The rhythm turned raw, wet skin clapping skin, thighs slick with juices and stray petals.
"HA... AHH... champion... my champion..."
The queen was losing the crown of her composure syllable by syllable, her thick body slamming down in a relentless, bruising pace that shook petals loose from every bough.
Her heavy pale breasts bounced and collided against his chest, her head thrown back, four thousand years of dignity surrendering to the blistering friction in her core.
"Three nights... three nights you have denied your queen her... HNNGH... her seal..."
"Swear me the duel, your Majesty. On your climax. Make it law."
"I SWEAR IT."
Her voice broke royal and ragged at the same time.
"By my wood and my blood and my line, my champion holds my challenge, my champion holds my DAUGHTER'S protection, my champion holds... holds... AAAAH..."
She came like a season changing.
