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A Royal Affair Ch. 01 (Beta)
🕑 Added 2024-06-07 00:28:00 +0000 UTCThe sounds of aristocratic chatters filled the large, great hall. Queen Lyanna disinterestedly perched on the center seat of the high table with her legs crossed, slowly sipping on her chalice of wine.
Peering through the crowds of well-dressed nobility, she spotted her hulking man of a husband, husband Roderick, boisterously thundering with his posse of friends and fellow knights alike with a wooden goblet, spilling his meed about as he chanted songs about great heroes of times past.
“In lands where shadows lie, we rise up with spirits high! Through the mist and mountain pass, we march forth a fearless mass! Dragons fierce with fiery breath, we’ll face them, defy death!”
Lyanna rolled her alluring, violet eyes as she slouched onto her chair. The monarch twirled her long braided, silver-blonde hair with her fingers as she let out a long, resigned sigh. She wasn’t very fond of such festivities because while her husband went about frolicking, and enjoying the evening, the responsibility of meeting with nobles for political and trade discussions fell on her shoulders.
Sitting away from the main floor, Lyanna made every effort not to appear uninterested in formal talks, however, her efforts would become undone when her servant appeared by her side to inform her of something.
“Your majesty,” the servant began, bowing their head.
Letting out an annoyed exhale seeing that it was time to make due on her duties, Lyanna sat up and replied, “Yes?”
“There is someone who would like to grant an audience to you.” Lyanna’s violet eyes went weary as she attempted to slither her way out of this potential meeting.
“Is there any chance that I may adjourn this dialogue for another time? I’m terribly not in the mood to discuss any more nobles for tonight,” Lyanna told her servant.
“I understand, Your Majesty. However, may I stress the importance of this particular person?”
“Hmm, fine. Who is it?” Lyanna murmured, sipping her chalice.
“The Duke Sylvanport, Oberon Winthrop,” the servant revealed.
Lyanna’s eyes widened as she was filled with displeasure, feeling the extremity of this calling. Duke Oberon was a noble of one of the most wealthy kingdoms of the realm due to it being a mercantile hub for many neighboring nations. Given Sylvanport’s vast wealth, that also meant the Duke carried himself a certain way that Lyanna found distasteful…
However, the queen understood the importance of his calling since a trade agreement with him would prove to be very beneficial to her kingdom since there had been a minor shortage of food due to a recent string of raids from barbarian tribes from the east and a war her husband has waged in her name to the south.
Downing the rest of her wine, Lyanna took a deep breath and got up from her chair. “Very well, I will meet this Duke,” the elegant monarch said, gesturing for her servant to lead the way.
“Of course, Your Majesty. This way…”
Sifting through the crowds of people Lyanna was eventually led to the man who had coveted for her presence. “Lord Oberon,” Lyanna’s servant announced, gaining his attention. “May I present, Your Majesty, Lyanna Talus Queen of Verdantia.”
The silver-haired queen’s violet eyes quickly scrutinized the man before her. Oberon, an older man in his mid-fifties or early sixties possessed a head of balding, black hair with a thick aristocratic mustache. He stood a bit shorter than Lyanna, his eye line around her chin. His form matched what she had imagined: on the heavier side, his gluttony was apparent in his plump cheeks, double chin, and protruding belly, emphasizing his fancy doublet.
“Your Majesty…” the Duke bowed, carefully taking the queen's right hand and kissing it. “You are as beautiful as they say!”
The Duke raised his head and hastily took in Lyanna’s radiant figure before she noticed his lingering stare. The older man licked his lips observing her tall, modest stature, full, shapely bust, and distinguishable silver hair styled in a long braided ponytail. Her serene white skin accentuated her hypnotizing violet eyes and subtly pointed ears hinted at her dragonlord heritage. The queen wore a graceful white dress with open legs that revealed her exposed shoulders and flashed a tasteful amount of cleavage. The dress flowed elegantly, spilling at the sides to allow for ease of movement and a glimpse of her long, graceful legs. Her ensemble was completed with a subtle silver crown headband, open-toed heels with laces that wrapped up to her upper calves, and other stylish accessories. Some may say that her chosen attire was unmodest, however, given the warmer climate where her kingdom is situated, it was normal to wear more revealing clothes. Oberon relished the Verdantian trends. The women here were all eye candy, and the queen was no exception, she was a goddess in the flesh.
Lyanna offered a measured smile, her violet eyes sharpening as she assessed the Duke. “I thank you for your compliment, Duke Oberon,” she responded, her voice steady and composed. “Let us hope that your praise extends to the prosperity of our realms as does to courtly pleasantries.” Her words were measured, ensuring the conversation’s focus shifted toward state matters.
The Duke straightened up as he registered the queen’s subtle reprimand. “My apologies, Your Majesty. Surely you can understand my awe at your radiance. I simply can’t help myself, heh!” Oberon replied, letting go of Lyanna’s hand.
The sliver-haired queen cautiously squinted at the Duke’s flattery. It would appear that the rumors about his thirst for women were true. “No need to worry, my lord. Let’s just get to the matter at hand,” Lyanna refocused the conversation. “It has come to my attention that you wanted to discuss trade between our kingdoms?”
Oberon took a swig from his wine glass and curiously arched his brow. “Ah, mhm, I seek to open some dialogue for commerce between our two great nations,” the Duke responded with a pleasant smile. “However, the evening is still young and I just got here! Why don’t we spend this time getting better acquainted with one another before we begin serious talk, yes?”
Lyanna’s mouth slightly parted in disbelief. Did he really just summon her to try to socialize with her? “Respectfully, my lord, but I much rather we get on with our negotiations. Perhaps you can enjoy the rest of the evening without stress then?”
Oberon let out a disinterested chuckle. “Hmm, I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. For you see, I’ve been traveling without rest for a fortnight. I want to enjoy myself for a bit. I must say you much rather want me in a good mood when discussing things formally!” the Duke teasingly insisted.
The queen let out a resigned exhale through her nostrils. Oberon was also known to be cut-throat regarding trade agreements and needed things to fall through for the sake of her kingdom. “Very well, my lord. Please call for me when you are ready to speak then,” Lyanna said, attempting to part ways with the Duke, however, before she could, she felt a firm hand grasp her arm.
Her head snapped back to find Oberun restricting her movement. Her violet eyes flared out in utter bewilderment. “How dare he!” the queen hissed to herself while keeping a calm and unbothered demeanor.
“Like I said,” the older man began. “I think it’s best if we become acquainted with each other. I’m sure it would prove beneficial for our…negotiations… later,” he continued, his tone suggestive. A shiver went down Lyanna’s spine feeling his grimy on upon her.
Contemplating her options, the queen was left with almost nothing. It was either play along with this man’s antics or risk leaving a bad impression on him, risking a key opportunity. Swallowing her pride, Lyanna agreed, masking her reluctance with a kind smile.
“Very well, my lord. If my company will aid in bettering your mood then so be it,” Lyanna agreed with a subtle nod. “You be so kind and retrieve us some more wine?” the queen spoke to her servant.
Lyanna proceeded to socialize with the Oberon for the rest of the evening. Their conversations were kept cordial and pleasant, for the most part… It somehow always became a point where the Duke would circle back and flatter her with subtle flirtatious remarks about her body. Of course, she would manage to steer him back in the right direction but despite that, the older man kept at his lecherous ways.
It was becoming painfully apparent what the Duke wanted as the evening went on. Lyanna would catch his eyes constantly lingering on her chest and legs. She was disgusted with the man. The rumors about Oberon’s salacious behavior were becoming clearer.
He even began to touch her inappropriately, though subtly enough to avoid drawing attention around them. Oberon would casually drape his arm around her shoulder, as if in a gesture of camaraderie or let his hand linger on her lower hip, his touch lasting just a moment too long. Each contact appeared calculated and intended to be intimate without being overt, making it difficult for Lyanna to object without causing a scene.
But the queen held her tongue no matter how comfortable the Duke got. She kept repeating to herself that this was for the sake of her kingdom. She needed Oberon to be in a pleasant mood so that she could get the most out of their soon-to-be trade negotiations.
As unpleasant as the Duke may have initially appeared, he was surpassingly charming in a strange sort of way. Lyanna became amused with his constant jesting and attempts to impress her. To a certain extent, his efforts were working, but perhaps it was the several refills of wine she had been consuming to help pass the time faster.
Lyanna eventually found herself in a more secluded area of the great hall, the air was thick with the scent of wine and the murmur of distant conversations. As she sat on a bench crossing her long legs, Oberon positioned himself closely next to her, his presence looming like a shadow.
“May I say that your home is a sight for sore eyes? Easily one of the most luxurious from what I’ve seen during my travels,” the Duke remarked, his right hand drifting dangerously close to Lyanna’s left knee. “Heh, the home reflects the owner!” he added, his tone laced with flirtation.
The silver-haired queen’s eyes darted at him as she maintained a friendly demeanor. She had since given up trying to fend off the advances of the handsy noble, her protest falling on deaf ears. The alcohol coursing through her veins dulled her senses, clouding her judgment and weakening her resolve.
“You flatter me too much, my lord. It is mostly thanks to my predecessors for its upkeep and stature. I merely inherited it,” Lyanna replied, her voice tinged with forced politeness. But her words only seemed to embolden Oberon, his hand inching further up her leg, sending shivers down her spine.
“The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty,” Oberon grinned, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he took a sip from his wine glass. “Your family is one of the most esteemed houses of the realm! I would expect nothing less. And considering what you’ve done with the place, the Talus name holds true!”
Lyanna forced a tight-lipped smile, her discomfort growing with each passing moment. “Such kind words, my lord,” she replied, her voice strained as she calmly shifted away from his touch.
But the Duke remained undeterred, his gaze lingering on her with unsettling intensity. “You are too modest, Your Majesty,” he murmured, his hand now boldly tracing the contours of her thigh. “I’ve long admired your family’s legacy and your own contributions to it. You are quite a remarkable young woman! How old are you again?” The queen felt her chest swelling with an unfamiliar warmth she hadn’t felt for such a long time. Oberon’s suggestive remarks were out of line given she was a married woman, however, she was oddly enjoying his words for her husband, Roderick, barely spoke to her in such ways.
“I’m nearing my twenty-fifth Moon,” Lyanna answered. Oberon smiled with pure awe.
“My, my! Your wisdom exceeds your age!” the Duke remarked with a roar. “You have everything a man wants in a woman! It’s a shame someone has beaten me to it! I would have loved to be betrothed to you.”
Lyanna’s heart raced, her breath catching her throat as she struggled to maintain her composure at his blunt declaration. “Your flattery knows no bounds, my lord,” she managed, her tone icy despite the warmth of her words. “But I must remind you of the boundaries of propriety.”
Oberon chuckled, his grip on her soft thigh tightening ever so slightly. “Ah, but where’s the harm in a little harmless flirtation between friends?” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and permeated with the aroma of wine.
“We’re friends now? We only just met,” Lyanna retorted with an amused expression.
The Duke nodded affirmingly, his hand delving under her skirt and into her inner thigh. “Yes, are we not? I believe the chemistry between us is undeniable, no? It’s been a delight spending the evening with you. I hope you can say the same for me?”
The queen’s stomach churned. A part of her screamed for her to end his nefarious advances, but another kept her complacent, rousing Oberon to continue. Her violet eyes hastily scanned the great hall to see if anyone was watching them. Thankfully they were obscured by several tables and chairs in front of them. It also helped that most of the nobles were heavy on the buzz of alcohol to notice their seemingly scandalous parley.
Lyanna’s attention was quickly drawn back to Oberon feeling his hand delve dangerously close to her heat. “Um, well, I would like to say it has,” she stammered, trying to adjust herself away from the Duke but her position was already too compromised to distance herself. “But I may say that perhaps you’re getting a little too… enthusiastic, yes?” she meekly warned, her heart jumped with the thrill of this man’s pursuit for her favor.
Oberon’s grin widened, his touch lingering further despite Lyanna’s feeble attempts to make distance. “Hmm, enthusiastic, you say?” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. “I prefer to think of it as appreciative of true beauty.”
His words caused Lyanna’s body to burn with strange, allured feelings. “Lord Oberon,” she managed to stiffen her tone. “This is hardly appropriate behavior. I must insist you refrain from such liberties this instant before someone sees. Aren’t you a bit concerned that my husband might see you??”
The lecherous Duke glanced toward the main space before returning his undying attention to the queen. “I believe he’s too busy rousing the festivities to care,” Oberon declared. “May I ask you something, Your Majesty?” he added, inching his hand deeper between Lyanna’s long legs.
The queen angled her eyes down to the junction of his naughty touching before returning her attention to him. “Wha- what is it you are asking?” she winced at the Duke’s touch.
“Does your husband tend to your needs?” Lyanna bemusely fluttered her eyelids at Oberon’s bold question.
“I’m not entirely sure what you mean, my lord,” the queen put on a coy voice. The Duke chuckled and inched his face closer to hers.
“Don’t act so naive, Your Majesty. I think you know exactly what I’m alluding to…” he whispered, sliding his fingers along her moistening undergarments.
Lyanna’s words were caught in her throat as the pleasurable sensations below became too much to disregard. “Hmm, isn’t it improper for a man to involve himself in a married woman’s private affairs?” she replied, her voice low and breathy.
“Perhaps,” Oberon responded, his eyes locking onto her violet orbs with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. He leaned even closer, his breath warm against her ear. “But sometimes, propriety is a small price to pay for desire…”
The queen shivered, apprehension and longing coursing through her. “Desire?” she whispered, her resolve wavering as his exploring fingers grazed her heat over her underwear.
“Yes, Lyanna,” the Duke murmured, ceasing his formalities, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Desire that has been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to ignite…”
Lyanna’s breath hitched as his touch sent waves of heat through her body. “Oberon, we shouldn’t…” she uttered, subconsciously moving her head over for easier access for the Duke.
“Tell me to stop, and I will…” he softly said, his lips journeying down to her exposed shoulder. “But I’m willing to bet that you want me to continue…” Oberon claimed.
“I…” Lyanna was at a loss for words.
“You didn’t answer my question, Lyanna…” the Duke reiterated, peppering soft kisses on her shoulder and kneading her now sopping crotch.
The queen snuck a glance at her husband, who was still entertaining himself and those around him. Roderick was a fine consort to Lyanna: brave, a skilled warrior, and considered handsome to many. However, with his outward perfection, he embodied the proto-typical self-absorbed noble of the court. She was certain he cared more about his sword than his wife.
Their marriage was a political arrangement, orchestrated during their adolescence by their parents. As a consequence, their relationship was driven more by duty rather than love. Lyanna was acutely aware that Roderick found her boring and overly austere. This likely explained why he preferred the company of tavern ladies and other women of the court over hers. She partly blamed herself; she had to grow up quickly when her parents passed away, forcing her to ascend the throne at a young age. Lyanna was never afforded the time and luxury to explore lighter, more carefree aspects of life.
The silver-haired queen’s deep thought was snapped by Oberon’s tongue gliding against the delicate skin of her neck. “Huh? Ah… no… he doesn’t…” she muttered without thinking, her voice faint. The Duke smiled deviously as he sensually expressed his desires for the monarch.
“I can tend to your needs, Your Majesty…” Oberon said, hungrily taking in her sweet aroma. “Let me do you a service… You deserve it… If you don’t want this you can so no right now and I’ll stop…”
Lyanna’s soft lips parted as she began to quietly mewl from Oberon’s touching and kissing. It had been so long since she had experienced the touch, arousal, and thrill of sexual gratification. The queen offered no further objections to the lecherous Duke, solidifying her decision.
“Hmm, good… Why don’t we go somewhere with a more… intimate setting? I think it’s a great time to begin our… state affairs…” the older man said, releasing his lips from her neck, his voice was tinged with nefarious implications. A gasp escaped the silver-haired queen’s lush lips feeling his pudgy fingers heavily prod at her sex causing her to lock eyes with Oberon. She discerned a smug, knowing grin on his plump face, what he was implying was laced with sexual deviancy.
Lyanna’s heart sank at the suggestion, her instincts screaming at her to refuse. But strangely, it was as if she had no control over herself. She knew exactly what the Duke wanted from her, and she knew what she exactly wanted from him. It was vile, depraved, and scandalous! However, the queen offered no resistance to the man’s advances. It could have been the alcohol in her system impairing her inhibitions or long pent-up sexual desires finally breaking free from their long slumber, likely both.
“Oh, heavens…” the silver-haired queen uttered feeling another heavy prod at her now sopping crotch. Her apprehensive violet eyes then shifted into one of allured desire. “And what might our “negotiations” entail, my lord?” she inquired with a low, amused voice, her tense demeanor loosening.
The rotund Duke salaciously licked his lips seeing the queen falling for his seduction. “That’s for you to find out. But I can assure you that you will find it… pleasurable… very pleasurable…” he declared, pulling his lips away from her neck and finishing his glass of wine with one big gulp. “Why don’t we part ways from here so I can show you?” The queen's heart skipped a beat from the thrill of what was progressing. This man was so vulgar! She was filled with bewilderment and intrigue, wondering why this man seemed so confident and alluring, despite his unappealing appearance. She would find out soon enough…
Lyanna swiftly looked toward her husband, now singing on top of a table with a congregation of people below joining him. Her consort was impaired and had no clue what was going on. It was likely he would find a lady of the court and sneak off with her by the end of the evening. The queen bit her lip concluding that it was her turn to find the company of another.
“Very well…” Lyanna finally agreed, eliciting an excited smile from Oberon. Uncrossing her legs, she got up to her feet and gestured for the Duke to follow her. “Let’s leave here, shall we?” she could hardly contain her own desirous grin under her unfazed facial expression.
Before they left the great hall, the queen informed her servant of her plans to have her meeting with Oberon now, and under no circumstances should she be bothered for this was a “vital” meeting for the kingdom’s well-being.
Oberon followed suit as Lyanna led the way. She couldn’t shake this gnawing sense of unease that clung to her as the Duke closely trailed behind, each step bringing her closer to a private audience with a man whose intentions were anything but honorable. But the thrill of her wrongdoings was unexpectedly tantalizing. Lyanna could practically feel her wetness leaking down her inner thighs as she walked.
The queen reflected on the numerous gossip stories circulating among the courtwomen. Lyanna had always dismissed these tales as exaggerated and dramatized for the sake of conversation. Yet now, she found herself living a scenario she had once only heard about in whispered rumors.
As she strode down the many large hallways of her manor, she cautiously scanned her surroundings out of paranoia as if she wasn’t the lady of her manor to see if anyone was watching her guide the Duke to some obscure location to do god knows what.
Taking Oberon to her private villa in an isolated area of the manor, Lyanna snuck with the older man to her personal bedroom chamber. Ushering him inside, the queen hastily closed the door behind them and locked it.
Resting her back against the door, Lyanna anxiously stared at the Duke observing her bedroom lit by only the ambiance of the moon peering through the balcony window. “You have a wonderful room, Your Majesty,” he said with a wide grin as he locked eyes with her.
Lyanna discerned the gleam of hunger in the older man’s eyes, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in some time. “So, what shall we do now, my lord?” the queen anxiously inquired squeezing her loins out of pure excitement.
Oberon remained silent as he went over to the nearby fireplace and stoked the simmering embers, lifting the room’s darkness and giving it a somewhat romantic atmosphere. “We start negotiating,” the Duke stated with a knowing smirk.
Striding over to the queen, he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed a handful of her plush cheeks over her dress. “Oh my!” Lyanna playfully gasped. She shuddered as his face came close to hers and felt his hot breath against her.
Then, with one fluid motion, Oberon leaned forward and connected his lips with hers. Lyanna’s eyes widened with exhilaration and surprise kissing another man that wasn’t her husband.
His tongue advanced past her lush lips, delving into the depths of her mouth. He twirled with hers as his lecherous hands slipped under her skirt and traveled toward her. Lyanna could taste the alcohol imbued in his saliva. It was pungent, but rather arousing. Unaccustomed to such passionate displays of affection, the queen remained awkwardly stiff as the Duke had his way with her. But the longer she kissed the man, the more she slowly melted into his salacious embrace, loosening her tense demeanor.
Lyanna’s violet eyes fluttered behind her lids as her arms subconsciously journeyed Oberon’s wide body. She stroked his back and tugged at him as their kissing intensified. Her fingers traced the contours of his plump back, tugging at his clothing as she brought herself closer.
The heat between them grew thicker as their nostrils flared out for breath; Oberon’s kneading fingers sunk into her soft cheeks, eliciting small, needy moans from the queen. Lyanna’s initial hesitation gave way to a fervent eagerness, her body responding to the Duke’s assertive touch. Her mind, clouded by the intoxicating mix of alcohol and lust, surrendered to the moment, allowing herself to be swept by the forbidden thrill of it all.
“Hmm, why don’t we take this to your bed?” Oberon suggested, pulling away from Lyanna’s lips, a smug expression played on his plump face. The queen, filled with a flurry of anticipation and arousal just subtly nodded in agreement, struggling to contain an eager smile.
Taking his hand, Lyanna led the older man toward her sizable bed. Her heart raced with every step as they drew nearer to the place where their depraved “negotiating” was going to take place. “Let’s get rid of our pesky garments, shall we?” Oberon said, tugging at her dress with a suggestive grin.
Lyanna nodded, her breath catching in her throat. “Of course, my lord…”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the ties of her dress, undoing them with deliberate slowness. She watched Oberon shed his clothing, leaving himself only in his underwear, revealing his unsavory out-of-shape, rounder body. Despite his short stature and signs of age and indulgence etched into his plump frame, there was a raw confidence in his movements and mannerisms that stirred something deep within her.
Lyanna’s dress slipped from her body, pooling around her feet and leaving her exposed to the Duke’s hungry gaze. She stood before him, clad only in her laced heels and royal panties. Vulnerability and excitement rushed through her veins. Oberon’s beady eyes nearly erupted from his sockets seeing the queen in such an suggestive state.
His gaze locked onto her soft, shapely breasts, her pink nipples erotically stood erect. Angling his eyes lower, his cock swelled against his undergarments spotting a discernable wet spot formed on the the queen’s panties.
The Duke stepped closer to Lyanna. “You are a vision…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, tracing his big hands along the curves of her waist, then moving up to cup her perfect, exposed boobs.
Lyanna shivered at his touch, her own softer hands moving to explore his softer, fuller chest, and shoulders. She felt his skin radiating against hers. Glancing down, she discovered the sizable tent stretching the fabric of his undergarment. Her alluring eyes widened with intrigue.
Returning her gaze to Oberon’s, he offered a wide, knowing gaze. “Curious to see my cock?” he inquired, his voice filled with affirming confidence.
“Y-yes…” Lyanna’s words were caught in her throat from his vulgar statement. From what she could see, he potentially surpassed her husband’s endowment. Oberon smiled pompously.
“Good,” the Duke began, resting his hands on her exposed shoulders. “But first, let me help you with the rest of your attire…” Lyanna gasped as he lowered her onto the edge of the bed with such force and gentle care. Now seated, Oberon kneeled before her and carefully took her right leg.
He undid the laces on her calves with a well-practiced hand as if he had done this before. Once sufficiently loosened, he slowly removed her heel from her elegant foot and placed a sensual kiss on it before doing the same with her other. Each movement was deliberate, almost reverent as he savored the moment.
His touch made Lyanna feel bubbly under her skin with a strange mix of exhilaration and trepidation. This man, although vulgar with depraved intent, was seductively alluring with his confidence and precision. She watched breathlessly as he discarded her royal footwear, his gaze never leaving her face.
Oberon’s rough hands slid off her smooth claves, lingering on her knees before journeying along her thighs. Lyanna’s breath hitched, her body responding to his touch in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
Traveling further up her thighs, he reached the strings of her panties. He paused, awaiting his majesty’s approval to continue. Lyanna was dazed, utterly immersed in Oberon’s seduction. Biting the corner of her lip, she responded with an affirming nod, as if she decreed it as a royal command.
Oberon’s eyes gleamed with delight as he obeyed her command. With one fluid motion, he slipped her panties down her long, elegant legs. His throat immediately went draw discovering his queen’s pussy was clean-shaven, bare.
“You are exquisite, my queen. You have the finest body of the realm…” the Duke murmured, his voice beamed with pure delight. A gratified smile played on Lyanna's lips hearing his great desire for her. She had nearly forgotten what it was like to yearned for.
“Hmm, you really know your way with your silver tongue, my lord,” Lyanna hummed, her voice low and amused.
Oberon knowingly smirked in response to his compliment. “My tongue can do more than just be… persuasive…” he suggestively hinted. Lyanna’s fetching eyes widened in realization of what he meant.
With a thrilled grin, Lyanna continued, “Oh? Do you mind showing your majesty what else it can do?”
“With certainty…” the Duke confidently responded, slowly and deliberately licking his lips with his wet tongue.
Carefully taking her legs, he mounted them over his wide shoulders and moved closer to her wet, steaming royal cunt. Lyanna closely observed Oberon as he splayed her legs and brought his face closer to her crotch. She shuddered feeling his hot breath bush against her moist lips.
“I’ve always wanted to know what a queen’s pussy tastes like…” the older man muttered. Lyanna anxiously bit on her index finger, her stomach fluttering with carnal arousal.
“It’s time to find out, my lord Oberon…” she incited, subtly tugging him closer with her legs. Lyanna and Oberon shared a brief, entertained stare.
“Hmm, gladly,” the Duke spoke, determined.
Bending forward, Oberon planted his lips against Lyanna’s eagerly awaiting pussy. “Ohhhh!” she let out a long, satisfied purr as he tenderling began to kiss and lick the length of her labia.
A wave of pent of pleasurable release crashed over the queen as she trembled and grabbed the soft satin sheets of her bed. “Yes… Oberon… That feels good… keep going…” she mewled as her violet eyes rolled back her skull.
The Duke her cunt with sensual fervor. He savored her sweet taste and alluring feminine aroma. Seeking more of her nectar, he delved his tongue past her folds, eliciting a throaty moan from Lyanna. She gasped for breath as his mustache tickled her clit and hot tongue explored her inner depths.
“Ohhh, ah… Oberon… keep eating my royal pussy like that,” Lyanna involuntarily allowed her tongue to slip. The older man wickedly smiled with her sopping slit against his lips hearing the monarch surrender to her lust.
Gripping her soft thighs, Oberon stuffed his face deeper into her crotch. His tongue now curled and wiggled around in search of all her pleasurable weak points. He noted every sharp gasp and heavy moan with each exploratory prod. Lyanna’s juices seemed to flow into his mouth like an endless heavenly waterfall. The Duke gulped down every drop, leaving none to spare.
Lyanna’s body responded with great pleasure as he tongue fucked her sensitive slit. Her inner core burned with a searing desire for more. Tilting her eyes down to Oberon, she ran her delicate hands across his balding head, before pulling him deeper.
“Shove your tongue deeper, Oberon… I need this…Hmm, you’re making me feel so good!” she coaxed, her voice low and lustful. Locking eyes with her, Oberon pridefully grinned and curled his tongue upwards, striking her G-spot.
“OH MY!” Lyanna gasped as her toes involuntarily clenched. The Duke emitted a low grumble of delight knowing where her royal pleasure spot was. Continuing his efforts, he vigorously kept prodding at her weak point.
His tongue ignited a raging fire within her that couldn’t be quelled. Her body buzzed with potent tingling sensations that were too much for her nerves to handle. “Yes! D-don’t stop! Keep going, keep going, keep going!” she incoherently uttered as she collapsed onto her back.
Wrapping her legs around his head, she yanked his face even deeper into her quivering cunt. Oberon let out a slightly uncomfortable groan as she kept him firmly trapped between her legs. Lyanna devolved into a moaning mess, continuously screaming out for more. The Duke pushed onward, unwavering by her rather rough encouragement. But this only served to urge him to go harder.
Oberon drew Lyanna dangerously close to the edge with his skillful fellatio. The older man could feel it too; her wet walls contracted around his tongue and more of her sweetness poured from her in preparation for her climax. Then, feeling a sharp, piercing feeling shoot up her spine, the queen’s eyes shot open.
“O-Oberon! I’m getting close! I’m gonna! I’m gonn-,” Lyanna couldn’t finish her sentence as her climax ripped through her. “AHHHHHHHH YESSSSS!” she screamed as she shook violently.
She reflexively squeezed, the Duke’s head with her thighs and her ass erotically arched from the bed as she came all over his mouth. Oberon groaned as she nearly crushed his skull and flooded his mouth with her sweet cream. He figured if he were to die now, he would die a happy man.
Oberon basked himself in the moment. He felt overwhelmingly proud that he was able to bring the queen of a powerful kingdom to orgasm. He gazed up at her alluring body. Her chest heaved heavily as she panted for air.
With her orgasm finally subsiding, Lyanna slowly descended her ass back down to the bed and loosened her tense muscles. She just laid there in pure euphoria, reeling in from probably the best orgasm of her life. Never had Roderick made her feel like that before.
Relaxing her legs, she untangled them from Oberon’s neck, allowing him to pull away from her quivering pussy. He let out a thick steamy exhale, wiping his slathered chin with his arm. “How was that, Your Majesty?” he suggestively said, clearing his throat from her slimy goodness.
Lyanna, still weak from her mind-shattering orgasm slowly lifted her head from the bed to face the Duke. “Amazing… Oberon… You were right about that tongue of yours…” she barely managed to say with a satisfied chuckle.
“Heh, I’m always right, Lyanna,” Oberon shifted into a more casual way of speaking.
Removing her legs from his shoulders, Oberon lumbered back to his feet. “So, are you ready to see me in all my glory?” he asked almost jokingly.
“Yes, I’ve been wondering if the rumors about you were true,” Lyanna replied, slowly gathering herself onto her elbows. The Duke curiously arched his bushy brow.
“Oh?” he began, intrigued. “What have you heard?” Lyanna carefully rubbed her chin and took a moment to ponder.
“Well, I normally don’t pay much attention to such gossip, but, I heard you are a known lecher. A seducer of noblemen’s wives,” she revealed, her voice tinged with amusement and curiosity. “I had my doubts when I finally earned the pleasure of meeting you, but from what I am experiencing, I can say that the rumors are definitely true.”
Oberon chuckled, a low satisfied sound that resonated through the room. “Ah, Lyanna, gossip can often be exaggerated, but in this case, perhaps it holds some truth,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. He slowly hoisted himself onto the bed, crawling over Lyanna’s body, his heavyweight causing the bed to sink under them. “Though, I must say, none of those encounters compare to this moment with you…” he murmured, his voice dropping a conspiratorial whisper.
Lyanna felt her stomach churn at his overcasting presence and suggestive words. The combination of his experienced touch and smooth, silver tongue was making it increasingly difficult to resist him.
Hovering over her, Oberon leaned closer and gently took her chin. “You see, I may not be the most handsome man in the realm. I’m not the tallest, or strongest,” he admitted, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that belied his humble words. “But I do know how to entice and satisfy women…”
His voice was low, each word vibrating with the promise of undiscovered pleasure. Lyanna’s breathing grew heavier, her violet eyes widened as took in his unwavering gaze. There was a magnetic pull in his presence, a raw confidence that was both disarming and intoxicating.
“Hmm, your reputation precedes you, Oberon,” the queen murmured with a wide captivated smile. Her lips subconsciously inching forward to meet his.
The Duke allowed the queen to drift ever closer to him, but he abruptly pulled away at the very last moment before their lips could meet. “Besides my way with words and tongue… Do you want to know why women find me so enticing?” he offered Lyanna a question.
“Why?” she replied, her brows curiously arched.
With a mischievous, smug grin, Oberon removed himself from Lyanna, crawled to the center of the large bed, and plopped himself onto his back. Grabbing his tented mast over his underwear, he gestured a beckoning finger at the queen and murmured, “Come here and find out…”
