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She stayed like that for a long time, daydreaming under the warm glow of cunnilingus. Eventually, the sharp pleasure of new sex dulled into a longing ache for relief.
Alteia spread her legs, releasing Rheon, and turned onto her chest. She closed her legs, and wiggled her butt like a common street whore.
This was a signal Alteia had used many times. Rheon stood up, retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed, and placed it gently under Alteia’s hips. He straddled her legs, pressing her thighs together with his knees. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to the Queen’s ear, and with his free hand he forced her head into the mattress.
Alteia moaned.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Alteia gasped. His member probed her entrance.
“You play noble queen, but really. You’re no better than any of the other ladies of the night.”
“Yes, Rheon, please.” He fed her just the tip, parting her lips in an agonizingly teasing fashion.
“Then let me put you back in your place.”
Alteia shrieked as his cock plunged deep into her folds. The bed recoiled under the impact. Rheon held Alteia’s head in place. Alteia felt her body spasm, then freeze, as if his cock had sucked all the physical strength out of her body. She felt him press on the inner sanctum of her mind from deep in her loins.
“Rheon…”
Her assaulter wrapped his hand around her throat, threatening to strangle her breath, and pinning her body between the stake in her womb and the hands on her head.
“Beg for it.”
“Rheon, please…” Alteia used the last of her mental strength to utter the next sentence.
“Take me.”
Rheon pounded her, again and again. His weight pressed down on his cock, splitting her folds and driving his pleasure deep into her core. The walls of her mind crumbled, and Alteia felt Rheon thrust in and out of her mind, forcing every negative thought from her brain.
Her body became limp. Alteia was vaguely conscious of the bed bouncing under her. Her eyes rolled over, her mouth opened in a perpetual silent moan, and drool dripped from her lips as Alteia had no mental capacity left to think about that.
All Alteia knew was the man standing over her. Penetrating her. Fucking her. She was a living, moaning set of holes for this man and his cock. And she felt … *so* feminine.
Her consciousness was fading fast. It would not be long until Rheon forced his way into the deepest recess of her mind, temporarily wiping away her ability to think, leaving only her feelings of lust and pleasure. She knew he would continue long into the night, past the first orgasm, and the second and the third probably. Only when her body began to relent, would he stop to provide comfort.
It was exactly what Alteia wanted. With her last ounce of effort, she thought of the man, the refined beast who gave her pleasure, then she relented, surrendering to all his wants.
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Hi, thank you for reading to the end. I hope you enjoyed. I have a few other ideas for these characters and I might make it into a series, if there’s interest. If you would like to see more, or give feedback, positive or negative (I love feedback), don’t hesitate to reach out to me.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y5hipk/the_queens_confidant_22
Amazing. Way too short!!!