He was a royal messenger. She was the soon-to-be-queen. They had known each other for many years, professionally of course. He was always mesmerized by her intelligence and cunning. She was strong and had trained for years in combat so, even through her garmets, one could make out her toned muscles throughout her body.
One fateful day, he was summoned by the king and, in his haste to answer the king's call, he rushed into the library believing that to be where the king was. Instead, he was met with a breathtaking sight. The queen was reclined in a sturdy wooden chair with her dress up to her waist. Her right hand was rhymically rubbing between her thighs and her left hand was lost up the dress, but he could make out the hand ever-so-slighty moving over her breasts. Her moans filled the room with an arousing melody. He couldn't breathe. His heart raced. For several minutes, he watched as the queen satisfied herself. She began to quicken her movements and her moanings grew louder. Faster, harder, louder. Until her body arched and she released an erotic guttural scream that sent electric tingles down his body.
At last, his own body began to twitch. He looked down and saw his erection through his pants. As he looked back up again, his eyes met hers. Fear arrested him as she slowly arose from her chair. She motioned for him to approach her. He obeyed knowing that this surely was a death sentence. He stopped several feet away from her and began to lower onto his knees. She stopped him with a tsk and motioned for him to move closer to her. Again, he stopped too far away and again, she ordered him closer. When he was immediately in front of her, he fell to his knees and started to beg forgiveness.
She had seen his erected penis through his clothes as he approached her and she smirked. She took his right hand and slid it up her dress and between her thighs. He felt her wetness and gulped. She guided his fingers to her clit and showed him how to move back-and-forth with his fingers. His heart thumped harder and harder as she let out a few faint moans. Back and forth, back and forth. With every pass over her clit, she became more aroused and more wet until his entire hand was covered with her cum.
More and more she urged him to stimulate her clit. Her moans and groans, in turn, stimulated his penis. He took his left hand and scooped some of her cum then he slid his hand into his pants to rub the lube down his shaft. After some time, she took his head and picked her dress up to guide his face to her clit. She commanded him to use his tongue as he had used his fingers. He ran his tongue over her clit and she gasped. More cum flowed from her body now onto his face and down his chin. Oh, how delicious it was!
He moaned and sucked her clit and lips. Then he took his right hand and gingerly slid his middle finger into her vagina. She groaned and more cum spilled unto his face and down his arm. In and out, back and forth, sucking, licking, and kissing. She was heavenly and he was feasting. He slid another finger into her vagina, then another. Her body began to quiver and her thighs began to sqeeze his face. She was breathing hard and fast, matching the pace of his tongue. He pushed his fingers as far into her vagina as he could then he started to quickly flick the tips of his fingers into her soft tissue. Oh, ecstasy!