The queen's chambers, a sanctuary of sensual delights, beckoned Alistair with an air of intrigue and desire. As he stepped inside, the flickering candles cast an enchanting glow, their warm light dancing across the opulent tapestries, creating a mesmerizing atmosphere. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood enveloped him, a heady fragrance that seemed to heighten his senses and prepare him for the encounter to come.

  Selene, the queen, stood before him, a vision of beauty and power. She had discarded her royal finery, opting for a simple yet alluring emerald silk robe that flowed gracefully around her. Her hair, a dark curtain of ink, fell freely, framing her face with an air of mystery. The sight of her took his breath away, and he felt a surge of desire course through his veins.

  "You are here, my king," she purred, her voice a seductive melody. "Not because I summoned you, but because I invited you. I wanted this moment to be ours, a private escape from the duties and expectations that bind us."

  Alistair, tired yet aroused, forced a smile, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, for Selene was a force to be reckoned with, especially in the realm of pleasure. Her fingers, light as a feather, brushed against his, and he noticed the calluses on her palms, a secret reminder of her archery lessons—a rebellious act that thrilled him to no end.

  "Drink," she commanded softly, offering him a goblet filled with dark, enticing wine. Alistair raised the cup, but Selene, with a playful glint in her eye, stopped him. "Not like that, my love. There's a way to truly savor this moment."

  With a graceful movement, she took a sip, her lips parting to reveal a hint of her perfect teeth. The wine glided down her throat, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. Then, in a move that took his breath away, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, initiating a kiss that was both gentle and intense.

  Their mouths met, a fusion of passion and desire. Selene's lips, soft and full, pressed against his, her tongue teasing his, exploring every crevice. Alistair groaned, his body responding to her touch, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, intertwining in a sensual waltz. Selene's hands roamed his chest, unfastening the clasps of his cloak, revealing his bare skin to her touch.

  As the kiss lingered, Selene's hands trailed down his chest, over his abdomen, and came to rest on his growing erection. She squeezed gently, a subtle hint of what was to come. Alistair's breath quickened, and a moan escaped his lips. Selene, with a mischievous smile, broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

  "I want to taste you, my king," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "Let me show you the pleasures of my mouth."

  With that, she knelt before him, her emerald robe pooling at her feet, revealing her flawless, naked form. Alistair's eyes widened at the sight, his body throbbing with anticipation. Selene, the dominant force she was, took his cock into her hand, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him gently. Then, with a confident movement, she leaned forward, her lips closing around his hardened flesh.

  Alistair let out a sharp intake of breath as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. Selene's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her lips sucking gently, her hand playing with his balls, massaging and teasing. She took him deep, her throat constricting around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her mouth was a haven, a place of pure ecstasy, and Alistair felt himself losing control.

  As she continued her expert oral ministrations, Selene's hand wandered, her fingers tracing his inner thighs, occasionally teasing his ass, sending shivers of delight up his spine. Her mouth worked him with a rhythm that was both enticing and relentless, her tongue dancing along the length of his shaft, leaving a trail of pleasure in its wake. Alistair's hands found their way to her hair, gently guiding her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

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  The queen's exhibitionist nature came to the fore as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire. She wanted him to see her, to witness her pleasure in serving him. Alistair's gaze locked with hers, and he felt a surge of power, knowing that he was the object of her desire, the focus of her attention.

  Selene's mouth worked him with increasing fervor, her hand joining in, stroking and caressing, bringing him closer to the brink. Her tongue flicked against his sensitive spot, and Alistair's body tensed, his muscles clenching in anticipation. With a final, expert swirl of her tongue, she took him deep once more, and Alistair surrendered to the inevitable, his body convulsing as he released his seed into her mouth.

  Selene, the consummate lover, swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his. She savored the moment, her lips still wrapped around him, before slowly releasing him with a soft pop. Alistair, spent yet exhilarated, looked down at her, his eyes filled with adoration and desire.

  "You are incredible, my queen," he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion.

  Selene, with a satisfied smile, stood and pulled him close, her body pressing against his. She guided his hands to her breasts, and he cupped them gently, his thumbs tracing the erect nipples. Selene moaned softly, her eyes closing in pleasure.

  "I want you to taste me, Alistair," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to explore every inch of me."

  Alistair, his meek personality melting away in the face of her dominance, eagerly obliged. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the valley between her breasts, before latching onto a nipple. He sucked gently, his teeth tugging playfully, eliciting a soft cry from Selene. Her hands found his hair, guiding his mouth, urging him to take more.

  As he suckled, Selene's body arched, her head falling back, exposing her neck. Alistair, ever the obedient lover, trailed kisses up her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves, his fingers finding their way to her wetness. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her heat and tightness, a contrast to the gentle nature he knew her to possess.

  Selene's breathing quickened, her hips moving in rhythm with his touch. "Oh, Alistair," she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "You know just how to please me."

  Alistair's fingers worked her, bringing her closer to the edge. He added a second finger, stretching her, his thumb teasing her clit. Selene's body tensed, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. With a final, expert stroke, he brought her to a shuddering climax, her body convulsing in pleasure.

  As her orgasm subsided, Selene's eyes opened, a look of satisfaction and desire in her gaze. She pulled him closer, her hands sliding down his back, grasping his firm ass. "I want you inside me, my king," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you fill me, claim me."

  Alistair, his desire rekindled, lifted her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, a soft, luxurious haven, and laid her down gently. Selene, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, spread her legs, inviting him in. Alistair, his cock hardened once more, positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers.

  With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Selene's eyes widened, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Alistair's cock stretched her, the sensation of being filled by him sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He began to move, his strokes slow and purposeful, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, bringing forth drops of milk.

  Alistair's mouth found her neck, his teeth gently biting, leaving marks of their passion. Selene's hands gripped his hair, her nails digging into his scalp, as she met his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. The bed creaked softly, a rhythmic accompaniment to their lovemaking.

  As their pace quickened, Selene's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him. Alistair's hands roamed her curves, his fingers tracing her hips, his thumbs caressing her clit, bringing her to the brink once more. Selene's eyes rolled back, her body tensing, as she rode the waves of pleasure, her inner muscles clenching around him.

  With a final, powerful thrust, Alistair buried himself deep within her, his body shuddering as he reached his climax. He filled her with his seed, his body collapsing onto hers, their hearts pounding in unison. Selene, her eyes closed, a look of contentment on her face, wrapped her legs around him, holding him close.

  Alistair, his breath coming in short gasps, looked down at her, his love and his queen. "You are mine, Selene," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "My heart, my soul, my everything."

  Selene, her eyes opening, smiled up at him, a look of pure love and satisfaction. "And you, my king, are mine," she replied, her voice soft and tender. "Always and forever."

  They lay there, entwined, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating as one. The queen's chambers, now silent, bore witness to their love, a love that transcended their royal duties and embraced the raw, intense pleasure of their intimate connection.