I'm Yours

[Ty****]

The halls were quiet with the night’s stillness, with the moon shining in through the sc*ttered windows along the right side of the hallway. Suddenly a woman’s shriek broke the silence like a shattered glass.

Immediately the hall lit up with several servants running down the hallway and to their Queen’s bedroom. A door opened and a slave asked the passing female servant “Again?” They didn't answer, just nodded as she ran past. The slave shut the door and cursed to himself.

He wanted to run to her. To comfort her. To help her. To do anything he could for her. However, unless summoned, he was powerless to do anything. He was but a slave, with no rights or privileges. Cursing again, he paced back and forth in the room he shared with two other men.

“There is nothing you can do,” one slave stated from his bed along the far side of the room.

The pacing slave stopped in his tracks and faced the other slave. His face stern, his blue eyes resolute. “I’m going to go see her…” he stated, immediately hearing his friend groan in frustration.

“You do and she will have your head. And I don't mean the one on your shoulders.”

The slave knew the dangers, yet something in him wouldn't be quiet. It called out to him each time he heard his Queen shout out in *** almost every night. Just then, another scream rang out, this one more ***ed than the first. The sound reverberated in the slave, steeling his nerve and firming his decision.

“I have to see her…” he stated to his friend, gaining another groan. The slave walked quickly over to the door and opened it.

“You're a dead man!” his friend called after him as the slave started to run down the hallway to the room where his Queen resided.

He slowed as he approached, stopping short of opening the door. The slave breathed deep, knowing full well the dangers that awaited him if he was wrong. However, there was something deep inside of him that told him that this is where he needed to be. With an audible gulp, the slave knocked on the door softly.

After a moment, the same female servant from before opened the door and leveled a stern gaze upon him. “What are you doing here?” she hissed in a low whisper. “The Queen is…” a look of intense worry appeared in her eyes as she took a quick look back over her shoulder. “The Queen is indisposed…” the servant hissed again as she returned her eyes back to the slave.

“Let me see her…” the slave practically begged, his voice laced with worry and need. “Please…”

The woman stood still as she debated her inner self on whether to risk letting the other slave into the room.

“Who is it?” the ***ed voice of the Queen could be heard from in the room. She sounded drained, almost defeated, which only increased the slave’s worry over her.

The woman turned to face the Queen, her hands twisting together as she fought to find the right words. She could lie and say that it was no one, yet if one thing was forbidden it was to lie to their Queen. She would know immediately that they were not telling the truth, and the punishment would be severe…

“A-a male s-slave, my Queen…” she ***fully replied.

The slave gently pushed past the woman guarding the door and entered the room. There on the bed surrounded by fluffy pillows was his Queen, holding on to herself as if she were about to break apart any second.

“Why are you here?” the Queen heatedly stated, obviously in no mood for whatever the slave wanted. She didn't even raise her head from the pillow as she spoke, her face pale and tear stains were obvious down her cheeks.

“Let me help you…” the slave stated in a plea. So sure he was that he needed to be there in the room with his Queen, the slave suddenly found himself without words. “I-I want to help you, my Queen…”

The Queen batted him away as she rolled over to her other side, away from the slave. “Leave me be. I am in no mood for your pleasures…”

The slave cautiously stepped closer to the bed, still resolute in his mission to aid her in whatever way he could. “I know you are in ***, my Queen… Let me help ease it for you. I know that I cannot take it all away, however, please let me help…” he replied in a soft, caring tone.

Something in the tone of his voice caught hold of the Queen, as she rolled back over to face the slave. “How can you help?” the Queen asked, her voice heavy with *** as tears rolled down from her eyes onto the pillow beneath.

“Please my Queen… Allow me to ease your ***…” A short moment passed where she didn’t say anything, uncertainty clearly showing from her beautiful brown eyes. Then with an outstretched hand, she motioned for the slave to approach.

The slave took a seat next to his Queen on the bed, unsure for a moment as to what to do. It was a feeling in his chest that told him that he must be there, but it gave no indication as to what to do when he finally was. Gulping again, the slave took a chance and leaned down, placing a chaste kiss upon her lips.

Immediately, a relaxing sigh escaped from the Queen’s lips as if on cue. The slave smiled to himself, placing another kiss on her jaw, then another just below on her throat. Bracing his arms on either side of her, the slave continued his kisses along her neck, up to her ear.

“Please, trust me…” he whispered in her ear, his voice heavy with a mixture of lust and concern.

The Queen rolled over onto her back, opening herself up to the slave above her. Perhaps it was the ***, or the way the slave spoke to her… Something in her cried out to be touched by him.

As he continued to kiss down her neck to her collarbone, his hand found her breast, barely covered by the thin material that she wore as a dress. Gently he massaged there, greeted by soft moans that drifted down to him as his kisses moved lower to her chest. The same hand on her breast moved the cloth, freeing it to both his sight and his kisses.

Gently he licked her dark pink areola before taking her nipple into his mouth. Another moan escaped from his Queen’s lips. Her arms released their tight hold on herself and instead found their way to his bare back. Instinctively she started to pull him closer, yet he was careful not to put his weight upon her as he lavished attention on her breast. He then moved to the other breast, repeating his loving kisses and sucking gently on her nipple.

His hand slid down the side of her body, following the lush curves until he reached her ripe ass. There he squeezed it gently before moving his hand around to find the center of her body. Once his fingers found her slit, he ran a single finger down the centre of it, eliciting a deep moan from her. The slave chuckled to himself softly, lifting his head so he could look directly into his Queen’s eyes.

“What does my Queen require of her slave?” he whispered huskily, a slight teasing tone to his voice. When she bit her lip, refusing to answer, the slave again chuckled to himself. Finding her clit with his fingers, he began to massage the small nub he found there. He then lowered his head to place more kisses upon her neck until he got to her ear. “Tell me…” he whispered, unsure of how she would react.

To his delight and pleasure, the Queen let out another moan before whispering back to him in the same husky tone. “Why should I tell you? You seem to be doing well on your own…” she half chuckled in response.

The slave inserted a single finger into her pussy, causing her back to arch slightly. “Is this what she wants? To have her divine pussy lavished with attention?” Again, his tone was teasing. The slave didn't know where this new found playful disobedience came from, yet his Queen seemed to be enjoying it. And so he continued by again whispering into her ear the words “Tell me…”

Getting slightly frustrated both from the need for increased pleasure, but also her slave’s coyness, the Queen grabbed a thick chunk of his hair and pushed his head lower down her body until it was level with her groin. “Do your work” she demanded, still holding tightly to his hair. The slave chuckled before leaving a long lick along her already wet pussy. “Oh… yes…” The Queen moaned deeply, pulling his head closer. Taking her moan as encouragement, the slave moved his hands under her ass and lifted it up slightly.

The slave then went to work, licking and suckling on her labia and clit, eliciting even more moans from his Queen. Making sure to stick his ever eager tongue into her vagina, fully tasting her divine juices. Suddenly a moan came out of the slave as his face was pressed against her pussy, his hands slipping around to her thighs, holding her to him. The moan itself was normal, but the possessive nature to the moan startled the slave into almost stopping what he was doing.

It was a strange sensation to the slave, having been a slave all of his life. He had no right to be possessive, especially of his Queen, who had many lovers depending on her whim. Yet there in that moment, a sense of wanting to claim his Queen crept up his spine. It was so strange that it caused the slave to shake his head, trying to dispel the foreign notion. This may be his Queen, but he was but a slave, and he had no claim or ownership over her.

The Queen noticed the slave slow in his ministrations, and she lifted his head up from her pussy. Using her free hand, she slapped the slave across the face, ironically helping the slave clear his head from such foolish thoughtsw. “I didn’t say you could stop, you worthless slut!”

“Yes, my Queen. My apologies, but I was wondering if you would like something more substantial than just my tongue?”

The Queen’s eyebrow raised and a seductive smile appeared across her face. “Oh? Perhaps it is my slave who wishes to have his cock washed with my juices…” she lightly teased.

The slave chuckled softly. “As always, my Queen, I desire for you. In every way that you will allow me…” his blue eyes sparkling with lust and mischief.

The Queen tilted her head and looked at him sternly for a moment. After considering her thoughts, she seemed to have made up her mind when she reached down and took hold of the loop in his collar. With his help, she pulled him down to the bed and on to his back. There she positioned herself so she was sitting directly on his groin, and ground her slick pussy up and down his hard shaft.

The slave closed his eyes tight as the pleasurable sensations rippled through him. “It seems you are already ready for my pussy… Isn't that right, you little slut?” the Queen questioned, her voice a small mixture of her own lust and mischief. The slave under her smiled broadly as he watched his Queen above him.

“I am but a humble slave, my Queen. I am here to serve you…” he paused and stared into her eyes. “In whichever way she needs me…” his voice heavy with lust as he spoke the second part.

The Queen again slapped the slave across the face. “I do not need you!” she stated in a huff. “I use you as I would any slave.”

“Of course, my Queen. Please accept my apologies. I only meant that I am here to serve you and your needs.”

A smile crossed the Queen’s face once more, obviously sated with that answer. “Speaking of which…” the Queen brought her hand down in between them to his erect cock. “You are not cum, do you understand me?” she stated coldly as she began stroking his thick cock up and down.

“Of course, my Queen…”

The Queen shifted her body so she was kneeling above him with his head in between her thighs. She then leaned forward so she could continue stroking his cock slowly. “You know what to do, slave.”

The slave was about to start to lavish her pussy with attention once more, when a stroke of defiance again grew along his spine and before he could stop himself, he uttered just as coldly as she had spoken to him. “What does my Queen desire?”

Growing irritated with his defiance, but still for some reason willing to tolerate it, the Queen instead slapped his balls hard, causing him to nearly double over from underneath her. “Must I tell you to do everything, or can your small brain figure it out for itself?”

“Tell me…” he whispered in response, knowing he risked his balls and cock both with his defiance, yet he couldn't stop the words from coming out. “Please, tell me, my Queen…” he tried again, adjusting his tone to be more properly submissive.

Again, the Queen punched his balls, harder this time than the last. “You worthless slave!” she screeched, grabbing a tight hold of his cock in her hand. The hold was so tight, that her nails were digging into the sensitive skin there. “You will lick and pleasure my pussy until I tell you to stop!” She then twisted his cock, causing the slave to cry out in ***. With another squeeze and twist, the Queen practically sat on the slave’s face with her pussy right over his mouth.

Despite the immense *** he was in, the slave ***d his mind to focus on his own lust as he began licking, at first slowly, then gaining more urgency as the seconds passed. Licking first around her labia before his tongue found its place at her engorged clit. There he paid special attention until he could hear her moans coming from below him.

“Mmm, much better…” the Queen breathed out as she stroked his hard cock. Bending down slightly and gently bit the head of his cock. The slave let out a gasp, but quickly went back to his work, licking and sucking on the Queen’s perfect pussy. The Queen chuckled before biting again, this time a little harder. Again the slave hissed in ***, his hips lifting instinctively towards the Queen even more. “It would seem your pathetic little cock gets excited when it is in ***…” she laughed softly.

“As with the rest of me, my Queen. My *** is your pleasure, which makes my pathetic cock even harder. My apologies, my Queen…:”

The Queen laughed again before grabbing his cock tightly in her hand, her nails once more digging into his sensitive flesh. She then lowered her head and took the entire length into her mouth right down to the hilt of his hard shaft. Again the slave gasped loudly as his hips raised once more in response. However, any pleasure was immediately washed away as the Queen squeezed his tender balls in her hand as head slowly came back up his shaft before plunging back down quickly.

“My Queen, please… I will not last long if you continue to do that…” the slave pleaded in a soft whine.

The Queen giggled a little as she continued to lick and suck on his cock, all the while still squeezing his balls tightly in her hand. Finally the Queen sat up straight, rotating her hips as she ground her pussy against his mouth. “You will not cum, you worthless slut. Do you understand me, worm?”

“Of course, my Queen…”

The Queen moved herself down his body, making sure to drag her wet and dripping pussy across his torso and down to his hips. Once there, she took hold of his cock and plunged herself all the way down, inserting him as deep as he could go. Instantly she let out a deep sigh, as if something heavy was lifted from her chest.

The slave brought his hands to her hips, guiding her gently as she rocked herself against him. With nails digging into his legs, she rode him slowly with her back to him. Only a few minutes passed before the Queen felt another vision coming upon her. Afraid of the ***, she stopped still and placed a hand on her chest as the tremors began to be felt.

“My Queen, look at me…”

The Queen barely heard him above her own ***, yet something in her commanded that she turn and listen to him.

“Please…” he whispered, eroding what was left of her stubborn demeanor. Coming off of him, the Queen turned around so she sat on his hips looking down at him. “Use me…” he softly commanded.

The Queen looked at him skeptically for a moment before the tremors began to shake her more visibly. The slave took hold of her by the waist and brought her down so her cheek rested against his chest. He then wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him.

The oncoming vision shook the Queen down to her bones, yet for some reason, it wasn't as ***ful as they normally were. She did not cry out, only expressed a deep sigh as the vision finally passed. The Queen sat up and looked down at him, incredualty showing on her beautiful face.

“Who… who are you?” the Queen gasped, her body wavering slightly.

The slave, unable to help himself anymore, put his hand on the side of her neck and pulled her down to meet his far too eager lips. There, he kissed her passionately, for the first time letting his feelings free and into the deep kiss they shared.

After a moment, the slave whispered against her lips, “I’m yours…”

The Queen looked at him briefly, only to feel the fatigue that she experienced after visions take over and she collapsed fully onto the slave below. The slave wrapped his arms around her once more, holding her to him.

“I’m yours…” he repeated in a soft whisper into the quiet of the night.

[To****]

Yes

[sl****]

I got hard asf from reading this