My Queen

[Ty****]

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You head was in between the Queen’s thighs, 

A place you had been many times this night.

Yet each time you were there was as if the first

Making you want her so much that it actually hurt

You only hoped that the Queen wanted you as well

However, even if she wanted that, you couldn’t tell

The Queen was of course fickle with who was allowed 

To penetrate her core with that which you were endowed 

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After her third orgasm, you feel your head lifted slightly

As the Queen’s right hand gripped your head tightly

“Yes my Queen? Is there something you want or need?”

“I want you to take a break from doing this wonderful deed.

For I feel as if my heart will beat entirely free from my chest.”

The Queen’s breath slowed, as you waited for the next test.

When the Queen next spoke, her voice was again as before

And you wondered if you would now be thrown to the floor

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“There is still something else that I desire from you…”

“Yes, my Queen? For there is nothing that I will not do.”

The Queen then pulled you by the hair up to meet her,

Making you think of new ways to give her pleasure.

She lifted your face so she could look into your eyes.

Her voice then waivered  a bit, yet she continued to try

“I-I need something thick and full, with enough length to see…

Unfortunately, I need your w-worthless self to make love to me.”

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Your smile was so broad, you were worried that it might break

Although, you knew that with this, you could not make a mistake

You brushed a few stray stands from her divinely beautiful face

Knowing that no other Queen, divine or no, could take her place

“I will gladly give you what you require of me, my exquisite Queen,

Tonight, I will give you a night as there has never before been.”

You then take hold of her hand and lead it down past your chest

To take hold of your straining cock, already dripping at the crest.

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“Please, my Queen,” you plead to her almost desperately,

“Please lead me into you,” you say to her affectionately.

The Queen took hold, yet dug her long nails into your skin

You try not to cry out in ***, even as the world began to spin

The Queen even gave the head of your cock a little twist,

The *** causing you to let out a deeply anguished hiss

The Queen then chuckled maliciously before guiding you inside

You couldn’t imagine a better feeling even if you had tried.

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The Queen arched her back, her hips coming up to meet your own

Her hands going to your back, her nails digging in causing you to groan

Yet when the Queen’s hands brushed over the slashes, still healing

Again you saw white as you clenched your teeth to keep from screaming

The Queen, growing impatient, slapped your back to get you moving

This time you let out a yelp of ***, then said “My apologies, my Queen”

You continue to move your hips even as pleasure flowed through your veins

Pleasure you immediately try to push away, until everything was ***

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“Don't you dare cum, you filthy whore!” The Queen exclaimed out loud.

“Yes, my Queen,” was all you managed to say, your head bowed

You kept from looking her in the eyes, lest you lose yourself completely

“This was not about you, idiot”  you had to remind yourself repeatedly

Instead, you tried to focus on the still open and ***y lash marks

Not the feelings that had begun to invade your heavily beating heart

The Queen then arched her back again, exclaiming out once more

No words did she say, just the guttural sounds of orgasm number four

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You remained still, awaiting the next order from your divine Queen.

A moment passed, as the Queen’s heart went back to what it had been.

The all of a sudden, the Queen pushes you right off her, onto the floor

“My Queen, is there any way in which I may serve or service you more?”

When the Queen remained silent, you thought about going back to your room

When you stood up, the Queen said “Will I be seeing you again soon?”

You chuckled to yourself before replying, “Whenever you wish of me, 

I will come and provide service, whenever you have need of me, my Queen.”

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END of PART 8

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