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The warm glow of the setting sun drifted through the open window of the Queen’s chambers. The light illuminated the elegant, clean decor. Everything was the height of luxury but still clearly lived in and loved. Beautiful paintings filled the walls while the unfinished ones were propped up in various places around the floor. Birdsong entered the room through the window. Candles filled the room with a warm glow. It was peaceful, calm, quiet. Queen Wumuti’s mind was anything but.
The monarch was sitting at her desk, writing furiously, papers strewn about in unusual chaos. Although she looked beautiful in a cream gown with puffed sleeves, long dark hair kept in place with a glittering net, her body was a line of tension.
Wumuti loved her role and her subjects, but of course, ruling was not a simple task. Her loved ones depended on her to be perfect, to think of everything, to fix anything. She had a to-do list a mile long, and she rose to the occasion every time, with grace and kindness and astounding creativity. Her subjects adored her, and she them, but the amount of pressure was staggering, and some nights, like tonight, it all felt like too much.
Wumuti tried to focus on the documents she’d been working on for hours. The words were starting to blur together; she wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion or the beginnings of a headache.
Wumuti jolted at the touch of a hand on her shoulder. Her heart skipped a bit, her tired brain jumping straight to danger, but it was only Hyun. The familiar sight of the captain of her guard calmed her initial fright. The tall knight looked gorgeous as always, the slim black clothes accentuating her every curve, tan skin glowing with the setting sun. She was as beautiful as the sun too, Wumuti thought warmly.
“Hyun! I didn’t hear you come in.” Wumuti said, a hand to her chest.
Hyun smiled regretfully. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s fine. I’m a little on edge, I guess.” Wumuti could feel the weight on her shoulders lessening a bit as she smiled up at her beloved knight. Hyun’s calm presence was a balm to her stress. They’d been close for many years. Some would say closer than was appropriate for a royal and their knight, but Wumuti was a queen, and her love life was her own. She had been assigned to protect Wumuti since they were young; it had taken a while to melt the introverted walls the shy knight had up, but eventually they’d become inseparable, and friendship had flourished into something more. Much more.
Hyun gently brushed the long hair back and laid her hands on Wumuti’s shoulders, kneading at the tension that remained there. Wumuti sighed in bliss and leaned her head back to gaze up and up at Hyun. That face was so stunning that it awed her sometimes. So soft and doll-like, but with eyes so intelligent and determined.
“Are you alright, your majesty?” Hyun asked.
Wumuti rolled her eyes at her partner’s commitment to courtesy even when it was just them.
“Are we alone right now?”
Hyun sighed. “Yes, your- I mean yes, Wumuti.”
“Better.”
Hyun massaged her shoulders deeper, eliciting a small groan from Wumuti. “Don’t avoid my question.”
“Just stressed.” Wumuti closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of Hyun’s large hands on her. She made her feel so small, so protected and safe. “I wish I wasn’t in charge of everything all the time.”
Hyun went quiet for a moment, just working away at her knots. The silence felt comfortable to them both. When she was finished, she slid her hands down Wumuti’s arms, leaning down until her mouth was at the older woman’s ear. “You don’t have to be in charge of everything, you know.”
Wumuti shivered at Hyun’s rich voice so close to her, her breath tickling the delicate length of Wumuti’s neck. “I- I don’t?”
Hyun brushed her lips against the soft skin of her neck. Wumuti almost unconsciously tilted her head to give better access.
“I’ve been thinking…” Hyun pressed a kiss to her skin, and Wumuti felt another shiver run through her. “About your… request.” Another kiss. “How would you feel about trying that tonight?”
Wumuti’s face heated up. She’d mentioned to Hyun a few weeks ago about something she deeply wanted to try. For Hyun to take complete control of her in the bedroom. Hyun knew Wumuti preferred for her lover to take the lead; the relief of letting someone else take the reins for once always brought her such pleasure and comfort. Hyun took such good care of her in that aspect, like all others. However, one thing about Hyun was that she was disciplined to a T. Self-control and management were a strength of hers, something Wumuti usually deeply admired. But unfortunately, the restraint extended even to when they made love; Hyun was always so gentle and careful with her, afraid to harm her somehow. Wumuti was dying for her calm partner to be rougher, for that control to snap entirely and force the royal to submit to the one person she trusted with her life.
“Only if it’s something you’d like at the moment,” Hyun added. “I can continue my massage or finish reading that book to you.”
“No! No, I want to try.” Wumuti blurted out eagerly. She realized Hyun was pressing her arms to her side slightly, and the light restraint, combined with the tall figure looming over her and the prospect of what was coming, was already setting her on fire.
Hyun smiled into her neck, slowly running a hand up her chest to wrap gently around her throat. “Good. Let me take care of you, mama.”
Wumuti whimpered quietly. Only when Hyun called her mama did it make her feel slightly crazy.
“You remember your safe word, right?” Hyun asked.
The queen nodded, her heart already pounding at the pressure on her throat. When she’d shared her desires, they’d talked extensively about what was okay and what wasn’t. They set up a safeword during that conversation as well.
Hyun squeezed her lightly, then released. “I want a verbal answer.”
“Yes!” Wumuti gasped. “I remember.” She raised her hands to grab onto her knight’s arms.
“Ah, ah. No touching yet. Hold onto the chair.” Hyun commanded.
Wumuti slowly lowered her hands and gripped the chair tightly. She struggled to calm herself with a breath. Hyun’s voice was low and demanding, sending arousal all through her.
“Good girl.” Hyun tilted Wumuti’s head back and brushed their lips together. She kissed her cheeks and the edges of those glossy lips, but no further.
Wumuti pouted. “Hyun, kiss me. Please.”
“Aw, did someone forget she’s not in charge anymore?” Hyun tightened her grip on Wumuti’s neck. “Don’t tell me what to do again, or we’re going to have a problem. Nod if you understand.”
Wumuti nodded, flushing a sweet pink. She knew Hyun had a fascination with her lips and had to accept that the knight would play with them until she was satisfied.
Hyun licked and bit her plump lips gently, pulling at them with her teeth. Wumuti slowly relaxed to it and let herself be used. Hyun rewarded her by giving a real kiss, slipping her tongue into the other’s mouth. Wumuti groaned and kissed back the best she could without moving too much. Her knuckles were white from holding on to the chair so tightly. The kiss started slow, but gained intensity as Hyun took exactly what she wanted, tilting Wumuti by her neck and chin to position her.
Hyun suddenly pulled away, leaving Wumuti to lean forward, chasing her, eyes still closed. Hyun moved her hand from Wumuti’s throat and instead caressed her jaw. “Do you trust me?” Hyun whispered.
Wumuti blinked, fluttering her long lashes in the way she knew made her look so pretty. She knew her answer by heart. “Of course.”
“Then kneel,” Hyun said into her ear, before stepping back entirely and staring down at her expectantly, her gaze piercing to the very core.
Wumuti hesitated for a moment, a Queen didn’t kneel for anyone. There was something deliciously taboo about the reversal. She obediently slid off the chair onto her knees. The kneeling royal looked up at her knight through dark lashes, biting her abused lips slightly. Hyun looked gorgeous from this angle. Confident and powerful.
Hyun unsheathed her sword from its scabbard at her hip. Wumuti’s eyes widened. She wasn’t afraid, she knew Hyun would never harm her, but the sight still made her heart pound. She’d told Hyun about this particular fantasy of hers, but the reality of it now made her harden rapidly. She whimpered at the friction from her lace panties.
“How much do you trust me?” Hyun lifted the sword til it touched Wumuti’s chin, causing her to inhale sharply at the cold metal. Her quick eyes noticed it was not the knight’s usual blade, but a dull practice sword. Still dangerous, but not likely to accidentally cut her, especially in Hyun’s skilled hands.
Wumuti met Hyun’s eyes on the other side of the blade. “With my life.”
Hyun’s eyes softened before she smiled wickedly. “I want you to touch yourself.”
Wumuti blinked. “N- Now?”
“Don’t question me. I know you need it. Just do it.”
Wumuti’s throat bobbed against the blade. She tried to look down to figure out how to adjust her skirts. Before she could, Hyun instantly tilted the blade up, forcing her head up once more. “Your eyes stay on me.” The knight demanded.
The royal moaned softly. She was overwhelmed and slightly embarrassed in this position, but Hyun acting like this was making her so hard she’d do anything for some relief. She took a second to collect herself, then without looking away from Hyun, grabbed the edges of her skirt to pull it up around her waist. She held on to the fabric with one hand and brought the other between her legs.
Wumuti didn’t lose eye contact for a second, as she blindly shifted her panties down to free her straining cock. She stroked herself with a relieved moan, the silky inner lining of her dress brushing against her, adding to the stimulation. She felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. It was Hyun’s hands she wanted on her, but she didn’t dare ask. Maybe if she was good, Hyun would touch her. With that thought in mind, she moved her hand faster.
She could see Hyun slowly rake her eyes down her body. From Wumuti’s glazed eyes and open mouth above the sword to her hands disappearing under her skirt. Wumuti’s hand pleasured herself faster at the hungry look in her lover's eyes, the power she had over her, blade in hand, trusting her with her life. Wumuti was so aroused she could barely breathe.
“Look at you. Why so desperate, mama?” Hyun purred.
Wumuti whimpered, “Hyun…”
“I’m not sure if I want to be called that tonight.” Hyun put a hand to her chin in thought. “Let’s try Mistress instead.”
Wumuti smiled in delight. It was time to test what Hyun had planned for tonight. She wanted to be punished.
“I don’t think I can do that, Hyu-“
She was interrupted by the loud clatter of Hyun throwing the sword to the side. The knight grabbed the gasping royal by her arm and pulled her to her feet. Before she could even process what was happening, Wumuti was being bent over her desk, papers flying to the floor by her flailing arms. Hyun kept a firm palm on the queen’s back, keeping her in place, as she yanked her skirt up, exposing her ass to the air.
Through her haze of shock, Wumuti heard Hyun groan in appreciation. She’d worn the lacy white panties she knew Hyun liked, just because they made her feel sexy and confident, but she’d secretly hoped her lover would see them.
Before Wumuti could think anything else, Hyun spanked her hard. Wumuti gasped, the sting wiping her mind clean. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, bunny. When I tell you to do something, you do it.” Hyun squeezed her cute behind, the white lace standing out even more with how pink her skin had gotten. “Let’s try this again. What do you call me?”
Wumuti could scarcely breathe. She had no idea Hyun could be like this. It was addicting and terrifying and attractive beyond measure. The knight was caressing her back and ass now, giving her a moment to think. Wumuti knew the pause was intentional, so she could calm herself and say her safe word if needed, but she wouldn’t dream of it. In fact, Wumuti smiled mischievously. She wanted to see how far Hyun could go.
“I’ll be good for you… Hyunni.” Wumuti said.
She yelped when Hyun slapped her ass harder than before, the smack seeming to echo loudly in her ears.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Hyun spanked her again. And again. The sharpness of it made tears swell in her eyes. Despite the pain, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Every slap sent her jolting against the desk, her cock being squeezed between her body and the hard surface. Wumuti knew she was drooling precum onto her desk but couldn’t care less at the moment.
“I’m sorry! Ah, I- Fuck! I’m sorry, Mistress!” Wumuti sobbed. The spanking hurt, but crazily enough she felt like she could come from this alone. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it to stop.
“Not good enough.”
The hits stopped, and Wumuti took the moment to gulp in air. She couldn’t see what was happening behind her, only felt her heart skip a beat when the cold flat side of the sword was pressed to her ass.
Wumuti gasped, “No! Please, please, Mistress. I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Will you, now?” Hyun tapped her bottom with the sword. Wumuti buried her face in humiliation at the slight jiggle she knew Hyun was playing with.
“Yes. I will, I’m sorry. Please…” She begged.
“Fine.” The sword was placed back on the floor. “I think I know how you’ll make it up to me.” Hyun pulled the older woman’s panties down and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her little pink hole. She traced a finger around the royal’s opening. Wumuti’s legs buckled, and she couldn’t get out another word other than please.
“Hmm, that won’t do. You’re too much of a slut. This is meant to be a punishment.” Hyun grabbed her small waist instead and pressed her front to Wumuti’s ass so she could feel her bulge settle perfectly between her legs. The leather of Hyun’s pants rubbed uncomfortably against her skin.
Hyun grinded against her as Wumuti moaned wantonly. She was intimately familiar with how good that thick cock would feel inside her. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more at the moment. “Please, fuck me, Mistress!”
Hyun stopped moving and leaned over her, squishing Wumuti down into the table. “No, I don’t think I will. My poor dumb little doll forgets, it’s not about what you want tonight. What I want goes, and right now I want you to get the fuck up.”
Hyun pulled her back to standing. Wumuti stumbled and nearly fell over. Her legs felt so wobbly, her mind cloudy. Hyun caught her and held her up, a little worry appearing in her eyes. That made Wumuti steady herself quickly. She’d hate for Hyun to get anxious or think she couldn’t handle this and back off.
Once they’d taken a moment and Hyun was sure Wumuti wasn’t going to fall on her own, Hyun commanded her to stay put. The knight walked away and sat down in the nearest armchair, lounging comfortably, one long leg draped over the armrest, proudly displaying the prominent tent in her pants. “Strip for me.” She demanded.
Wumuti’s face went hot. It wasn’t a difficult request. Normally she loved to put on a show, teasing Hyun as she confidently took off her clothing one piece at a time. It was usually easy for her, but right now she was trembling, her behind was stinging, and her cock was leaking into her beautiful gown. She wasn’t sure how she could pull this off. But that didn’t really matter, Hyun was in charge now. Wumuti wanted this dominant side of her partner to fuck her brains out, and that would only happen if she obeyed.
Wumuti shakily reached behind her to unlace her gown. Once the laces were loose enough, she pushed the sleeves down her shoulders. One first, then the other. She eyed Hyun and quickly looked away at how she was staring so intensely. Letting her gown fall to the floor, she was left in only her corset and underdress. Freed from the weight of the gown, she felt a little more confident. Wumuti leaned down and reached under her shift to pull her socks off, the way she was leaning over giving Hyun a perfect view of how her small breasts were pushed up by her corset.
When she stood straight again, she saw the way Hyun was lazily palming herself. Wumuti rushed to take her corset off, patience wearing thin. She practically yanked her hairnet out, pins falling to the floor. Without a corset, her underdress was slipping off one shoulder, revealing her lithe muscles and swell of a small brown nipple. Hyun slowly, without a care in the world, unbuttoned her pants and took her cock out. She boldly stroked her large length without once looking away from Wumuti. The flustered Queen started to take her shift off.
“Wait,” Hyun called softly. “Keep those on.”
Wumuti obeyed. Finished with her task, she inched towards Hyun, itching to throw herself on the other but unsure if that was allowed. All the knight did was stare up and down that beautiful body as she got herself off. Wumuti was in complete disarray, tear tracks drying on her face, long hair all over, and her thin shift keeping nothing to the imagination.
“What do I do now?” Wumuti asked nervously.
“Crawl to me.”
The Queen’s face flushed bright red. She slowly sank to her knees once more and crawled to the knight.
“Good girl.” Hyun praised. Wumuti reached Hyun and laid her chin on the other's knee, looking up at her cutely, hoping for some pity. Hyun petted her hair. “See, doesn’t it feel better to listen to your mistress?” Wumuti nodded.
Hyun massaged the royal’s scalp with her long nails, then grabbed a fistful of hair and forced the pretty little face towards her cock. Hyun messily brushed her tip along Wumuti’s cheeks and lips, spreading precum all over her face.
Wumuti tentatively licked the dark tip as it was pressed against her lips. At Hyun’s hum of approval, she suckled at her lover’s length.
“Fuck, be good for me, mama.” Hyun shoved her cock into that willing mouth so quickly, Wumuti nearly gagged. Tears stung her eyes as she felt it push on her throat. Hyun tightened her grip and fucked into that wet warmth without any mercy, relentlessly pushing and pulling the woman under her by the hair. Wumuti let herself be used, docile as a lamb, the only thought in her brain being that she so desperately wanted to be good, to please her mistress. Hyun’s taste and smell overwhelmed her senses.
“Yes, yes, sweet girl. Shit!” Hyun moaned.
It only took a few more good pumps for Hyun to come into her throat, making Wumuti swallow the thick fluid. She pulled out of her mouth and unloaded the rest of her climax all over the doll-like face. “Fuck.” Hyun whimpered.
Wumuti felt like she was on the verge of collapse, struggling to slow down her breathing. Hyun reached down and practically lifted the smaller woman onto her lap. She cuddled her close, rubbing her back and pressing kisses to her bare shoulder until she was in a better state. “You did so well, my love.”
Wumuti preened at the praise and hid her face in her love’s neck. “Hyunni…” She mewled pathetically, grinding on the knight’s lap to try and get some friction on her own neglected cock.
Hyun took pity and let the name slide. “Poor baby. I’m not done with you yet though.”
The knight wrapped an arm around the Queen’s knees and the other behind her back, standing up while bridal carrying her. Hyun set Wumuti down on her bed. “Don’t move.”
Wumuti waited impatiently while Hyun rummaged around the room, resisting the urge to touch or clean herself. Getting in trouble had been fun once, but she wasn’t sure if she could take it again. She felt restless and desperate but not enough to disobey.
Hyun returned with long strips of silk ribbon and a damp cloth, looking well-dressed and composed again. She wiped the cum off Wumuti’s face and helped pull off her underdress, leaving her in just her panties. “Lie down and be still.” She commanded.
Wumuti lay down and nervously watched as Hyun tied the silk around her wrists, then stretched her arms above her to tie to the headboard. Hyun’s hands were so big around her delicate wrists. The Queen groaned as her legs were spread and ribbon was tied around each ankle connecting her to the two bottom bedposts. Wumuti tested her restraints as best she could but felt no give in them. For better or worse, she was completely at the knight’s mercy. The thought broke her. She couldn’t stay still, arching her back and writhing. She was so wound up, especially in this position, where she couldn’t do anything to relieve herself.
Hyun only smirked at her struggles. “What’s wrong?”
“Hyunni, Mistress, please, please, you said you’d take care of me.” Wumuti whimpered. “I’ve been good!”
“I don’t know about that. I’ll give you what you want soon, but I want to keep playing with you first.” Hyun climbed onto the bed over Wumuti and pulled out a knife from a sheath on her thigh.
Wumuti gasped as cold metal once more caressed her skin. She could see this blade was a little sharper than the sword, which left her heart pounding. She stayed perfectly still, every sense in her body narrowing down to where Hyun placed the flat of the knife. Hyun loomed over her, so much taller and wider than her. She’d never felt so tiny and powerless in her life.
Hyun traced the blade over her shoulders, around her slight breasts, then down her soft stomach, flicking the pretty jewel at her belly button with it. Wumuti moaned as the knife rested lightly over her cock where it strained against her panties, thoroughly soaked with precum.
“Are you scared, mama?” Hyun purred.
Wumuti shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. She knew Hyun would never hurt her. As surely as she knew the sun would rise in the sky.
“Are you sure?” Hyun asked and tapped her cock gently with the flat of the blade. Wumuti squealed, her back arching desperately. She couldn’t remember making a noise like that before, maybe she was fully losing her mind.
Hyun pulled at the panties with her hand and carefully cut through them. Wumuti didn’t mourn the loss, she had plenty just like these. She did, however, mourn the loss of her sanity, which seemed to have left her as soon as Hyun had entered the room. She felt delirious with the power her lover had over her.
Hyun left her to place the knife on a table and stripped entirely of her own clothing. The knight was beautiful, divine. Wumuti could see the emotion slipping through her serious facade.
Hyun leaned over her and kissed her tenderly. “I love you so so much.” She kissed all over Wumuti’s face. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for loving me.”
Wumuti couldn’t help but smile at her big softie. “I love you too, baby.” She gasped when Hyun lay down on her body and grinded against her. The friction was delicious, especially after barely being touched for so long. Hyun brought a hand down to her tummy, squishing and squeezing it, gripping her waist tightly, then her breasts.
Watching Hyun lose control, humping and touching her helpless body, was making her brain melt out of her ears. She tugged harshly at her restraints. “Hyun! God, please.”
“Please what, bunny? If you want something, you need to use your words.” Hyun pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck, sucking down to her collarbones, while continuously brushing their cocks together.
“I want you inside me!” Wumuti whined. “And I want…” The rest of her words were too quiet to hear.
“What else do you want, my love?”
“I want you to keep being rough with me,” Wumuti mumbled.
Hyun’s eyes darkened. She leaned back, grabbing the oil on their bedside table and dripping it over their members. Hyun straddled Wumuti’s hips. She slid a hand up her chest and wrapped it around her throat. “You’re such a fucking slut.” Hyun ground her hips, moving, beautiful as a dancer above her. “If you want that so bad, then beg for it.”
Wumuti moaned at the wet slide. The view almost made her beg for Hyun to ride her instead, but she’d already made up her mind. She swallowed her pride. “Please, fuck me, Mistress! I need your big cock inside me! God, please!”
“I’ll give you what you need, mama. But first.” Hyun got off her waist and untied her feet. “Turn around.” Hyun didn’t wait for an answer and roughly flipped her around. “Put your ass up. Make this easy for me.”
Wumuti squeezed her legs together with a whine. She struggled to get to her knees, as her hands were still tied to the headboard.
Her back was arching beautifully, giving Hyun the perfect view. She ran a hand down that gorgeous skin and pushed the royal’s face into the bed. She kissed the pretty birthmark on Wumuti’s back before tying her feet to the posts once more, making sure her legs were spread enough.
Hyun pulled gently at either side of her ass, squeezing the plump skin, revealing her winking little hole. Clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled up. Wumuti felt only her emptiness. “Please,” She cried into her pillow. “Ah! Please, god! You’re my god, Hyuni, please, just do what you want with me!” She rambled wildly. She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore, she would say anything to be fucked at this point.
Hyun quickly lubed her hand and shoved two fingers deep within her. “I will, I will.” Hyun groaned as she hurriedly tried to prep the queen as quickly as possible, pumping and scissoring her fingers inside that silky haven. Wumuti’s muscles spasmed as she instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together with no avail, the restraints wouldn’t give an inch.
“Hyun, no, no, please, I don’t want your fingers.” She begged, desperate tears soaking the pillow.
Hyun hesitated, some of her old self returning. “But, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it, I like it, please!” Wumuti squeezed her eyes shut, wiggling to try to get the fingers in deeper where she wanted them. “Please, Hyunni, fuck my pussy!”
Hyun broke. She removed her fingers and dumped oil on her aching cock. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, baby.”
Hyun grabbed the tiny waist and bullied her length into Wumuti’s tight little hole.
Wumuti let out a choked scream at the stretch. Hyun was big. It shocked her every time, but she didn’t care. Even the pain of it felt so good. Every inch, vein, and ridge that was shoved into her was a fucking blessing in her eyes.
Hyun slammed all the rest of the way in, right to the base, making Wumuti scream so loud the whole wing probably knew exactly what they were doing. Wumuti came immediately, already so on edge from the events of the night. Hyun hissed at the squeeze as she clenched around her, sucking her cock in deeper.
Hyun didn’t give her a moment's rest. She pulled out to the tip and immediately slammed back in, relentlessly fucking Wumuti through her orgasm.
Wumuti tugged at her hands, trying to drag herself away from the merciless pounding she was receiving, cum spurting onto the sheets beneath her.
Hyun dragged her by the hips securely back onto her cock and continued. “You fucking asked for this. Don't tell me you can’t take it now.”
Wumuti sobbed as she came down from her high. Hyun had never fucked her like this, had never dared be so rough. Wumuti’s length was quickly hardening again. Her lover was so deep inside her. Parts of her were being reached she could’ve sworn had never been before.
“You feel so good, baby. God, your pussy is so wet and tight. Just for me.” Hyun moaned. “Has anyone ever fucked you like this?”
“No! N-no, ah!” Wumuti stammered out.
“That’s right. Only me. Cause you’re mine.”
“Oh, god.” She whimpered, every thrust jolting her face into the pillow, until her arms gave out and she just lay there limp and took it. Hyun released the iron grip on her waist and grabbed her long hair, yanking her face up. Wumuti’s eyes rolled, drool slipping from a corner if her mouth.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” Hyun demanded.
“I’m yours! Only yours! Claim me, please. B-breed me!”
“Shit,” Hyun moaned. “You want to be bred?” She shifted her angle, searching until she found Wumuti’s prostate and slammed into it.
Wumuti’s voice escalated, every hit to her core causing a high-pitched sound to be forced out of her. “Yes! Ah! Ah! Hyunnnn!” She was being so loud, her voice was starting to get hoarse.
“Fuck, I’ll make you a real mama. You’d love that, wouldn’t you. Your pretty little tummy would swell up, and everyone would know you were mine. I’m gonna pump your cunt so full of heirs.” Hyun let go of her hair and grabbed her hips again, using all her strength to slam her onto her cock with every thrust, moaning wantonly at the thought of truly breeding the woman under her.
Wumuti could no longer speak, eyes fully glazed over and drooling in desire for what Hyun was describing. Only muffled whimpers and cries could be heard from her.
Hyun gave her one final spank, so hard it left a red handprint, and Wumuti immediately came again. Hyun quickly followed, pressing herself as far in as she could and filling the queen with seed. Wumuti moaned at that hot cum soaking her, claiming her just like she wanted. There was so much of it, she wasn’t sure it could all fit inside her, and she whimpered as it dripped around Hyun’s cock and down her legs. Her head hummed in heady satisfaction and exhaustion.
Hyun whimpered as she finished and pulled out. She squeezed Wumuti’s soft tummy, pushing cum out of her. Hyun lazily shoved some of the cum back in with her fingers, fucking it back into the royal’s loose hole. She repeated this, playing with her body like a doll. Wumuti cried into her pillow at the overstimulation. When she felt Hyun’s tongue dragging across her worn opening, she came yet again, cock spurting a few weak ropes of cum before passing out.
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When Wumuti woke back up, she was on Hyun’s chest, the knight’s strong arms around her. She was still naked, but fully clean, inside and out. There was a cooling salve on her wrists and ankles. She inhaled the familiar scent of her lover and snuggled closer.
“Wumuti! You’re awake!” Hyun yelped, voice full of concern.
Wumuti slapped the other's chest lightly. “Shh, too loud.”
“I’m so sorry, mama!” Hyun yell-whispered. “I don’t know what came over me. I think I did too much, and some of the things I said! Oh, god, I can’t believe I said that! If you need to banish me to another kingdom, I would totally understand. I’m so-“ Wumuti put her hand over the babbling mouth.
“Shh. Just be quiet for a moment.”
Hyun zipped up her lips and lay in tense silence.
Wumuti tried to put her brain back in working order. Her whole body was aching, especially her poor insides, but she still felt warm and content.
“Thank you, Hyun.” She started.
Hyun opened her mouth to protest, but Wumuti silenced her with another weak smack.
“I asked you to try something with me, and you delivered beyond anything I could possibly dream of.”
“Oh, thank god. So I didn’t hurt you?”
“I mean, kind of? But I really liked it.” Wumuti kissed the skin in front of her.
Assured that she hadn’t totally ruined everything, Hyun sighed in relief and focused her attentions back on taking care of Wumuti.
“I really liked it too. You did so good, Muti. You were perfect. You are so perfect. Thank you for trusting me. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”
Wumuti wrapped her arms and legs around Hyun like a koala. The knight rubbed her back comfortingly. The skin-to-skin contact felt heavenly after such an intense night.
Wumuti looked up at Hyun with her cutest expression. “Do you love me? Answer!”
Hyun giggled nervously. “I love you so much, mama. To the moon and back. No, even further to the sun and the stars and whatever’s beyond them. I adore you.”
“And did I feel good? Answer!”
Hyun laughed huskily and let her hand drift down to squeeze a soft cheek. “You felt so good, my love. Being with you, being inside you, god, I can’t even describe it… but I can try. You’re like being wrapped in silk, so soft, and warm…” Hyun squeezed her ass again, making the queen squeak. “So tight.”
Wumuti blushed. Now it was her turn to giggle nervously. “Okay, that’s enough.” She moved the knight’s hand away, back to her back. “I don’t have it in me for another round, so don’t you even think about it.”
“Sorry, mama!” Hyun apologized with kisses on her forehead.
They snuggled for the rest of the night, sleeping with complete trust in each other’s arms. Wumuti’s worries and her burdens as a leader were momentarily wiped clean.