The Queen’s Confidant [2/2]

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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.”

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The Queen’s Confidant [1/2]

Her Royal Highness, Queen of The Astasia, Alteia The Third, was not having a good day.

“No, tell Prince Philon that if he will not honor our trade agreement, we will renegotiate it with my sword to his throat. Now, I will retire to my chambers, goodnight.”

Alteia shut the door on her clamoring ministers. Bureaucrats are essential to any bureaucracy, but sometimes they could be insufferably needy.

Alteia walked briskly through the rooms that made up her personal chambers. She was intent on getting to the inner sanctum as soon as possible, where the weight of today’s difficulties could finally be lifted.

Alteia passed half a dozen doors and a dozen armed men of the Royal Honor Guard before she arrived at her goal, the Royal Bed Chamber. Alteia let out a sigh of release upon seeing the bed, her most private, safest refuge … and the boy who worshipped her there.

“A long day? Your Highness, I can see it on your face.”

“You have no idea, Rheon.” Alteia turned and locked the doors. Such a gesture provided little additional security, but the queen relished in the sound of the bolt sliding home.