The queen watched from the castle tower, waving as the King rode out at the head of his hunting party, splendid in his hunting robes, his cape and leather trousers, his fine black horse a picture of rippling muscles as it cantered beneath him, champing at the bit and tossing his fine head. His big standard flag fluttering high, the party soon disappeared out of sight into the edge of the woods and she turned back into her chambers, summoning her maid to run her a hot bath.
The hunters moved on along the woodland trails, the hounds baying as they ran through the trees in chase of wild boar. On and on they rode, alert to every movement in the undergrowth, every hint of their prey.
Suddenly, a flash of grey-brown sprinted through the clearing ahead of them. The hounds went wild, doubling their speed as they saw the movement and the riders spurred their horses into a gallop, thundering along the earthen path in a ragged line, their horse’s manes and tails streaming out behind them, the men shouldering their lances in anticipation…
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Shedding her gown, the queen stepped into the deep bath and sank gratefully into the hot foamy water, feeling the heat of its embrace tingling on all her most sensitive skin as she sank up to her shoulders in the water. Reaching over for a sponge, she began to soap herself all over, luxuriating in the heat, the scent of essential oils filling her every breath. She caressed her breasts with the sponge – still so big and round, she was pleased to see how they stood out so firmly and proudly on her chest, their big tips made darker pink and puffy in the heat. She smiled to herself – little wonder the King was still so obsessed with her… She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the luxury, letting the sponge drift over her round shoulders, the soft curves of her breasts, then on down over her belly, rubbing across beneath the water like a lover’s touch. Her hand strayed down, the softness of her sponge bringing a delightful frisson of excitement as it slid so lightly across the little bud of her clitoris. Slowly her fingers circled there, delighting in the sensations it was producing inside her and feeling the puffy pink lips of her pussy swell and grow as her gliding fingertips danced across her mound, around and around her slick entrance…
Suddenly aware of an unexpected noise, she opened her eyes to see her maid standing by the door, trying to look as if she was averting her eyes, but very obviously having been watching every second of her self-love and flushing instantly in the awareness she had been caught looking. With a flash of embarrassment, the queen angrily dismissed her with a flick of her fingers and then settled down again to enjoy herself to the full, picturing her King and how she planned to use him for her pleasure on his return, knowing he would be so excited and worked up from his hunting… As she pictured what she would do, she allowed her fingers to once more drift between her legs and gently caress every sensitive millimetre of the soft skin there, working her fingers around her sensitive clit and those swollen lips and then slipping a fingertip inside, bringing herself such pleasure that she began to move her hips up and down with the delightful rhythm, working herself up into a frenzy until she came and came and came, sending great thrashing waves that made the foaming water splash out over the bath edge and onto the floor.
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The King rode hard in pursuit of the huge boar they had spotted. He could see this one would be a real challenge, as it hurtled away, and then turned on the spot to jinx and change direction, at a far faster rate than his horse could manage, each time its big curving tusks threatening to slash the horses’ legs or for its great body to come to a sudden stop in front of him and send his mount disastrously flying.
The King was wise to such manoeuvres, but even so, he struggled to aim his lance at the twisting and turning bulk of the squealing boar as it sprinted this way and that, in its desperate attempts to escape. Sweating profusely with the effort, he fought to control his big horse as it sought to break free and unseat him.
At last, two of the dogs cut off the boar’s escape and it ran back straight towards the King.
Lowering his lance, he took aim at its great bulk and charged his horse directly toward that big body as it charged at him in turn. Taking careful aim, he steadied the waving point of his long lance as the two closed in on each other at such speed.
At the last moment he found his target point just behind that great head and charged unerringly towards it. As they met, their coming together carried such a terrible energy that the sharp point of his long lance slid easily and smoothly into that muscular flesh, penetrating so fast and so deep that the boar let out a great long squeal and then fell to the ground, twitching and writhing helplessly as the last life escaped from its body.
Exhausted, the King dismounted and went over to the body, where it lay so still. A huntsman in his entourage dipped his finger in the animal’s blood and marked a stripe down the King’s forehead, in their age-old salute to the successful hunter.
He watched as the huntsmen lashed the big body to a tree branch by its ankles, so the boar hung down with its legs held up high, the great head lolling around as four men lifted the pole onto their shoulders and set off on the path back towards the castle.
Mounting his horse again, he walked his horse at the head of the hunting procession, aware that his heart was still beating so hard from the thrill of the chase, feeling acutely alive. As they neared the castle, his thoughts turned to his queen and how much he longed to take her in his arms and tell her of his triumph.
Reaching the castle, he jumped from his steed and ran through the great gate and up the steps at its centre, calling out for his queen.
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Hearing his voice, she clambered quickly from the bath, her soft skin so pink-flushed and steaming, sloshing water onto the cool flagstones of the floor. Calling her maid to bring a towel, she swiftly wrapped herself in its big red folds. Grabbing her crown from the chair, she moved toward the door, just as it burst open from outside – and there stood the king, looking like a magnificent conquering beast, his face flushed and excited, eyes shining and his chest heaving from his exertions and the sprint up the stairs.
Seizing her in his arms, he bent to kiss her as she raised her face to his, amazed at how strongly she felt his animal attraction, the blood-smeared face, the rich musky scent of his body after all its exercise, She found herself immediately excited and aroused, he was exuding such raw sexuality that she was caught up in his mood and clung so tightly to him, amazed at the sudden wet heat that sprang between her legs. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly to him, feeling her soft curves pressed against him as she wriggled inadvertently, but so deliciously, as she felt his cold hands on her flesh as he sensed the warmth and sweet scent emanating from her just-bathed body.
She was so insanely aware of his raw animal magnetism, the rich mingled scents of warm leather, of woodland, of his sweaty stallion, mingling so intensely with his own pheromone-laden musk that she knew she needed him so badly – but she also knew just how to control him and bend him to fulfil her own desires – and right now she wanted this magnificent animal to take her as roughly as any beast…
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“My Lord, let me wash you and relax you after your hunt” and she led him over to the still-steaming bathtub. He stood there unmoving as she took the jacket from off his shoulders and dropped it on the chair.
Her skilful fingers undid the collar of his shirt then she lifted it clear up, and over his head. She could only gasp as his bare chest was revealed, glowing pink and running in sweat from his exertions. She reached over for the sponge and ran it over his face, washing away the dried blood. ‘You should be marked by me instead’. She smiled coquettishly and, reaching one hand beneath her towel, swiftly retrieved some of the sticky juices already flowing from her excited centre. She kissed his bowed forehead and with her fingertips smeared her own mark down his forehead and nose as he breathed deep of her erotic scent. ‘Now you are marked as all mine’…
He reached for her, but she stepped back, in full control of the situation and proceeded to wash down his chest his arms, his back, feeling how firm and taut his muscles had become. His torso wiped clean, she smiled beguilingly: “Now what about the rest of you Sire?”
She knelt down in front of him, admiring the bulge that had grown at his front under her tender ministrations and swiftly ran her fingers over the curves of his firm butt and then round to his straining crotch, loving the feel of such hidden firmness beneath the soft deerskin.
Her deft fingers reached out and undid the button at the top of his soft leather trousers. As they gaped apart, she moved on down, one by one, the backs of her fingertips making contact with his skin, encountering more heat and more of the damp curls as she moved on down. She reached the last one, her fingernails now touching hot flesh, feeling it stir and grow beneath her touch as she did, she looked up and smiled so wickedly at him.
He gazed sternly down at her smiling face, that beautiful face with her beautiful mouth and eyes so delightfully framed by her hair – a face of such seeming innocence, yet also such wanton sensuality… ‘Yes, clean all of me – and I mean all of me’
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She needed no second bidding and hooking her fingers into the waistband, pulled the trousers slowly down over his hips and butt. More and more of him was revealed as she pulled in a slow steady movement, the trousers rolling down the length of his manhood until they dropped free and his prodigious length hung like a thick pink length of hose, swaying and visibly swelling in front of her eyes. She moved in closer, loving the sight of his long shaft as it hung there, nestled in the damp curly hairs and with his full balls hanging so heavy and round below.
Helping him step out of his trousers, she turned her attention directly back to this beauty, breathing deep of the animal musk emanating from his sex. This she wanted to clean in a special way… lifting his hot shaft in her hand, she placed her lips around its tip and began to swirl her tongue around and over its head, teasing the little opening as she went, tasting all his myriad flavours. Drawing more of his length deep into her mouth, she looked up to see a look of sheer bliss on his face as he leaned back and enabled her to take all of him so deep into her mouth and the top of her throat, as her tongue swirled all around him like a crazed octopus.
She reached up and cupped his balls as she felt his length thicken and swell to stand out so hard and firm from his body, jutting right into her face. Pulling him out, she pushed back his hood to run her tongue so sweetly and expertly over that smooth sensitive head, teasing his little slit with her tongue tip as she went and tasting his salty excitement. And then on, up and down that great length, loving the taste and feel of his rock-hard flesh. Right on down to capture each of his balls in turn into her mouth, rolling and sucking them so delightfully and savouring all of his sweet tastes, breathing him in so deep.
Now she reached again for the sponge and passed it up between his legs, cleaning him so thoroughly in there, and then teasing him with a cheekily probing finger that explored deep into his tight ring and left every nerve ending alive and made his cock stand even stiffer. She drew him in and out of her mouth, so deep each time, covering him in her saliva, so his length glistened in the firelight along its entire length, long and hard and pink. Satisfied with her work, she stood slowly up and stood close in front of him to reach up and kiss him, her soft breasts pushed into his bare chest, separated only by the towel that somehow still clung to her moist skin. He reached out to hold her, but cheekily she spun and danced away, running to the other side of the four-poster bed.
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Startled, he was slow to respond but then joined in the game, his cock swinging wildly around as he jumped up onto the bed and grabbed for her. She ducked and twisted out of the way, but not quite far enough as his grabbing fingers caught the edge of the towel as it flew by and as she twisted away it unravelled behind her.
With a shriek of laughter, she realized she was now as bare naked as he was – but was now herself being hunted across the room! She ducked and weaved around, just out of reach of his grasp, her boobs bouncing and butt jiggling wildly as she tried to escape, but eventually he trapped her in a corner and she had no escape route left, as his strong arms captured her wrist and dragged her back to the bed. Fired up, he wasn’t going to let her escape a second time. He pushed her back onto the bed, her knees giving way as she fell back on the soft mattress, arms and legs flailing around, her crown rolling away across the covers. He gazed down as she lay on her back like an upturned beetle, totally exposed to his view, her full breasts rolling around and her mound so exposed, her open thighs framing that sweet pink slit.
He reached back and snatched the curtain tie from the window frame and, clambering onto the bed beside her, grabbed her ankle and wrist and tied them loosely together, and then onto the bed post. Laughing she knew she was so trapped as he reached over for another and tied her other wrist and ankle back to the other post. She felt so totally helpless and exposed, her thighs pulled back wide apart, her legs and arms raised up high and her head lolling helplessly, looking for the escape that wasn’t there. Her raised and deliciously plump mound was thrust out directly at him, her pussy so excited it was streaming now, those excited lips gaping open and glistening in anticipation.
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He closed in, the hunter, taking aim between her legs… so big and hard, his full swollen length standing out so stiff and throbbing, looking ready to explode. Still she twisted and turned, her glistening pink opening dancing in front of his eyes, teasing him further as he tried to take aim with his fearsome weapon. He pinned her with one hand, moved in close and positioned his head in between those soft lips, ready to charge. Yearning for him, she pushed back as he pushed in, their combined energy making his hot long shaft slide easily and smoothly into her open channel, penetrating so fast and so deep that she let out a great long squeal of joy at the amazing sensations, twitching and writhing helplessly as his long hot shaft slid inside and set her insides on fire…
As their bodies joined as one, he let out a great sigh in turn and they began to move together in the sweetest and oldest of rhythms, as she swung by her bonds, unable to do anything but thrust and slam her body back against him as he slid so completely in and out, their most sensitive parts rubbing together in such sweet friction and finding such mutual joy in the most glorious of fucks -expressing their love through their bodies slamming together – moving as one as they really let go of all other feelings and let themselves fly …
At last he stopped, reached up and set her arms and legs free, but it was only a brief respite, he remained in control. So fired up was he that, almost weightless in his arms, she found herself being twisted around onto her front, her lovely big round ass sticking up into the air as he knelt in behind her. His royal cock was as hard as she’d ever seen it now, so big and red and swollen as he placed it against her streaming wet pussy entrance then, with a twist of his hips, pushed so deep inside…
Oh God … she had never felt so gloriously fucked as he began to move in and out, as her lips clung around that glorious length and her insides squeezed tight around him, never letting go. Looking down, he watched with delight how her pussy swallowed him up each time, matched by the delightfully twitching winking of her tight rear ring, as the feelings shot through her every most sensitive part.
With each thrust, he pulled her back hard against him by her hips and then added a few thrilling spanks of those glorious big soft mounds of her butt as they rolled and slapped against the thrusts of his belly. As his big cock-head caressed her most sensitive insides, she felt her pleasure grow and grow and then very suddenly take over her whole body, as she spasmed inside and screamed in the sheer pleasure, so loudly that her maid risked peeking round the curtain to see what was going on, then watched transfixed, her hand working on herself beneath her petticoats, as her queen was fucked so royally, writhing in total release, shaking and squeezing her thighs in wave after wave, extracting the maximum joy as the King slammed into her so mercilessly.
In his over-excited state at the sheer joy of this amazing delight, the King knew he couldn’t hold back much longer… and so it proved. He felt that tingling deep in his balls as an unstoppable flood gathered and then shot up to pour out of his swollen tip in wave after wave of cum, filling her insides with his hot jets as they slammed into each other again and again.
Eventually, he collapsed, so drained, as they slowly rolled down onto the bed, still joined as if one beast. Eventually, his softening prick now a shadow of its former self, he slipped out of her. She reached down to scoop a little of their mingled juices from her so-sensitized entrance and held her fingertips up to his lips. Smiling, he delighted in tasting their elixir of life and then kissed her so long and deep, their mouths filled with their combined essence, their lips expressing their deepest passions…
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