It Leads to Unexpected Encounters

You take a stroll out to the gardens in the palace. The night is quiet. Not even a cricket made a sound. You were having trouble sleeping. Helga wasn't in the mood for sex. Eliza and Sophie had already slept with their babies sleeping soundly beside them. That left you to go out and hope the effort would tire you out and make you drowsy.

King Francois and his predecessors did a wonderful job with the city. It is loud and buzzing with activities and business during the day and quiet as a mouse during the night. The city's guardmen have done their best to reduce the city’s crime to bear, near undetected minimum. A night guard passes you by. He bows in respect and you acknowledge his actions and he goes off to continue his patrol.

You make it into the garden. The moon was a yellow crescent in the night sky with the stars twinkling around it. You were never good with finding constellations and you were too unimaginative to create any of your own. You stay in the garden for some time before realizing that it’s doing no good in trying to get you sleepy. With that in mind, you head off for your room.

Along the way, you walked across someone. It wasn’t another guard. It was Queen Alana. Her raven hair was free and flowing down to her ass. Her night dress is provocative. Two straps over her shoulders holds it in place and much of her breasts are left exposed into the air. Her nipples pokes are her dress.

“Well, well,” she says after she sees you, “looks like I am not the only one who is having a hard time sleeping.”

You don’t bother denying it. “Queen Alana, good evening.”

“Oh yes, the evening is good but I can think of a way to make it better.” She moved closer to you, much closer. “Does my body excite you, young King? Am I arousing you?” Her breasts bump into you chest and just so you don’t step back, she encircles her arms behind you neck with one hand on the back of your head.

You open your mouth to speak and protest but she anticipated that and took the opportunity to seal in a kiss and dive her tongue into your wide open mouth. Her warm, slick tongue invades the inside of your mouth, licking your palatte, cheeks and tongue. Instinct would have you wrap your arms amorously around her but you restrain yourself halfway through. But Alana doesn’t let up. She intensifies the kiss which gets your heart racing. Alana keeps holding the back of your head but her other hand travels downward into your trousers and strokes your cock to full stiffness.

You grab Alana by her arms and push her an arm’s length away or at least you try to. Her hands on the back of your head and on your cock are gripping tight and refuse to let go. “Queen Alana, we cannot do this!” You keep your voice low. “We are in the palace of your husband.”

Alana smirks, “Are you worried about getting caught?”

“There are greater things to worry about when one makes a cuck out of a King.” You frown.

“We won’t get caught, young King. Trust me.” She assures.

You gaze at her incredulously in disbelief. “Trust you? After what you did? After your ****?”

“Well in my defense, I blackmailed your wife and that maid of hers.” Then she adds threateningly, “I haven’t blackmailed you. All I want is a lover to fuck and perhaps father my child.” Your cock twitches in Alana’s grip. Alana smirks and gives you a knowing gaze.

“Your second head seems to enjoy the idea.” She lets out a short laugh. “I know you want me.” She adds in a playful pleading manner, “I have not been made love to by a man in years and I could so use the love. Comfort me, young King. Put your cock inside me and give me your seed. Make love to me and give me a child to love.” She embraces you and somehow it feels a little ****. But whatever it felt like is washed away when she whispers, “Your secret will never leave my lips.”

She pulls from the kiss but her arms are still resting on your shoulders, “Trust me. King Francois will never know.”