safety. Those words echo through my mind. Holy shit, what an impossibly obscene image. Grabbing my glass, I drain it of wine in one long swallow. Something about the position he describes flips all the right switches for me. Maybe because being in the military has made me a little rough and tumble, but nothing he just said scares me.
Tending My Queen
Borak
This beautiful queen falls under my thrall so easily. Even now she’s flush with arousal and her pupils are dilated. She listens breathlessly to every word I say, as though I were someone of importance in the ’verse.
I continue to tease her with my words, for this is all part of luring a queen. “If you would allow such, I wish to worship your female form with my mouth, for it is the only part of my body soft enough to drive you to the heights of pleasure you deserve.”
Her hands fly to her throat and she sucks in a much needed lungful of air. Everything about this moment is fraught with sexual tension. My cock has never been so hard, but it is this queen’s delightful expressions and soft noises that I focus on, for I want nothing in the ’verse as much as I want to pleasure this queen.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Her accusation holds little heat.
“Indeed I am. My wish is to seduce with a small amount of wine and pleasing words.” I didn’t half believe it possible, but my queen seems predisposed to fall for my seduction.
Words tumble from her mouth that seem a bit disjointed and not well thought out. “You smell really nice tonight. Are you wearing a new scent?”
I wish her to know the truth of things, so I do not lie. “Speaking of breeding for you makes my blood boil with need. This is but a small taste of the power of my mating scent. Because I am on suppressors, it will not release fully.”
“Well, it’s making me feel things.”
I move from my seat to kneel in front of her. “You have need, my queen. Let me tend to you.”
She nods, clearly no longer in control of her senses. I remember that she said she wanted intimacy with me no matter how much intoxicating beverage she consumed. I assume she still wishes my touch even when her senses are impacted by my mating scent.
Pulling her into my lap, I run one hand over the side of her face and down the slim column of her neck. Her lovely dark skin calls for my lips to linger over every sensitive spot. She is softness, beauty and strength all rolled into one uniquely intelligent little being.
My lips trail down her neck and back up again before moving to her mouth. I linger there, making the human kiss with her over and over again. Her hands roam over my body, trying desperately to divest me of my uniform. Reaching down one hand, I pull the magnetic seam open and allow her to shove it back off my shoulders. When her hands land on the fresh scars, she jerks in my arms. Words are not exchanged, but she pushes me back slightly and inspects every mark before covering my chest with sweet human kisses. It is the most tender and respectful act I can imagine a queen rendering to her warrior.
I pull her hair back gently and take her mouth with the kind of passion that a warrior should never wield against a queen. My queen climbs more firmly into my lap and gives as good as she takes. In this moment it becomes more important than ever to convince her that I am worthy of being chosen, because I do not know if my fragile soul could survive losing her.
When she begins to grind herself against my thick cock, I know what my queen desires of me. She needs the release that only her dedicated warrior can give. A full mating would be an egregious breach of trust, but I will see my queen fulfilled this night. Bringing my hands under her bottom, I grasp her coverings and pull. She tugs the top part off, and within a micron my queen wears only her sleek black boots. These are not military style boots. They are made of the softest leather and tooled with intricate designs.
Seeing her like this, with so much soft skin on display, fires my lust. Looking my fill, I can see that my Juliet is every bit as