Sarine

Sarine was slowly swinging from side to side with Lord Lowblom. The noble was concerned, but was he as nervous as she was? Doubtful. “Your posture.” Sarine said, “is wrong.” Logar’s Adam’s apple jumped. He was refraining from putting his hand on her hip. If he did it to avoid indecency from his part or because he thought she would be against the touch didn’t matter. With that simple statement, she took away his justification and he adjusted to have his hand lay on her hip.

The red-headed queen could see that the Lord was conflicted. He was clearly enjoying being this close to her but he was also aware of how **** that made him. “Are you enjoying the festivities, my Queen?” He asked. “Sarine is enough as long as we are this private.” She corrected him. “And yes, everything has been to my liking.”

They kept swaying, the music isolating them from everyone else. “Have you thought about me?” Sarine asked, doing her best to keep her voice from shaking. “H-how do you mean that?” Logar asked, failing to keep his voice from doing so. Sarine’s lips curved, this was the reaction she wanted. “About joining my side, of course.” She stated, knowing full well that her choice of words were meant to create this misunderstanding.

“Of course, yes, that is what you mean.” The Lord muttered, barely audible. “I haven’t changed my ways. I am sorry.” His tone sounded certain but his eyes spoke of something else. He wanted her. They both knew he did. How much would he give to get it?

Sarine leaned in closer. “I am certain we could find an agreement.” She whispered in a sultry tone. “If we talked about it a bit more.” There was a moment of silence followed by heavy breathing as the Lord tried to repress his desires. Sarine herself wasn’t sure if it was accident or on purpose but she made a stumbling step and grazed the Lord’s dick. It was just a slight touch but it was what broke the young man’s resistance.

“Maybe, maybe not. It would be rude of me not to listen at least. Isn’t that right?” He asked, looking for validation. “Exactly.” Sarine willingly handed it to him with a smile. They retreated from the courtyard and walked to his office.

They entered and Sarine’s eyes wandered to the ornate chair. “Why do you not allow anybody to sit down here?” She disrupted her seduction for her curiosity. “Father always said that he made promises to himself he had to keep in that chair. Stupid superstition, I know, but I liked this side of him.”

Sarine softly urged Logar to sit down in his ornate chair. “Do you think you can find a promise to me today?” the young Queen made asked, her voice brimming with confidence she actually did not have. Logar was nodding eagerly as the princess unbuckled his pants. With a quick yank, the colourful beige thing came off together with the lord’s undergarments.

The thing that flopped into her view she blinked at with a mixture of disgust and fascination. He had never actually seen a penis before, only the pictures in Lacos’ medicine books. It was bigger than she had imagined, it’s veiny shaft curving slightly downwards. She carefully wrapped her bare fingers around it. She felt the pulsation, smelled the aroma of slight sweet and ****, saw it grow even bigger.

Was he well-endowed or average, maybe even small? Sarine had no idea. All she knew was that she had begun this and she would have to go through. Pulling back now would lose her a powerful ally. She slowly pumped the shaft up and down, noting Logar groaning whenever her fingers reached the top. There was a clear liquid leaking from the mushroom like tip. Curious she used her second hand to touch the liquid. It stuck to her finger and drew a long strand when she distanced her hand from the source.

She looked at it, it reminded her a lot of the liquid that spread when she touched herself at night. It had been quite a while since she was able to do that. Well, she had enjoyed tasting her own fluids so maybe....

Logar’s lust clouded eyes went wide when he saw the young red-headed monarch taste his pre-cum. She liked it from her finger like a delicacy she only just discovered. ‘Slightly salty.’ She thought and a shudder went through her.

Sarine felt heated. The taste was not the greatest but also not unpleasant. However, the pure depravity of the act and the way Logar looked down on her, unbelieving, shocked, turned on beyond the point of reason, it all made her crotch tingle.

Absent-mindedly her hand wandered down and pushed aside her lengthy skirt to start messaging herself. Before she knew it she was panting, quiet breaths of ecstasy escaping her mouth as she rubbed her clit through her undergarments. She felt the wetness of her crotch through the cloth on one hand and the slipperiness the stream of pre-cum left on the other. Both hands were occupied with the motions of giving and receiving pleasure.

Her mind however yearned for another taste of this new liquid that was making her hand oh so slippery. She didn’t know why, was it just the depravity of it all? Did she enjoy seeing Logar writhe and groan at her touch, the face he made whenever she rubbed his base for an extended period of time? The dissatisfied, helpless face that was shattered by a grimace of lust whenever she granted him a torrent of pleasure by stimulating the tip again?

Without her own knowledge her mouth travelled towards the nobles hard rod. She was kneeling on the ground, bent forward far enough that her butt stuck upwards, wiggling slightly as she pushed her hands by her undergarments to finally touch herself directly.

Her mouth was wide open, panting. Logar felt her every breath on his dick. It was only a slight stimulation but the view. The view made this experience alone worth it. The anticipation almost broke him. Queen Saline was hanging directly above his dick. Her mouth agape, tongue hanging a bit outwards, hand pumping his dick while the slick sounds echoing through the rooms clearly indicated what the other was doing, eyes depraved looking up into his.

Sarine’s tongue touched the tip of Logar’s dick. The salty taste spread through her body again and without control soon her mouth wrapped around the head of his dick. The loud moan that escaped Logar as her velvety lips touched the sensitive area directly underneath the head motivated Sarine to go deeper. She didn’t know what she was doing, not really, she only knew that doing it made Logar squirm in pleasure, pleasure she gave him. She liked the feeling of being in power.

Unable to take his whole dick down, inexperienced as she still was she had to stop at one third, she went back up. Unwilling however to let go of that immoral act of tasting that salty, hot pre-cum that was flooding her mouth she went back down after a bit, doing what her hand had been doing with her mouth now.

She discovered fairly quickly that the moans of Logar became a lot more sensual compared to when she had used her hand. She also noticed that she could make him moan even louder by sucking all the air from her mouth, causing her checks to envelop him tightly.

It only took a few seconds of this new discovery for something to change. Logar’s eyes became unfocused, glassy, his hands tensing and relaxing rapidly. Most noticeable was the slight jumps that went through his dick, deep in her mouth. She wondered what it meant but couldn’t think about it too deeply as an orgasm, stronger than ever, welled up inside her. Even though she was touching herself like usual this situation somehow multiplied what she normally felt.

Suddenly a hot liquid splattered into her mouth. It tasted like the liquid that had started the whole sucking thing but a lot stronger. The saltiness was accompanied by a slight note of sweat. It filled her mouth unlike the trickling pre-cum could have ever done. A strand hit the back of her throat and almost made her cough but her mind was too far gone to notice much as her own orgasm rocked through her as a final push of her fingers sent her over the edge.

It was stronger than anything she had ever felt. Her eyes were barely able to keep focus, her lungs burned as a silent scream sent vibrations through her throat and into Loga’s dick, causing another load of the hot liquid to burst into her. The mixture of new sensations made her toes curl, her whole body was tense. She felt satisfied beyond the normal level of taking care of her urges.

Able to think again as her orgasm subsided she pulled her mouth back and stood up. As dignified as she could must she grabbed the tissue that was hanging from Lagos breast pocket and cleaned the mix of saliva and pre-cum of her face. ‘I am in need of a new underdress’ she thought, surprising herself with how calm she was as she swallowed what remained of Lagos cum in her mouth. The noble looked like he was witnessing a scene out of this world, his eyes still hazy.

“I believe we have an agreement then?” Sarine asked. “Of course, my Queen.” The nobleman agreed with slow words. “Whatever you want of me.” “Good, we will speak again tomorrow when you have gathered yourself.” She said with a smile. She liked this, would other men be this easy to manipulate through sexual acts? Would they all be at her fingertips during the act?

Time would tell.