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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.”