Queen Amalia's lust for sexual pleasure is satisfied only by a week-long sexfest, with her subjects invited to the royal chambers to have their way with her. Amidst reports of a conspiracy to overthrow her, Amalia must balance her duties as Queen with her craving for sex. This book contains graphic depictions of orgies, gangbangs, oral and anal sex, girl-on-girl action and more. For adults only! 10076 words.
Eventually, evening had fallen, and the long line outside had mostly vanished. Amalia's chief adviser entered her room.
"My Queen." He bowed deeply.
"Hello Frederic," Amalia replied.
"I have come to check on you. We have but one visitor left for today." Frederic studied her carefully, his eyes looking for any signs of fatigue or discontent.
"You may send him in, Frederic. Don't worry, I'm fine." She smiled at him warmly. He did worry, and she knew it. He had always worried about her; too much, she thought. Every year he would begin his usual attempt to convince her to cancel the celebrations a week in advance, but every year he would fail. Frederic could do nothing to sway her opinion, and therefore took it upon himself to ease the pressure off her as much as he could.
"Very well, my Queen." He sighed heavily, disappointed, as if expecting this time to be different, and that Amalia would confess her regret at her decision to go through with this year's celebrations. He bowed again, then turned around and exited, leaving the door open. A man entered, and he closed the door behind him. His clothes were those of a nobleman, the majority red and brown silk, as you would expect for a first day visitor. Amalia recognized him.
"Lord Evans." She got up from her chair and approached him, smiling.
"Queen Amalia. A pleasure." He bowed.
"You have the honor of closing the day," she said. "What can I do for you?" Amalia placed her hand on his cheek, her eyes gazing at his seductively.
"Well, my Queen... I was hoping..." he paused, a little unsure.
"Well, you see, I was hoping that... that I could... well..."
"Lord Evans, really," Amalia suddenly said, as if her patience was being tried, her eyes no longer seducing him, but scolding him instead. "I would expect a man of your stature and experience to be able to utter a simple sentence. If you cannot, however, save your breath and do with me as you please."
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Published February 14, 2012
by Deirdre Bonneval.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.