Books have been his companions for the longest time. His mother would always tell him that he carried one with him everywhere ever since he learned how to read and write at the age of three.

Yet when he would trace the spine of his beloved book, only dust collects at the tip of his finger. This time as he brushes a finger up the back of his companion, it would arch followed by wanton sighs escaping her lips. 

The rough and brittle feeling of the paper he flips through in his books cannot compare to the way he skims over the soft, porcelain skin of the woman before him. 

And none of his books ever talked back at him, now low grunts and titillating mewls fill the room as the temperature rises in the silk sheets that add to the friction shared by the newly-married couple.

Books are not his companions anymore for time and fate have brought him to his true mate, his Queen. 

The Queen from the East boasts not only power in the art of armed forces and combat, but also the wisdom and discernment of defense. Being the only child of the royal family in their land, she was bound to him the moment she was born. 

His Queen Marinette. 

He has never been touched in this manner before. The way his Queen’s warm and slick slit rubs over his naked shaft that was building up unbearable pressure. 

None of his books ever taught him this. None of his books ever mentioned the sensation that filled his senses, taking up every nerve ending and his entire headspace. The lightest touch is nothing compared to the strike of lightning, and every erotic stroke brought anguish. How could anguish and vexation to one’s body and desires ever feel this good?

His hips buck involuntarily and the King brings a hand over his mouth, biting onto the skin of his wrist to stop himself from emitting a loud shameless groan. His other hand continues to knead the thigh of his Queen as she deepens the rhythmic movements of the way her hips gyrate. It’s hypnotic, how much she moves on him and her lecherous, wet gaze on him.

“My King,” she murmurs amidst their erratic breathing, and she notices how his eyes follow her hand as she cups her right breast, squeezing it lightly before pinching the stiff nub between her two fingers. Her head lolls back, squeezing her supple breast. “Touch me...make me melt within your heat and your hold. Allow me to succumb to your power,” the Queen begs in a whimper, the movement of her hips growing languid as the fiery friction and pressure is leading her to come undone. Her knees press deeper into the sheets just when she squeezes her legs, smearing more of her dripping wetness, making the man beneath writhe in pleasure. 

For the King, his blood starts rushing all the more, adding heat to his body and his bulbous shaft. With flushed cheeks and sweat dripping down his forehead, the pressure builds up. “I-I can’t,” he stammers. As much as he wants to ravage those breasts of hers, he can’t find it in him to give what she wants. His breathing has turned ragged and the feeling in his nether regions has changed. It’s tightening within him and his hands fly to hold his Queen by her waist, thrusting his hips a bit to meet hers. The stimulation comes crashing down on him as he lets out a long and loud cry of want and his shaft shoots out a string of warm, creamy, white liquid which lands and spreads along his abdomen. 

They deeply pant against each other, and the King listlessly drops his head down on the soft feather pillows under his head. The Queen slowly stops gyrating her hips. She decides to bend down, proceeding to lick the King's release as she keeps her eyes on him. 

The sight in front of him makes him start to grow hard again. It's how sultry her tongue swipes his skin, gathering a bit to bring into her mouth. Some strands of her black hair cascade over her eyes and the King reaches over to place them behind her ear. Their gazes on each other do not break, soft blue eyes meeting a pair of radiant emerald eyes. For someone that could bring such promiscuity like the Devil tempting the first parents in the Garden of Eden, how could she still look like an angel from Heaven above? The way her sweat on her body glistens under the lit fire from the lamps lining the wide bed reminds him of the opulent varnish that makes up most of the furniture in the palace. 

She’s beautiful and he is absolutely smitten. 

His Queen sits up again and slowly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before bringing out her tongue to lick the residue left on it. “Have you ever tasted yourself, my King?” she asks softly.

He shakes his head, breathing heavily as the woman brings a finger down to smear a bit of his release on it. Gently, she brings it to his mouth and he takes it, sucking on it whilst closing his eyes and moaning due to how it tastes. It’s still warm with a hint of mild saltiness and sweetness that leaves an aftertaste of desiring more.

She pulls her finger away from his mouth then raises her hips a bit to rub her fingers on her clit. “You have never felt the delicate yet tantalizing touch of a woman,” she mutters, sensually moving her hips to meet each thrust of her fingers.

The King licks his lips, his breathing growing ragged once more as he wants to touch her as well. But to the best of his ability, he chooses not to. He goes down the path of watching her pleasure herself on top of him and he will enjoy the view while it lasts, squeezing the skin of her thighs as she emits soft cries of pleasure. 

“It is my duty to give it to you,” she musters to continue, bucking her hips. 

“I saved myself for you.”

To his surprise, she scoffs, “That is a ridiculous decision for I have never cared about saving myself for anyone." Unable to find the release she desperately needs, she slips her hand out of her slit and licks her fingers clean. “Does that cause a hindrance towards the feelings you harbor for me?”

Hot all over, the King answers quietly, “Never..” 

“Foolish,” she grumbles, bringing a hand down to trace his sharp jawline. “You, my King, are a foolish lover.”

"My Queen," he breathes out, biting back another moan as the woman of utter ethereal beauty sensually runs a soft finger down his exposed abdomen, tracing the curvature of his well-defined abdominal muscles that look and feel like they were carved by the deities above. "Of course, I act in such a manner. I am enamored of you..." 

The woman forms a devilish grin on her face. She leans down once again, fanning her hot breath over his lips. "Well, my King," she whispers, then moves her mouth to his neck to leave fierce, sucking bite marks making the man shudder under her, "...you shouldn't be," she finishes and all of a sudden climbs off him just as he aches for more, perhaps to even feel the moistness, tightness, and warmth of a slit bequeathed to him. 

He props himself on his elbows and watches how his Queen takes her dressing robe from the floor and wraps it around her body. “Where are you going?” he mutters breathlessly.

“We may have joined together before the eyes of our shared kingdom and God,” she begins, turning around to see his face again. She keeps the robe open, giving him the view of the valley between her breasts and a peek of her mound aching for a final release. “I shall go back to my quarters. Consummation may wait for I have many lessons to teach you, and many that you must repay.”

If having his Queen on top was a way for him to feel emasculated, he would not care. The consequences are sweeter and more fulfilling than one's promise of a heightened pride.
 
He pleads tenderly, “Stay with me…”

Instead of complying with his request, she turns the other way, leading to the door that will take her to a special hallway that connects to her quarters. “Sleep well, my King,” she says, stopping by the door, “and if you see me upon the moment you close your eyes, I give you my permission to divulge in such temptation despite tempestuous feelings.” And without hesitation, she leaves the man alone on the wide bed, his smell wafts through the air but does not stay too long as the fire from the lamps burns it away, as if erasing his first erotic experience with the woman he loves...but one who vows to never love him back.

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(I'm sweating like a sinner in church)

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