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Early the next morning…
Queen woke up with her mouth dry and her body aching all over, her skin sore and sensitive, but in a good way. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and letting out a soft moan as she felt the delicious soreness in her muscles. She sat up, the silk sheets falling away from her naked body, and glanced at the clock on the bedside table, the soft glow of the numbers illuminating the darkened room.
"Already eight?" she murmured, surprised that she had slept in so late. Normally, she would have been up at the crack of dawn, attending to her royal duties abut this and that, like typical things. But today… today was different.
Today, she was free to indulge in her desires, to explore the depths of her sexuality, because why not?
