The throne room, a majestic sanctuary adorned with intricate tapestries and gilded accents, transformed into a realm of uninhibited passion as Queen Selene and King Alistair found themselves alone, their desires igniting a fire that burned brighter than the flickering candles. The heavy velvet curtains, drawn to create an intimate ambiance, cast a soft glow, contrasting the regal grandeur of the surroundings.

  Selene, a vision of regal beauty, stood before the throne, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and dominance. She wore a simple yet elegant gown, its fabric hugging her curves, accentuating her flawless figure. Alistair, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, approached with a blend of reverence and lust, his eyes fixated on her every move.

  "My queen, you are a vision," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "A temptation I cannot resist. Your beauty is a beacon, guiding me towards pleasure."

  Selene's lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "Then, my king, let us resist no more," she purred. "Tonight, I shall show you the true essence of pleasure, a journey we shall embark upon together."

  Alistair's hands, guided by an instinctive desire, reached for her, his fingers gently tracing the delicate straps of her gown. With a subtle tug, he exposed her shoulders, revealing the smooth, flawless skin that led to her breasts. Selene's breath caught, her eyes closing in pleasure as his fingers brushed against her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine.

  "Oh, Alistair, your touch is like a flame," she breathed, her voice filled with anticipation and surrender. "It ignites a fire within me, a desire I cannot contain."

  Alistair's eyes, dark and intense, devoured her, his hands roaming her body with a reverence that bordered on worship. He undid the intricate lace that held her gown together, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her naked form, a masterpiece of nature. Selene stood before him, her breasts full and inviting, her waist narrowing to a perfect hourglass figure, and her hips a promise of untamed pleasure.

  "You are a work of art, my love," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "A masterpiece I long to explore, to cherish, and to claim as my own."

  Selene's hands found his, guiding them to her breasts. Alistair's fingers traced her nipples, his thumbs teasing and pinching, bringing forth soft moans from her lips. She leaned back, her head resting against the throne, her eyes closed in pleasure, as his touch sent waves of desire coursing through her body.

  "Oh, yes, my king," she sighed, her voice carrying a hint of demand. "Touch me, caress me, make me yours. I surrender to your every desire."

  Alistair's mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing her delicate skin, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down her body. His hands roamed her curves, his fingers tracing her hips, his thumbs caressing her inner thighs, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

  "I want you, Selene," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel your body, to taste your passion, to make you mine. I crave the sweetness of your lips, the warmth of your skin, and the intensity of your desire."

  Selene's eyes snapped open, a look of pure dominance and desire in her gaze. "Then, my king, take me," she commanded, her voice low and commanding. "Show me the passion that burns within you, the roughness that excites me. I want to feel your dominance, to be yours completely."

  With a sudden movement, Selene knelt before Alistair, her eyes fixed on his groin. Her hands, skilled and confident, found his cock, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him gently. Alistair's breath caught, his body tensing as her touch brought him to the brink of ecstasy.

  Selene's mouth, a portal to paradise, closed around his cock, her lips sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the head. She took him deep, her throat constricting around him, her hand stroking in perfect rhythm. Alistair's hands found her hair, his fingers tangling in her locks, as he felt the intense pleasure building within him.

  "Oh, Selene, you are a goddess," he groaned, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surrender. "Your mouth, your touch, it's beyond words. You know just how to drive me wild."

  Selene, the consummate lover, continued her expert oral ministrations, her mouth working him with a rhythm that was both enticing and relentless. Her hand joined in, stroking and caressing, bringing him closer to the edge. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire, her lips glistening with his essence.

  "I want you inside me, my king," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fill me, claim me. I crave the sensation of your cock deep within my body."

  Alistair, his body throbbing with desire, lifted her, his arms wrapping around her, and carried her to the throne. He laid her down gently, her body spreading across the soft cushions, a vision of sensuality and desire. Selene's eyes, filled with passion, locked with his, a silent language of their shared longing.

  With a slow, deliberate movement, Alistair positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Selene's breath quickened, her eyes widening as she felt the head of his cock tease her opening. She arched her back, her breasts rising, her hands gripping the throne's armrests, ready to embrace the pleasure that awaited.

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  Alistair, his eyes never leaving hers, entered her slowly, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. Selene's body tensed, a soft cry escaping her lips, a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and lust.

  "Are you ready, my queen?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Do you want me to take you, to claim you as mine, to make you mine forever?"

  Selene's eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and desire. "Oh, yes, my king," she breathed. "Take me, claim me, make me yours. I want to feel your dominance, your passion, and your love. I surrender to you, body and soul."

  With a deep, primal growl, Alistair began to move, his cock thrusting deep within her. Selene's body responded, her hips gyrating in perfect rhythm, her eyes closed in pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the throne room, a symphony of their intense passion.

  "Oh, gods, Selene, you feel incredible," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So tight, so warm, so perfect. I'm yours, my love, forever and always."

  Selene's hands found his hair, her fingers gripping tightly, as she met his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. Her eyes opened, a look of pure pleasure on her face, as she felt the intense pleasure building within her.

  "Yes, my king," she moaned, her voice carrying a mix of surrender and ecstasy. "Faster, harder. I want to feel you deep inside me, to be consumed by your passion."

  Alistair's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, his body responding to her demands. Selene's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, bringing him closer to the brink of his own pleasure.

  "I'm going to make you come, my queen," he growled, his voice filled with a mix of desire and dominance. "I'm going to bring you to heights of pleasure you've never imagined. I'll make you mine, over and over again."

  Selene's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes rolled back, her body arching, as she reached her climax, her inner muscles convulsing around him. Alistair, feeling her orgasm, surrendered to his own, his body convulsing as he filled her with his seed, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.

  As their orgasms merged, Selene's body collapsed onto the throne, her breath coming in soft, satisfied sighs. Alistair, his body spent yet exhilarated, lay beside her, their hearts pounding in unison. The throne room, now silent, bore witness to their intense passion, a love that transcended their royal duties and ignited a fire that would forever burn within their hearts.

  After a brief respite, Selene's eyes opened, a look of renewed desire in her gaze. "I want more, my king," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of lust and dominance. "I want to ride you, to feel your cock deep within me, to control our pleasure."

  Alistair, his desire rekindled, sat up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Then, my queen, take what you desire," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "Show me the aggressive side of your nature. Ride me, dominate me, and let me feel your passion."

  Selene, with a confident movement, positioned herself atop him, her legs spreading wide, her body pressing against his. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips finding his neck, her teeth nibbling gently.

  "I'm in control now, my king," she purred, her voice low and commanding. "I'll take what I want, when I want. I'll ride you, I'll dominate you, and I'll make you mine."

  With a graceful movement, Selene began to ride him, her hips gyrating in a sensual rhythm, 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.

  "Oh, Selene, you're incredible," he groaned, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surrender. "Your body, your passion, it's overwhelming. I'm yours, my love, forever."

  Selene's pace quickened, her eyes closed in pleasure, her body responding to the intense sensations. She leaned back, her breasts rising and falling with each thrust, her hands gripping the throne's armrests, her legs wrapping around Alistair's waist, pulling him deeper within her.

  "I'm yours, my king," she breathed, her voice carrying a mix of surrender and dominance. "Take me, claim me. Make me yours, again and again."

  Alistair's hands found her ass, his fingers digging into her firm flesh, as he met her thrusts, his body responding to her aggressive nature. Selene's moans turned to cries, her body trembling, as she reached her climax once more. Alistair, feeling her orgasm, surrendered to his own, his body convulsing as he filled her with his seed, a testament to their unyielding love.

  As their orgasms merged, Selene's body collapsed onto Alistair's, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one. The throne room, a witness to their intense passion, held their secret, a bond that only they shared, a love that transcended all boundaries.

  After a moment of rest, Selene's eyes opened, a look of renewed desire in her gaze. "I want to feel you deeper, my king," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of lust and dominance. "I want to be dominated, to be yours completely."

  Alistair, his body charged with desire, lifted her, his arms wrapping around her, and carried her to the front of the throne. He positioned her on all fours, her ass raised high, her body a perfect offering. Selene's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and surrender, her hands gripping the throne's armrests, ready for the pleasure to come.

  With a deep, primal growl, Alistair entered her from behind, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. Selene's body tensed, a soft moan escaping her lips, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. He began to thrust, his cock pounding into her, his hands gripping her hips, his body responding to her aggressive nature.

  "Oh, Selene, you're mine," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Your body, your ass, it's perfection. I'm going to fuck you hard, make you mine, and show you the depths of my passion."

  Selene's moans filled the throne room, her body responding to his every thrust, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, bringing him closer to the brink. She leaned forward, her head resting on the throne, her eyes closed in pleasure, her body surrendering to the intense sensations.

  "Yes, my king," she moaned, her voice carrying a mix of surrender and ecstasy. "Fuck me harder, claim me, own me. I'm yours to take, to dominate, and to love."

  Alistair's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, his body responding to her demands. Selene's moans turned to cries, her body trembling, as she reached her climax, her inner muscles convulsing around him. Alistair, feeling her orgasm, surrendered to his own, his body convulsing as he filled her with his seed, a symbol of their unbreakable connection.

  As their orgasms merged, Selene's body collapsed onto the throne, her breath coming in soft, satisfied sighs. Alistair, his body spent yet exhilarated, lay beside her, their hearts pounding in unison. The throne room, now silent, held their secret, a bond that only they shared, a love that transcended their royal duties and ignited a fire that would forever burn within their souls.