The palace gates parted as the king returned, disappointed from his fruitless search.
His armor was dusty. His cape was torn at the edge. His sword still hung at his side, though he had not used it once in all his search.
With a dull and irritated expression, he entered the palace. The moment he entered, two warm arms wrapped around him.
It was the queen.
She wore almost nothing, only her panties and a thin, transparent shirt. She hugged him tightly, pressing her large breasts against him, and whispered seductively,
"Husband, I have missed you so much."
Then she tipped on her toes and kissed him aggressively, her tongue twisting with his. it took him a second to realize what was happening. after which, he hugged her tightly and returned her love.
He also missed her very much and would love to vent his pent-up frustration on her pussy.
After kissing for over a minute, he separated from her lips, which was a little difficult since she wouldn't let go of his.
"No need to rush, honey... I'm not going anywhere soon. you have me all to yourself for the night," he whispered as he began to take off his armor.
"I want it now!"
Demanded the queen as she helped him disarm his armor. He paused for a moment. He sensed something was off; his wife had never acted this lustful before, but on second thought, he just chalked it up to the fact that he had been away for over a month.
"Yes, honey, I will give it now, as you demand," he said mischievously. His hands blurred, ding! ding! A second later, all of his armor fell to the ground, and he picked her up in a princess carry and blurred towards the bedroom.
"Heeee!"
The queen let out a squeal and buried her head in his chest.
A few seconds later, they arrived at the door of their bedroom, and bam! He kicked it open and arrived in front of the bed. He then threw the queen onto it.
He then crawled onto the bed.
The queen crawled toward him, seductively, meeting him halfway, and they joined together once more in a kiss. While kissing, he removed her shirt, revealing her huge breasts. He then lowered his head and licked the tip of her right nipple, which was hard with arousal.
~AH~ She embraced his head, pulling him closer, then raised her head upwards, and moaned loudly.
He started cupping her left breast. Her moans grew louder as the pleasure grew. Soon, she started trembling as an orgasm washed over her body. Liquid gushed from her pussy, staining her panty and the bed.
He smiled with a feeling of accomplishment. One of the greatest feelings for a man is seeing his woman squirming in pleasure that he inflicts. Plus, he had never made her come this quickly.
He then lowered himself between her legs and started removing her panties slowly. She adjusted her body so he could remove it more easily, a string of her love juice trailing behind as he pulled it down. Soon she was completely naked, and she spread her legs, revealing her pink, dripping pussy to him, while also gazing at him with an extremely seductive expression, her hair messy, her eyes dim and dazed, biting the lower right side of her lip.
Witnessing this sight, the king was turned on to the maximum, his blood pumping at extreme speed, his average cock pulsating with hunger. Without wasting a second, he dove to her pussy.
Devouring it like a starving beast.
His tongue moved at a blurring speed, as it sang like a whirlwind over her folds. Her back arched. Her left hand grabbed the bedhead, and her right hand grabbed his head, pulling him deeper, as she shut her eyes and screamed in pleasure.
He separated her folds with his hands and inserted his tongue inside like a worm. It twisted and turned, sending her to the peak. Her liquid gushed into his mouth. After tasting it, he drank like he was dehydrated. It had never tasted that good before, and he wondered if that was a byproduct of her waiting over a month.
But only if he knew.
After being satisfied with the feeling of her inner walls, he attacked her pleasure ball,
Intensifying her pleasure.
After a while, he rose, wiped his chin that was stained with her love juice. He then grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him. She slipped her hand to her pussy and spread it wide, welcoming him home.
And without hesitation, he entered.
~aaaah~
They moaned simultaneously, as her folds pulsated around his cock. Their tongues locked as he stroked at blurring speed,
~PAH ~PAH~ PAH~
The sound of their thighs clapping echoed, drowning the silence of the palace. As he stroked his, peak holy knight senses told him that something was a little off with his wife's folds, but he couldn't tell what it was. So, he ignored it and continued his pounding.
Soon, his wife let out a loud squeal and arched her back, trembling.
She came.
He did not stop, nor pause. He flipped her over and continued driving.
Soon, he flipped her over once again. Their bodies intertwined like serpents. His strokes sped up and his breath hastened, and he came with a final thrust. It was at that moment that it happened.
The crumbling of the king.
Within that short period, his senses blurred by orgasmic euphoria, and he lost a portion of his bodily control. His head rose back, his eyes closed, and,
Splat!
The sound of flesh being pierced and blood splattering echoed out, as intense pain and weakness washed over him. He opened his eyes with extreme shock and locked eyes with his wife's, whose eyes were not those of his wife. They were cold like those of his enemies and held a trace of fallenness akin to those of the condemned prostitutes from the backwater villages. Her face was stained with blood, his blood. And her right hand… He lowered his head, gazing at his chest. Her hand held the handle of the poison dagger embedded in the center of his chest.
"Impossible!"