,” She said against his wet cock head. “You don’t want to be like the king now, do you?” She teased before turning over to Thaddeus’ cock. “Now, let’s see what you can endure.”
Her hand released Thaddeus’ cock and her lips engulfed half of his member right away. Thaddeus yelped in surprise as Ivy took his member into her mouth so brazenly, winking up at him as she began to aggressively bob her head up and down the front half of his cock. Throwing his head back, he let out a deep moan, his hands reaching down to squeeze her breasts. Ivy returned the moan in kind as his fingers began to toy with her nipple rings, tugging gently at them as she sucked on his cock. Her hand continued to toy with Gilroy’s cock, smearing her saliva down his shaft and preparing him for what was to come.
The king could only watch in awe. This fantasy that he had for so long was coming to fruition in front of his very eyes. The fact that it was his most trusted men turned him on even more. He wished that he could touch his cock and relieve some of the pressure that the metal rod within caused. It was amazing to witness, making his cock throb and constrained precum to roll down his shaft in thick streams.
Ivy’s mouth swapped back and forth between Gilroy and Thaddeus. She would suck each cock a little bit deeper than the first time she slid it into her mouth. As soon as the heads of their manhoods began to tease against her throat, she drew back. Both of their cocks were dripping with saliva, her fingers still caressing their hungry, wanton lengths. Gilroy was in a world of pleasure that made his eyes roll back into his head. His breathing was deep and harsh, his fingers and toes tingling. Thaddeus was fairing only a little better. Hot sweat trailed down the curve of his spine as Ivy sucked on his cock, making him pant. His fingers kept toying with Ivy’s breasts, making her moan softly as she pleasured them.
Her lips finally released Gilroy’s cock after her lips were close to engulfing his member completely. She stood up, licking her lips as she began to walk towards the bed.
“I hope you do not think lesser of me, Thaddeus,” Ivy said as she sat at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. “But I do believe I shall honor Gilroy with the first fuck.”
Gilroy didn’t hesitate to come closer, his own hand wrapped around his member. Thaddeus nodded, following Gilroy and sitting down next to Ivy, wanting to watch what was about to happen closer. The king, still on his knees, crawled over opposite of Thaddeus, wanting to watch himself. Ivy’s fingers ran along Gilroy’s firm arms as he positioned himself above her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, digging her heels into his lower back. Gilroy positioned the head of his cock against her wet slit, drawing the tip of it up and down her sex slowly. Ivy cooed in pleasure, one hand resting against Gilroy’s hip and the other on his shoulder.
“Do it,” Ivy whispered. “Fill me with your cock.”
Pushing his hips forward slowly, Gilroy entered Ivy with a deep, satisfied moan of pleasure. Ivy let out her own gasp, her nails digging into his hip and his shoulder as he began to take slow thrusts in and out of her sex. Biting her bottom lip, she savored the feeling of his cock inside of her. It had been too long since she had been pleased by anything other than her fingers. To feel Gilroy’s thick member, giving her that sweet stretch that she craved made her feel divine. She bucked her hips, eagerly taking his entire length into her sex, moaning hungrily. Gilroy seemed surprised that Ivy was bucking into him so eagerly.
“Poor man,” Ivy whispered, deep in the throes of her own pleasure. “Your wife has never been so eager in bed, has she?” Gilroy shook his head, his eyes closed as he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her into the soft, silken sheets of the king’s bed.
Thaddeus could not remember a time he had been more aroused. Watching Gilroy fuck Ivy right next to him was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Wrapping his hand around his own member, he tenderly stroked his own member, his eyes glued to her body, watching the way she moved with each bucking thrust against Gilroy. The king was biting his bottom lip, eyes watching one of his best guard’s cocks slide in and out of a pussy he had only tasted but never fucked. He doubted he would ever get a chance to ever have her in that way. It did not arouse him any less, his cock still aching to be touched, teeth gritted in frustration.
Ivy kept working her hips back and forth, working with Gilroy’s thrusts. Her sex clamped down onto his cock each time that it was buried inside to the root of his member. Gilroy breathed hard, his fingers digging in firmly into Ivy’s thighs as he took her. If one had told him this morning he would be fucking the king’s elven mistress, he would have called them a fool. Now? His cock throbbed fiercely inside of her sex was something that he did not want to end. Her warm, velvet, wet pussy clamped down around his cock in such a way that made him feel like he was going mad. He would not be able to last long. The moans coming from Ivy’s throat only served to excite him further, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he got closer.
“Cum inside of me,” She whispered to Gilroy.
He slapped his hips firmly against her inner thighs, groaning as he came. It was a weak orgasm, barely three spurts of watery spunk filling Ivy’s pussy. She was disappointed. Such a virile looking man producing such a weak orgasm, even after being seduced by the most heavenly woman of the castle, performed so poorly. She wondered if perhaps the king could do better. Gilroy pulled out, a small trickle of semen slipping out from between Ivy’s folds and onto the bedsheets. Ivy let out a soft sigh as she turned to Thaddeus. She turned over, getting onto her hands and knees and thrusting her ass back towards the sitting man.
“Now,” Ivy said, her voice sultry and low. “Let’s see what you can do.”
Thaddeus immediately went into action, hopping up onto his knees behind Ivy. Gilroy sat back on a nearby chair, his wet cock limp as he witnessed Thaddeus move with the energy of a younger man. The head of Thaddeus’ slender cock teased against her cum filled slit, making him groan out softly.
“Don’t hold back,” Ivy said. “Fuck me with everything that you’ve got.”
He had no reservations. Thaddeus gripped at her hips and hilted his cock on the first thrust. Ivy let out a groan of pleasure as his cock hit the points of pleasure deep within her, her sex reflectively clenching down onto his member. Thaddeus moaned and, unlike his counterpart, began to thrust quickly, sliding his cock in and out of her wet pussy quickly. He did not seem to mind Gilroy’s leftovers as it splattered against his groin, his focus entirely on the womanly form before him. His left hand slid down, cupping her breast, squeezing it gently as his right rested upon her ass, squeezing it firmly to hold her steady. He leaned into her body, his balls slapping wetly against her groin with each rapid thrust.
“Yes!” Ivy moaned out, her eyes shut tight. “Yes! Fuck me, Thaddeus! Oh yes, that feels so good!”
Thaddeus grunted out in pleasure, his thrusts becoming firmer, burying himself inside of her again and again. His fingers dug into her flesh, his chest resting against her back as he took her carnally. Both the king and Gilroy could only look on as the younger man put their own abilities to shame. Ivy lost herself to her pleasure, grinding back onto his cock, lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, her body shaking under the force of his thrusts. The pleasure she felt was divine and she did not want it to stop. Her hands reached back, grasping at his arms, clawing at them as she was taken. Sweat ran down her dark skin in fine little rivers, following along the curves of her body, dripping off of her.
“Cum inside of me,” Ivy whispered, looking back to Thaddeus. “Fill me with your seed.”
His lips mashed firmly against hers as he drove himself as deep as he could. He came, thick ropes of semen filling her depths. Ivy moaned into his mouth as she came with him, gushing and clenching tightly around his cock, wiggling her hips back against him. Shot after shot filled her pussy, his cum already starting to leak out around his shaft and rolling down her inner thighs. He ground his hips into her rear, emptying himself inside of her with a soft groan. The two of them stayed intertwined, sweating against one another as they recovered their breath. Gilroy and the king could only look on in their own shame. The older guard climbed to his feet and began to quietly dress himself, making soft excuses under his breath. Meanwhile, the king could not remove his eyes from the sight.
“Fuck,” Thaddeus swore as he slowly pulled out from within Ivy. “That is the… I have no words. It was amazing.”
Ivy turned to face him, still on all fours. “Yes,” She purred. “It was.” She said before taking his cock between her lips once more.
Thaddeus shuddered, his member sensitive after such a powerful orgasm. That didn’t stop him, running his fingers through Ivy’s long hair as she cleaned his cock with her mouth. Carefully, she sucked and licked at his cock, making sure that it was absolutely spotless, gathering the taste off of his cock into her mouth. Letting go of his cock with a wet pop, she showed her open mouth to him, swirling with her saliva, his cum and Gilroy’s and her own wetness. Closing her lips, she swallowed once and opened her mouth again to show that she had swallowed it all.
“Amazing,” Thaddeus breathed, wiping the sweat from his face. “Simply amazing.”
“Our enjoyment is not at an end yet,” Ivy said as she threw her legs over the side of the bed, looking down at the dumbstruck king. “Crawl between my legs, worm.” She hissed between her teeth.
The king obeyed, shuffling forward as if in a trance. His mouth was agape as he looked over his mistress’ body. The way her skin shined with the fine layer of sweat, the silver rings through her nipples resting against her breasts and the way she sat, satisfied, on his bed made his member ache with want. Ivy reached down and took hold of the end of the robe, winking at the king as she began to draw it out from his cock. He groaned out hard, shuddering as the rod was removed from his cock. As it slipped free, precum gushed from the tip of his cock, spilling onto the floor in a small pool. He breathed out hard in relief, head hanging, thanking his gods that she finally found mercy.
Ivy’s fingers laced through his hair and grabbed it, forcing him to look up at her. “We are not finished here yet,” She whispered, making him look between her legs. “There is still one more task I have for you this day.”
His eyes went wide. The king had told Ivy of his most base, degenerate desires. The kinds that kept his wife from wanting anything to do with him in the bedroom. Whimpering softly, he leaned in between her legs, extending his tongue to lick at the stray bits of cum that clung to her skin. Ivy shuddered as he licked up the white, creamy lines that lead from her thighs to her sex, making sure her skin was wet and clean before he moved on. Finally, his mouth latched onto her pussy and began to lick at her, tasting a combination of her, Gilroy and Thaddeus’ pleasure mixed inside of her.
Ivy let out a deep moan, her nails raking across his scalp as he began to lick the cum from within her. The strokes of his tongue were delicate, careful, as if each needed to be carefully thought about. She continued to moan as he consumed every drop of cum that he could possibly find. Thaddeus could only look on in utter shock at the display in front of him. Here was the king, a man he respected, cleaning up the spent seed of not one but two men from within a woman. He had never thought something like this would be possible. His eyes were drawn to Ivy’s face, looking at the pleasure that was etched across her features. She truly was a unique woman in the king’s court.
The king let go of Ivy’s sex with a gasp. His lips were coated in the unique mixture of arousal, his eyes glazed over with his own desire once more. Breathing hard, he bowed his head to Ivy, trying to recover himself. Ivy smiled as she looked over to Thaddeus.
“We must do this again soon,” She purred, reaching over to wrap her hand around his cock once more.
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