The cool evening breeze caressed their skin as Selene and Alistair stepped onto the moonlit balcony, their presence casting an air of anticipation and desire. The kingdom below lay asleep, unaware of the passionate encounter about to unfold. Selene, in all her naked glory, stood with an air of confidence and allure, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken invitation. Alistair, captivated by her beauty, couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight played on her flawless skin, highlighting the delicate curves of her body.

  "Remember our wedding night, my love?" Selene's voice, soft yet commanding, broke the silence. "The stars above envied my happiness, didn't they?"

  Alistair's laugh rumbled deep within him, a sound filled with both nostalgia and desire. "And you called me a poet with no words to describe your beauty," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "But on that night, my verse was true."

  Selene's hand reached out, her fingers tracing the scar on his collarbone, a reminder of their shared battles and the bond that united them. "And so it is tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Our passion burns brighter than any star."

  As if in a dance choreographed by the gods themselves, Selene moved closer, her body pressing against his, igniting a fire within him. Her lips, soft and inviting, met his in a gentle kiss, a prelude to the intense passion that was to come. Alistair's hands, guided by an instinctive desire, found their way to her waist, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her hips.

  The balcony, with its stone balustrade and open view of the kingdom, became their private sanctuary. Selene, with a graceful movement, leaned back against the cool stone, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, inviting Alistair to explore her body. He obliged, his hands roaming freely, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

  In a moment of pure intimacy, Selene's eyes drifted to the garden below, where a group of maids had gathered, their faces illuminated by the moon's soft glow. A hint of hesitation crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of determination and unapologetic desire.

  "Let them see, Alistair," she said, her voice carrying a hint of challenge. "Let them witness the passion that burns between us. Let them know that their queen is unashamed and desires her king with every fiber of her being."

  Alistair's body tensed, a mix of excitement and protectiveness washing over him. "Selene, they're watching," he said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and concern. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

  She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye, and leaned closer, her breath mingling with his. "Oh, my love, I want them to see. I want them to know that I, Queen Selene, take what is mine without shame. And I want them to see how you, my king, pleasure me, how you make me moan and writhe with desire."

  Alistair's hands tightened around her waist, his desire igniting at the thought of their audience. Selene, with a confident stride, walked towards the stone table, her naked form a work of art, and climbed atop it, her legs spreading wide, inviting him to join her.

  "Come, my king," she purred, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Let us show them how a true king worships his queen."

  Alistair's heart pounded in his chest as he approached the table, his eyes never leaving Selene's. He climbed onto the table, his body pressing against hers, their naked forms intertwining. Selene's hands roamed his chest, her fingers tracing his nipples, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

  "Oh, Selene," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You know how to tempt me, how to make me lose all control."

  Selene's mouth found his neck, her teeth nibbling gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her tongue traced a path down his chest, her breath hot and intoxicating. Alistair's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her erect nipples, bringing forth a soft moan from her lips.

  "I want you, Alistair," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel your touch, your kiss, your love. I want to be yours, completely and utterly."

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  Alistair's eyes darkened with a mix of adoration and lust. He leaned in, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing and exploring. Selene's hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, as their kiss deepened, becoming a fusion of desire and love.

  Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of passion. Selene's hips gyrated against his, her eyes closed in pleasure, as she felt the intensity of his desire. Alistair's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing her curves, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulders.

  "You are mine, Selene," he breathed, his voice filled with a possessive love. "My queen, my desire, my everything."

  Selene's eyes snapped open, a look of pure dominance and desire in her gaze. "And I am yours, my king," she replied, her voice low and commanding. "But tonight, I want to show you, and them, just how much I desire you. I want to be yours, but on my terms."

  With a graceful movement, Selene positioned herself atop Alistair, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body pressing against his. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips finding his ear. "Watch me, my love," she whispered, her breath hot and enticing. "Watch as I take what I want, as I ride you, as I bring us both to heights of pleasure."

  Alistair's eyes widened, his body responding to her words and actions. He reached for her, his hands cupping her bottom, his fingers digging into her firm flesh, as he felt the urgency of their desire building. Selene's mouth trailed kisses down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, leaving a trail of marks as a testament to their passion.

  "Oh, gods, Selene," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You drive me wild. I want to please you, to make you moan my name."

  Selene's eyes sparkled with a mix of pleasure and dominance. She began to move, her hips gyrating in a sensual rhythm, her body pressing against his, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Alistair's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing her curves, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulders.

  "I'm yours, my queen," he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. "Always and forever."

  Selene's eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on her face. She leaned back, her arms reaching above her head, offering herself fully to him and their audience below. The maids, transfixed by the display of unadulterated passion, watched with a mix of awe and desire. Some covered their mouths, their eyes wide with shock, while others let out soft moans, their bodies responding to the intense love-making above.

  Alistair's eyes flickered to the maids, a mix of excitement and possessiveness washing over him. Selene, sensing his desire, leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth, her hands gripping his hair, as she took control, riding him with increasing intensity.

  "Mine," she growled, her voice low and commanding. "All mine, my king. Feel me, taste me, love me."

  Alistair's hands found her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, bringing forth a soft cry from her lips. He leaned in, his mouth finding her neck, his teeth grazing her delicate skin, leaving a trail of hickeys as a mark of their love. Selene's body arched, her head falling back, her eyes closed in pleasure.

  "Oh, Alistair," she moaned, her voice carrying a mix of surrender and ecstasy. "You know just how to make me feel alive, how to bring me to the brink of pleasure."

  As their passion built, Selene's hands found his hair, her fingers tangling in his locks, as she pulled him closer, her mouth meeting his in a desperate kiss. Their tongues dueled, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding as one.

  "I want you, my love," Selene whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you deep within me, filling me, claiming me."

  Alistair, his desire ignited, entered her slowly, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. Selene's eyes widened, a look of pure ecstasy on her face, as she felt him deep within her core. Their bodies moved as one, their pace increasing, their moans filling the night air.

  "Oh, Selene, I'm yours," he groaned, his body trembling with desire. "I give myself to you, body and soul."

  Selene's hands roamed his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles, her nails leaving faint marks as a sign of her possession. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her mouth finding his neck, her teeth nibbling gently.

  "I'm yours, my king," she breathed, her voice carrying a mix of love and desire. "Always and forever."

  Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and love. Selene's hips gyrated, her eyes closed, her body responding to every thrust, every touch. Alistair's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing her curves, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulders.

  As their passion reached its peak, Selene's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around him, her moans turning to cries of ecstasy. Alistair, feeling her climax, surrendered to his own release, his body convulsing as he filled her with his seed.

  In that moment, as their orgasms merged, the kingdom below lay silent, a witness to the intense love and desire that bound Selene and Alistair together. The cool night air carried their whispered promises, a testament to their unbreakable bond and the passion that burned within their hearts.