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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Later that night, Jared found himself being trailed by a lead rein fastened to a leather collar up through the palace and to the monarch’s chambers.
He knew exactly where he was going. To his Mistress. He knew exactly what was required. Possibly. However number seven was going to be joining them and that part was shrouded in mystery.
He quashed the questions that filled his mind. He focused only on the steady throb of his dick. Where it wanted to go. What it wanted to fill. What would she be wearing? Would she be wearing anything? He had never seen her naked before but he had imagined it often. Probably many men had. But he and number seven were to be the lucky ones tonight. They would get to see her. Be with her. Quite possibly fuck her. Or she might very well fuck them.
No woman had ever fucked Jared. He always took control. If she led matters it would be a new experience for him. The thought of her bossing them, caused his hormones to surge. But maybe the whole thing was an act. The authoritative woman approach. Maybe she wasn’t really like that deep down. Maybe she just wanted hot male flesh. Perhaps she was looking for a reaction. If so she was probably going to get it. The entire time he had served as her Equerry, he had spent long hours suppressing his penis from running riot. Being naked was sending his libido stratospheric. It was hard enough being civil with clothes on around her person. The thought of her eyes on him and of her want of him was deeply heady.
Any doubts as to the authenticity of her Domme tendencies were blown completely out of the water when he entered the room drawn along as he was by the length of chain.
Number seven was crouched on all fours by the fire, also naked and cock caged, looking for all the world like a man about ready to lose his mind. Opposite him, a few feet away, The Queen was undressing a young maid possessed of the most mind bendingly erotic curves whilst beside them stood a polished copper bath filled to capacity with rose scented hot water.
‘Put him over there will you please Michael, beside number seven,’ said Naphtalie, to the stable hand who had just brought him up to her room.
‘Yes, Ma am.’
The stable hand left and she proceeded to ignore them both and unlace the young maids corset.
Although the room was warm, the maid shivered violently.
‘Are you nervous, my sweet?’ asked the Queen.
‘Yes, my lady.’
‘There is no need to be, my little wren.’
The Queen palmed one of the girl’s breasts and feathered kisses towards her pert nipple. Gazing briefly at both men, she sucked the nipple into her warm mouth and shoved the dress the rest of the way off, exposing her shapely bottom.
‘Such a pretty little wren, come to play with your Queen,’ smiled Naphtalie. ‘Bend over for me, so that I might see your little groove.’
Unconsciously, the men leaned forward.
‘Stay as you were you two. No one asked you to join this scene...yet.’
The servant girl still hadn’t made a move. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes twinkled in the fire light.
‘Shy are we?’ murmured the Queen.
Realising her mistake, the girl hastily bent forward, legs spread, hands cupping her knees and showed those in the room her dripping cunt.
‘You look a little bit aroused, my dear...what are you expecting this eve? A little attention for this salivating, honeyed hole?’ As she spoke, Naphtalie inserted a finger deep into the vagina of the maid and then spread the wet over the girl's protruding clit. The men could see it glistening from across the room. The sight of it sent even more blood rushing to their dicks, as if nature was preparing them to rut that very second.
‘Is that nice?’ she asked, swirling her forefinger lazily around her nubbin. The girl's legs were shaking.
‘Oh yes, Ma am!’
She groaned and steadied herself on the edge of the bath, as Naphtalie knelt down and slipped her tongue a good inch inside her pussy. Looking over her shoulder at the two seed bearers, she licked her lips and delved once more into the girl's warm cunt. Behind her, the men were fit to explode. She ignored them and continued to perform slow cunnilingus on the girl.
After a few minutes, she stood and bit the girl hard on the ass, causing her to squeal loudly.
‘Would you like to put your cocks in here?’ she asked the males, spreading the girls vagina open for them to see.
‘We will do whatever you ask my Queen,’ stuttered Jared, wincing at the discomfort of his hardon.
‘What about you, Seven? Do you want to fuck her?’
Seven looked intently at the Queen.
‘No, I do not. My cock is for her Majesty alone. Unless she orders me otherwise.’
Naphtalie smirked at the puffy exposed pussy of the servant girl.
‘Such good boys aren’t they my little wren? And their cocks are all for me.’
She stroked the pubic hair of the maid and then helped her climb into the fragrant bath.
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They were on all fours, all in a row. Twelve of them chosen from a host of potentials. None of them were wearing a stitch as per the newly crowned Queen Naphtalie’s orders. She stalked the mosaic floor behind them, watching. Observing. Her heavily embroidered gown swished, grazing their feet. They did not move. Her mouth was set. There were thoughts running through her head and they knew it. Her power was tangible.
‘You,’ she growled, prodding the bare testicles of the seventh submissive male with her riding crop. ‘Turn around and let me see you. Stand. And don’t take all day.’
The submissive stood, awkward with nerves, not knowing what might be expected. Queen Naphtalie eyed him, not intimidated in the slightest.
‘Come,’ she said, summoning her ladies in waiting.
They scurried over. And with her riding crop and her servants help they examined him.
‘He appears of average size Your Highness in terms of penis,’ chimed a little blonde handmaiden. She was kneeling at his feet and pulling back his skin to peer at what lay beneath.
To be continued...
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