To Serve The Queen

She sits upon the throne, bare skin glowing in the dim light, a crown atop her head the only adornment she needs. Her wicked smile beckons him closer, and he cannot resist. He falls to his knees before her, head bowed in reverence and submission.

She was a sadistic queen that used her servants for her own pleasure. She would use them until she had her fill and then banish them to the dungeon to rot. That is until she met one special servant.

Her male servant, a young and handsome man, stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes downcast in submission. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for the queen’s next command.

He knew all too well that it would be something that would push him to his limits. The queen had a reputation for taking what she wanted, when she wanted it, and the servant was merely another pawn in her game of sexual conquest.

With a cruel smile, the queen beckoned the servant closer. He approached with trepidation, his body trembling slightly as he kneeled at the edge of the bed.

The queen reached out, her long, manicured fingers tracing a line down the servant’s cheek before tangling in his hair, pulling his head back so that he was forced to meet her gaze.

“You know what I want,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. “And you will give it to me, or suffer the consequences.”

The servant nodded, his throat dry as he struggled to find his voice. He had long since learned that resistance was futile; the queen always got what she wanted, no matter the cost. And so, he acquiesced, allowing her to do as she pleased with his body.

Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling him towards her breasts. He eagerly takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as she arches her back with pleasure. A low moan escapes her lips, and he feels a surge of power at the sound.

Her hand reaches down, guiding him towards her core. He can feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and he longs to plunge himself inside of her. But she controls the pace, savoring every moment.

Finally, she guides him inside of her. He thrusts forward, unable to hold back any longer. Their bodies slap together, raw and primal. He fucks her with abandon, each thrust harder than the last. She meets him stroke for stroke, her nails digging into his back.

Their climax approaches, building like a crescendo. He can feel her muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper inside. She throws her head back, a satisfied smile on her face as she reaches her peak. He follows soon after, emptying himself inside of her with a roar.

As they come down from their high, she looks around her kingdom, a satisfied smile still playing on her lips. He remains on his knees before her, still inside of her. He is hers to command, and he will do anything she asks of him.

The throne room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex, a testament to their primal coupling. She runs her fingers through his hair once more, stroking his cheek gently. He leans into her touch, grateful for her dominance and control.

Together, they rule over their kingdom, their bodies and souls forever intertwined. She is his queen, and he is her faithful servant. And they will both do whatever it takes to protect and serve each other, in pleasure and in pain.

© Seductive Poetry