Rising Action in the Royal Bedroom

Queen Yara lay on a violet velvet fainting couch wearing nothing but silken rope and jewels. Expertly braided glossy fibers accented her teasing navel, lean arms, and ample thighs. She had been playing a delicious game of pretend with her gentleman-in-waiting. Wearing a tiger mask, Manuel prowled around in a golden cage.

“Thank you for allowing me to serve you this evening, your majesty,” he said in reverence, taking a deep bow on all fours.

Yara’s slight nod caused her opulent earrings to let off an ever-so-soft tinkle that stirred the tense silence. The queen struggled to hold off from showing any eagerness. Although she had a weakness for her servant, she also had a reputation to maintain. If any of the court advisers caught wind of her soft spots—especially one of an intimate nature — it could mean the end of her hard-won reign. Yara couldn’t risk a coup just for some fun with Manuel’s stout member, be it thicker than the royal staff…

Although Manuel’s cage was locked — at his request — he had ample space to get up and walk, stretch, or do pull-ups if he pleased. He was honored to take his turn in the cage and show Yara what he could do for her. To win her confidence. This was his chance to improve his status at the palace, by any means.

This was the show that could make or break him.

Manuel rose to a stand and approached the bars of the cage. He voluptuously pushed his flesh against the cold metal, which made his forearm hairs stand on end. His plump pecs were squashed against the metal bars, which made Yara’s gaze awaken and her body warm.

He moved suavely, exuding masculine beauty. With sure steps, he walked near the bars and performed a few pirouettes. His elegant, yet simple movements reminded Yara of a show horse.

“Do some tricks, tiger! Or are you not tamed…?”

Manuel instantly jumped and grabbed on one of the top bars of the cage. He did a few slow, controlled pull-ups at first. Remembering it was a show he was putting on, he turned his head toward Yara and smiled.

As if she could feel his inviting gaze from under the mask, Yara stood up and walked toward him to watch him from up close. His muscles were warmed up, and his arms had become quite veiny. Manuel felt the endorphins pumping.

Fully-bosomed Yara also leaned against the cold bars. Because her hips were slightly angled to the side, he could only see the top of her pubis. Everything he had heard from his predecessors was true: his queen was a true work of art. And since she was so close, he had to up his game.

He changed grips again, swung a few times to gain momentum, and rose up between the bars, sliding his lean body right through and above the cage, up in a handstand. The queen gasped at her tiger’s masterful escape from his shiny confine.

From the handstand, Manuel descended on his feet, walking on the bars of the cage, and with a forward flip, landed perfectly on the floor. A drip of sweat trickled from under his mask on his chest. His heavy breathing was like kryptonite for Yara. The queen bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure.

Without thinking, her right middle finger rose to her open mouth. She pressed it on her lips, nonchalantly, then bit it and sucked it, which caused the tiger’s groin to expand in his undergarment. Feeling like he was going to be in charge soon, Manuel mustered up the courage to step toward her, with an arm reaching.

That’s when she suddenly raised her chin in objection.

With a step back, he went back down on all fours, waiting for her command. Her belly, protruding through the ropes she wore, drove him insane.

“I cry your mercy, my queen. I am your servant.”

Generally, exerting her power was the ultimate aphrodisiac for Yara. But at that moment, Manuel’s physical prowess made her want to yield it all for a good pounding from behind.

Unwilling to be that cliché, she walked over and studied him from all angles. Stopping right behind him, she unfolded the ropes she was wearing and lightly threw one over his right shoulder and under his left arm. She mounted him from behind and started grinding on his delightful buttcheeks.

“Would you like to penetrate me, my queen?”

Yara’s eyebrows rose with delight. Manuel pointed at a strap-on carefully placed on a chair she hadn’t noticed before. She loved his preparedness. But she wondered — was he trying too hard? Did he want her to let her guard down completely? Careful not to have him forget who is in charge, she decided to play this most tempting game.

The fleshy strap-on matched the light brown of her skin. She rubbed it over her body, teased her wet labia, took it in her mouth, then put it on.

He was waiting patiently, like a good boy.

Yara pulled on his harness to get him in the right position. She spread his clean-shaven buttcheeks to reveal his wanting hole.

But she’d keep him waiting for a second.

She slid her dewy shaft between his cheeks, teasing. He squirmed. He began regretting that he proposed the game — he wanted to be entered right then. Just when he thought the torture would never end, she went in. Slowly, softly, while pulling hard on the harness and pulling off his mask. His face...

He beamed. She enjoyed that and pushed harder.

His gasps turned her on. The strap was rubbing over her engorged clitoris, so she thrust with energy, every pump bringing them equal pleasure. Manuel’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to touch it. He felt his body melting like cotton candy under her prostate-stimulating prodding.

After a few more minutes of intense pleasure, her own holes were yearning for attention. She unmounted him without warning.

“Turn around, tiger,” Yara said, rope still in hand.

He obediently turned on his back. Luscious veins at the edge of bursting ribbed his member, moist with glistening precum. After taking off her strap-on, Yara jumped on him for the final act. Her drenched sex enveloped him tightly in a rhythmical dance of ecstasy.

Yara ravenously fondled her breasts, jerking up and down, while Manuel’s middle finger was going crazy over her clit in perfect ovals and with moderate pressure. The royal pussy was quivering under his expert touch, preparing to erupt.

The queen savagely came with a howl, nacre gushing out of her folds. Her tiger took her in a soft embrace, holding her still and kissing her soft mouth.

While Yara flew over clouds of bliss, Manuel contemplated his rising status at the palace. How high will his seduction skills take him?

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© Lola Sense 2021

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