3 comments/ 9483 views/ 3 favorites Royal Love By: glenbrown69 Chapter One At the young age of twenty two, Suzanna had already had a pretty crap life, experiencing much of the world's crudity but few of its pleasures. The ever present threat of starvation and the eternal loneliness of roaming the world alone were all that she had known for the last decade and she had had little cause for celebration. Even so, she had a bit of optimism. Yea, life was crap; but it couldn't stay that way forever. She had been wandering aimlessly through a forest when her life took yet another bad turn. It was just the latest in a line of many that had started when her parents died in a tragic accident. She was only three at the time and had ended up in an orphanage, which she later ran away from. The latest stroke of bad luck had landed her in the middle of an ambush that had been laid for some bandit clan. She'd been arrested alongside the survivors. Regardless of how much she had pleaded, the guards would not let her go. Their only response was to beat her when they grew too tired of her begging. Even three days after the incident, the bruises still hurt. Still, at least they hadn't raped her. She could tell from the lustful looks some of them guards had given her that they quite happily would have. With her bound before them, it would have been pretty damn easy for them to do so as well. It seemed they wouldn't stoop quite that low. Suzanna hadn't been surprised to see their lustful looks though. She'd had to deal with them enough times to realise that her beauty was just about the only thing she had going for her. She had long, chestnut hair that flowed down past her smooth, innocent face until it ceased at the small of her back. She was a bit on the thin side due to being underfed for much of the last decade but had still blossomed into a fine figure with curves in the right places and a generous set of breasts. Her beauty had often allowed her to get what she needed to survive. Giving someone a sexy smile or showing a little bit of flesh had allowed her to steal bread or some other essential on many an occasion. A few times she had actually gone all the way; selling herself of as a prostitute. As much as she enjoyed the sex, she didn't do this often because she always felt bad afterwards. She'd actually contemplated giving head to one of the guards as a bribe but decided against it; they probably wouldn't let her go anyway. Now, three days after her capture, she found herself in a group trial before the king. She was with the bandits, biting her lip to prevent herself groaning in mixed annoyance and pain as a rough pair of hands squeezed her butt cheeks mercilessly. As she glanced at the bandit behind her she saw that he had a big, stupid grin on his face that perfectly mirrored his intelligence level. She grimaced as he touched her again, ignoring, or perhaps not even noticing, the fiery look of warning in her eyes. She performed a back kick that she had learned specifically to deal with this sort of unwanted attention and struck him hard in the groin. His face turned to one of surprise as he fell to the ground crutching at his groin. Naturally, the guards didn't care for an injured bandit and some of those that saw actually smirked. She turned back to face the front, feeling proud of herself. She was lost within the rabble formed by the bandits and thus could not see the king. More importantly, he could not see her. If he could have then she might have had a chance. It was almost as if the guards had deliberately placed her out of sight. The king's voice drifted over from the front, interrupting her thoughts. "For the crime of banditry there is but one punishment I can impose upon you. By the laws of the land, you are all sentenced to death. May the gods have mercy on your souls." Even though she'd expected it, she broke into a panic and started to barge an improvised escape route through the bandits. She knew it was futile but she had to get away, even if it was impossible. She almost made it to the door before she was stopped by the powerful arms of a sturdy guard and brought crashing against the cold metal of his chainmail as he growled a warning into her ear. She began bucking wildly and hitting him anywhere and everywhere she could, striking his face hard with the back of her head, drawing blood from his lips. He held tightly though and more guards ran over to assist. The panic left her to be replaced by dread as she once again found herself to be bound and helpless because of the guards. What would they do with her? Perhaps they'd rape her now, justifying it as punishment for her escape attempt. They'd rape her and then throw her in the dungeon with the bandits and they would surely rape her as well. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she'd be executed. It seemed natural that the end of her crap life would be so bad. The guards began marching her towards the exit as she resigned herself to her fate; there was nothing she could do about it. "Wait! Bring her here." Terror filled her once again as she heard the voice of the king and the guards pivoted smartly. She trembled as she was dragged over to him and thrown at his feet. He studied her for a moment as she stared down at the ground, not daring to move a muscle. The king had a natural ability to read people and he knew for certain that the young woman before him was no bandit. There had to have been some kind of mistake. "What is your name?" he asked. Suzanna could not think straight. She was terrified by the thought of what he could do to her. Rape simply did not compare to the pain and humiliation he could cause with a single order. It took quite some time for her to realise just how softly he had spoken. His voice was conversational, inviting and perhaps even friendly. She looked up at him in disbelief. As her eyes settled upon him, she decided that he was quite handsome; not overtly so, but enough that he would stand out from the crowd even if he were not the king. It was also enough that she began to feel some arousal from looking at him. She scorned herself; it wasn't like her to get aroused so easily. He must have only been a couple of years older than she was and a small, pleasant smile was written on his face. He had signs of athleticism with strong arms that could easily provide comfort and security. His lips were kissable; or they would have been, if he had not been so far out of her league. When their eyes briefly connected a few seconds later her knees grow weak, her pulse accelerated and her heart leapt. She saw the king loose his dignified posture slightly and knew that he'd felt something to. No, of course he hadn't. Clearly, she was being silly. Nothing had happened between them; nothing could ever happen. It was better to ignore it and thus avoid the inevitable heartache. She closed her eyes as she took some deep breaths that cleared her mind of its stupidity. Finally, she told him her name. "Hello Suzanna," he said softly. "I am king Tyson of Asgarath. Now tell me, why were you with the bandits?" Suzanna told him of how she had been caught up in the ambush by chance and arrested. It was a simple mistake, but one that very nearly cost her life. Tyson looked her over for a little while under the pretence that he was considering whether she was telling the truth. In fact, he had already decided upon it and was taking the opportunity to admire her body. Even beneath the bruises and the dirt, he could tell that she was quite beautiful. He wanted their eyes to meet again. He had to be sure that he'd felt what he thought he had, but she was making an effort to avoid his gaze. He sighed as his efforts proved fruitless. He should probably just give his verdict now. "Well, you do not look like a bandit to me and I believe you are telling the truth. I hereby pardon you of the crimes of which you have been accused and the punishments befitting them crimes." Suzanna felt relief flooding her body. She'd known in heart that he wouldn't let harm come to her, even if her mind still rejected the idea. "Did the guards cause that bruising?" he asked her. "Yes." Tyson's face fell as his suspicions were confirmed. It meant that he was indirectly responsible for them and the thought saddened him. After a few seconds, he spoke to her, his voice carrying a little of his sadness to her ears. "You have been wronged in my name and there is nothing I can do to make it up to you but I shall try none the less. What would you ask me for?" She thought about it for a moment. The moistness dripping down her leg told her that the only thing she wanted right then was him. It was an undeniable hunger, but she would rather starve than have it sated. She couldn't face the emotional backlash that would follow. "A good night's sleep and some food. It is all that I need." "Ah, of course." Tyson was disappointed that she hadn't asked for more. Still, he could not fault her for it and he brightened up as he realised that there was no reason he couldn't make "a good night's sleep and some food" special for her. After all, he was the king. Chapter Two Suzanna's jaw dropped when she entered the chamber Tyson had given to her for the night. She had expected a small, unremarkable room; perhaps near the servants' quarters. What she found was something very different. The room was expansive, richly furbished and downright impressive. The centre of the room was dominated by a large bed that looked comfortable enough that you could sleep for an eternity in it. There was the normal assortment of bedroom furniture, although all of it was far grander than one might normally see. There was also a balcony to the right of her that looked out across the city. Clearly the room was meant for a princess and Suzanna couldn't help but think the king was being a bit excessive in his attempts to make it up to her. A part of her, the part she had been trying to ignore, suggested that he was trying to impress her. It was certainly working. A door to her left opened and a young woman entered. She bowed her head in greeting and it was then that Suzanna noticed something unusual about the newcomer. She was in fact an elf, with the characteristic pointed ears and unquestionable grace shared by all of her race. She was quite beautiful with long, golden hair that hung down behind a darkly tanned face that was evidence of years spent outside in the sun. "Good evening my lady. I am Ólwen. I will be you handmaiden whilst you are here." Suzanna frowned at being called 'my lady'. It made her feel like she was impersonating someone. It just didn't seem right, even if she was being treated like a princess. "Please, call me Suzanna." Ólwen shifted nervously. "I was told to treat you as the king's esteemed guest. I could get in trouble if I did not call you 'my lady'." "Well, how about you call me my lady when there are other people about, but Suzanna when it is just us? They would never need to know." "That would work." Ólwen smiled at her before beckoning towards the door. "I have prepared a bath for you with a special herbal remedy to help with the aches. Just through here." The door closed behind Suzanna as she was granted the privacy to strip alone. She carefully began to remove her T-shirt from her body, wincing as the bruises reminded her of their places. The king had done more than she expected in an attempt to make up for what was done for her and she had a strong suspicion that it was more than just an apology. She knew he lusted after her as she had lusted after him but it was absurd that anything more would come of it. Even if she did give into her desires, she'd feel bad afterwards. Her hands rubbed lightly against her breasts as she removed her bra and her nipples began to harden. She was still very aroused and it was all because of Tyson. Never before had she been aroused so easily. Once again she wondered whether there was some special connection between them. She'd never believed in love at first sight, but what if it did exist? Surely it wouldn't just be sex then? She was now dressed in only her panties and her hand subconsciously slid beneath the fabric, not to remove them, but to gently touch herself. A moan left her mouth as her eyes closed and her finger slowly slid along her pussy lips. No, she was being silly again. He wasn't going to be interested in her for anything other than sex. It wouldn't be the first time either. Her body was always wanted but she never was. It was just a fact of her life and she'd long accepted it, but it didn't stop her longing for him. She couldn't give in to it though; she couldn't risk the pain. With some surprise, she looked down at her hand which was still involuntarily stroking her pussy. She sighed as she withdrew her hand but knew it was for the best. Ólwen was just the other side of the door and she would surely hear her moans. Maybe tonight, as she lay in her bed, she would give into her needs but now was not the time. She tried hard not to touch herself as she removed her panties but it was like trying to hold back the tide and a small gasp left her mouth as her finger trailed along her pussy lips once more. She knew she shouldn't but she also knew that she couldn't deny it. Still she wasn't comfortable standing up. She looked around and a smile came to her lips as she noticed the table near the bathtub and made her way over to it. She sat down upon it, spreading her legs as her feet rested on the sides of the tub. She looked anxiously at the door and sighed. There was nothing else for it. Her finger trailed through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and around the outer edge of her pussy lips, not quite touching them. She lightly teased herself, just for a moment before her desire overwhelmed her. She forced herself to remain silent as her finger passed between her pussy lips again. She began to circle her hood, trying to entice her clit out of it and a moan escaped her tightly shut mouth. She looked straight at the door in alarm, her finger frozen in place. Thankfully, it did not open. Her attention returned to her pussy and her now exposed clit. She began to play with it slowly, gently sliding her finger across it. Her other hand began to play with her nipple, gently rolling it between her fingers. She bit her lip to prevent another moan leaving her mouth as she increased the pressure on her clit. Her hand posture changed so that her thumb alone remained clamped over her clit, applying pressure whilst her index finger pushed into her pussy. She whimpered quietly, not quite able to restrain the moan as her finger found her G spot. Slowly at first, but at a rapidly increasing pace, she bought herself closer to orgasm. Her eyes closed as the first wave of pleasure passed through her and a loud moan left her mouth. Some small part of her screamed that Ólwen must have heard it but the scream was drowned in the ocean of pleasure that was spreading from her pussy. Her body began to shake as the orgasm grew in intensity and her eyes closed. Every nerve in her body was on fire and she had lost touch with reality as the orgasm consumed her. Then, as suddenly as it came, the orgasm passed, leaving her smiling with the happy afterglow. She felt better now. A lot of the sexual tension had left her and she felt much more relaxed. The smile remained on her face as she remembered that she was supposed to be taking a bath. She slid into the water with a contented sigh as the comforting heat soothed her body. It had been so long since she last bathed in hot water; most of the time there was only a river or lake available and the water was always cold. Her mind cleared as her muscles relaxed into the heat, causing the aftermath of her orgasm to wash away with the dirt. **** A little while later, and without warning, Ólwen came into the room. Suzanna quickly covered her breasts with her arms and glared over at the elf with some embarrassment. Ólwen bowed her head politely. "Sorry, I did not mean to intrude Suzanna but I have a matter of the utmost importance. What do you think of this dress?" Suzanna would have complained then because it sure didn't seem at all important. But when Ólwen displayed an exotic blue dress, her mouth stopped working. She instantly fell in love with it. Finally, she managed to find words. "It's spectacular. Why was that so important?" she asked. "The king has asked that you dine with him this evening and as such we must make sure you look amazing." "The king what?" Suzanna exclaimed, jotting up out of the water, giving Ólwen a clear view of her breasts and the top of her pubic hair. She immediately sank back down again in embarrassment and looked straight ahead of her. "The king would like you to dine with him," Ólwen repeated simply after a pause. It was the only give away that she had seen Suzanna's naked body. "Yea, that's what I thought you said." She wasn't sure what was worse, being told that she was to dine with the king or displaying her naked body to Ólwen. It didn't take her long to decide. Dinner with Tyson was much worse because there was far more than embarrassment at stake. She knew she'd asked for food, but she didn't expect to be dining with the king himself. She didn't need to ask to know that it would just be the two of them and she didn't trust her body, even after dealing with much of her sexual frustration. Dinner with the king - surely such a thing wouldn't end well. "I'm sure you'll be fine," Ólwen said as she sensed the frustration passing though Suzanna. "Of course I won't be fine. I can't dine with the king." "Why ever not?" "Because he's the king," she said. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. There were more reasons why she couldn't dine with him and all ended in sex, rejection or embarrassment. Ólwen let out a little chuckle at the weak argument Suzanna had given. "So you think that because he is the king you cannot dine together?" "Yes," said Suzanna simply. She couldn't admit to Ólwen that there was more to it than that so she'd just have to play out the lie. "Are you prepared to deny his wishes?" "Of course not, he's the bloody king." Ólwen smiled. "So, you can't dine with him because he's the king, but you also can't refuse to dine with him because he's the king." "Yep. I'm fucked right?" she replied. Ólwen let out a sigh of disbelief. "I'm not a complete expert on the king, but he seems like an okay guy. Forget that he's the king and just enjoy yourself." "And how am I supposed to do that?" "Honestly, I haven't a clue. I'm sure you'll think of something." Suzanna let out a "humph" of resignation and despair. That advice was not helpful. Even worse, she couldn't tell Ólwen that the problem wasn't that she couldn't pretend Tyson wasn't the king; it was that she didn't want to. If he wasn't the king, she had a chance with him. She placed her head into her wet hands and took a series of deep breaths. She would be dining with the king and there was nothing she could do about it. A part of her wanted to run through the castle, screaming in happiness and the rest wanted to find a dark corner to hide in. She had to relax. She could and would handle this in a dignified way. She could last one dinner without surrendering herself to him. Then she'd get the hell away from Tyson before something really bad happened. An hour later and Ólwen was had just finished making some finishing touches to Suzanna's hair and stepped back to look at the figure of beauty before her. Suzanna looked stunning and certainly did not look out of place in a palace full of beautiful artworks. "Good luck, my lady." Ólwen said as Suzanna made her way towards the exit. She did not bother to complain about being called 'my lady'. She felt like a princess; a princess that was heading towards a date. No, she had to remind herself. She was going to dinner with the king. By the gods, she was nervous. Royal Love Chapter Three Suzanna's nerves intensified even further when she entered the dining hall and her eyes settled upon the handsome figure of the king. He looked up as he heard the door open and gazed at her, his mouth slightly open. She'd seen the look in his eyes before. It was one of undeniable lust; a lust so powerful that it could corrupt any man and send him crawling towards her. King Tyson was not just any man and a part of her was disappointed when he did not. He was strong and handsome with deep blue eyes that forced her knees to grow weak beneath the weight of his stare. She began to blush as she realised just how intensely his eyes were devouring her body and could not help but wonder what he looked like beneath the fine silk garments he was wearing. She felt her pussy moisten once again and blushed even more. After a long minute, he broke the gaze as he realised just how much he was staring. A look of embarrassment crossed his face but was almost instantly hidden as he regained his composure. It was so short lived that Suzanna wasn't sure whether she'd imagined it or not and only wished that she could do the same with the redness that covered her face. "Sorry Suzanna. I did not mean to stare. I apologise if it made you feel uncomfortable. You look fantastic." Every woman welcomes a compliment and Suzanna managed to smile nervously at him. After a moment, during which she screamed silently in delight, she dismissed his apology. "There is no need to apologise my lord. I do not mind that you find me attractive." "No, I don't suppose you would," he said with a chuckle. The smile and chuckle broke through the tense atmosphere that had previously formed and Suzanna began to make her way towards the rich mahogany table that dominated the room. The table could seat twelve people on each side and at its head sat Tyson. He beckoned to the seat beside him whilst trying to avoid looking too much at Suzanna's breasts. It was hard work because they bounced gently within the confines of the splendid dress that she was wearing as she made her way towards him. Suzanna took her seat and her heart stopped beating as her leg accidently touched Tyson's beneath the table. He said nothing of the contact but she could have sworn that he gasped. Clearly, she wasn't the only one struggling with arousal. She stared intently at the table, studying the patterns on the wood, as Tyson fiddled his fingers and a silence fell upon them. "Did you like your quarters?" he asked after a minute. Suzanna knew she couldn't stare at the table all night and so she looked towards, but not quite at, Tyson. "I don't think there's a word to describe just how much I liked them. They were far beyond what I had expected. Thank you." "There is no need to thank me. I am only trying to make up for the pain that you suffered. How are the aches?" he asked. "I can barely feel them. Ólwen made me a bath with some herbal treatment for them. It worked like a wonder." "I am glad to hear that." The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a servant from the kitchens. The servant carried with them a jug of wine and placed it on the table before whispering in the king's ear. The king nodded in understanding and the servant left. "I'm sorry, but there will be a short delay before the meal arrives. Would you like some wine?" She nodded her head and watched as the king poured two glasses before offering one to her. As she took it, their fingers lightly touched and a tingle passed through her body. Tyson smiled at her as he raised his glass into the air. "To a swift recovery," he toasted. She joined in with his toast before taking a sip of the wine. It tasted extremely good and, although she had very little experience with wine, she could tell that it was of an exceptionally high quality. How could it not have been? She was dining with the king. She had to keep telling herself that to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Tyson continued to make small talk with her and she found that her nerves were starting to fade. It was partly down to the wine, but also because she was starting to like him. Despite his obvious grandeur, she found it easy to talk to him and was beginning to enjoy their conversation. Perhaps there was something between them. She'd told him about her childhood and he seemed sorry for everything that had happened to her, even though none of it was his fault. She forgot his title and saw him as a handsome, caring man. She knew then that there was far more than physical attraction between them. The meal arrived and they continued talking. They'd moved on from Suzanna's life and she was now questioning him about his. He told her that he'd been ruling for about eight years since his father had died when Tyson was just twenty years old. It was a great burden to put on the shoulders of a young man and he didn't think that he had been ready for it. Apparently, he'd made some bad mistakes during the early days of his rule. He wouldn't talk more about them though, even though Suzanna begged him to. "Tell me," she pleaded with great open eyes. "No," he replied with a slight laugh. He had to force himself to avoid her eyes, or he would have crumbled to her wishes. "Pretty please?" She was giving him the smile. The one that had so often got her what she wanted. He took a deep breath and considered before replying, "No." "Damn it. You're no fun," she said with a laugh that made his heart melt. It hadn't been easy to deny her - she could have convinced a god with that smile. She returned back to her meal and Tyson watched with interest as she ate. It was surprising just how sexy her mouth was, regardless of what she was doing with it. As her hand reached out for the wine jug to refill her glass, he had an idea. Reaching for it at the same time he made sure that their hands met. Even though he had planned it, an uncontrollable jolt shot through his body. Suzanna experienced something even more electrifying and her hand shot back in surprise. She looked at him automatically to apologise for the contact and saw that he was smiling. Realising that the touch had been intentional, she returned the smile a little nervously. She was almost certain this would end badly but she was drunk, both with alcohol and with lust, and she could no longer deny her desires. If it ended in regret, she could live with it; but if their paths were to be united, and their futures together as one, then it would be beyond her wildest dreams. The mere possibility was worth the risk. With a deep breath, she extended her hand towards his, throwing caution to the wind. Her hand wrapped fondly around his as she finally gave him the signal he needed. **** They were flirting openly by the time the desert arrived and regularly making contact for no reason other than to make contact. The wine had helped them become comfortable around one another, but it had always been inevitable. They both knew that this could go horribly wrong but they had already boarded the express train. There was no going back, so they may as well make the most of the journey and hope that it never ended. At the end of the meal, Suzanna noticed that Tyson was staring at her again. She smiled sweetly at him and placed her hand on his cheek. "I must be going now, my lord. I've had a fantastic time. Thank you for everything." She swayed slightly as she stood up and Tyson's hand automatically shot out to grab her hip and steady her. She looked down at him as he rose out of his seat to assist her and watched his lips draw closer. Yes, definitely kissable. Tyson's eyes widened as he realised what Suzanna was doing. She looked at him in a mixture of desire, passion and happiness as a shiver of excitement ran down her spine and the distance between their lips became nothing. Ecstasy coursed through her like a bolt of lightning as her soft lips closed upon Tyson's and the world around them ceased to exist. Looking into his eyes, she had no doubt that this wasn't just about lust. It was so much more than that. His fondly caressed the back of her head as her hand roamed his body, enjoying the taut muscles that defined it. His fingers trailed through her hair as her eyes closed and her knees grew so weak she had to lean on him to remain standing. Her body, mind and soul passed into heaven as she fell deeper into their kiss. Tyson slid his tongue into Suzanna's welcoming mouth where it began a sensuous dance with hers that left them both hungering for more. Her tongue followed his out of her mouth and crossed into his before running along his teeth. He sucked gently upon it as his heart exploded into happiness. After an eternity, they broke the kiss and, for the first time, the smile that Suzanna gave to him was downright naughty. "Your castle is like a maze, my lord. I'm afraid I might get lost. Will you show me the way back to my room? I might even need your help to find my bed." There was no need to be subtle about it; they both knew where they were heading. Tyson firmly took her hand before leading her through the castle.   Chapter Four Suzanna gasped as Tyson's strong arms wrapped around her body from behind. They had just arrived in her quarters and the king had waited all the time it took for the door to close before trapping her in his powerful, loving embrace. He was drunk with lust for her as she was for him; nothing could contain it. She turned and her body rippled in excitement as his mouth descended upon her and she lost herself in the passion of his kiss once again. Her hand drifted down to stroke his cock lightly through the silky fabric of his trousers and she broke the kiss to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. As her hand started to unbuckle his belt, he reached down and took it firmly in his own, sliding his fingers between hers before bringing it to his lips in a sweet, loving gesture. He led her over to the bed before kissing her lips with deep passion once again. She broke the kiss and began to remove her dress, swaying slightly as the alcohol continued to course through her. She dropped the dress to the floor, leaving her standing before him in just her bra and panties as his eyes feasted upon her near-naked body and all of its wonderful perfections. She looked deep into his eyes and a longing in her heart made her ask something of him. "Please, don't just fuck me tonight Tyson; make love to me instead." "I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied as he gently pushed her into the softness of the bed. His lips closed on hers and his hand became tied with hers once again. Taking him by surprise, she rolled over forcefully and, with a mad giggle, pushed him onto his back beneath her. She leant down to kiss his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth as her magnificent breasts were pushed against his chest. His hand tickled her back on its way to her bra strap, making her skin ripple beneath his touch. She broke the kiss and straightened up, allowing the bra to fall onto his chest. He ignored it as he was drawn towards the splendour of her breasts and the erect nipples upon them. His hand moved to her breast and his fingers massaged the soft flesh as his head descended towards the nipple. He had always been a breast man and she had some of the finest he had ever seen. A quiet moan left her mouth as his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. His free hand was sliding over her firm stomach on its way towards her chest. He gently palmed the breast that had so far remained untouched before taking hold of the nipple between his fingers and gently pulling on it. Her body jerked towards him and a blissful moan left her mouth as he bit lightly upon the nipple in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the nipple before releasing it and looked up at her face. Her eyes had been closed but she opened them as he released the pressure and lowered her head to give the kiss he demanded. His hand snuck down her body and began to gently stroke her pussy through her panties. She moaned appreciatively into his mouth before breaking the kiss with a gasp as his finger slid beneath the panties and into her slick pussy. His mouth returned to her nipple and his finger furiously worked its way into her pussy as a series of intense moans left her mouth. Her body began to quiver as he bought her towards an orgasm and, when she finally reached it a minute later, she let out a great scream of pleasure. He retracted himself from her and a heartfelt smile appeared on his lips. She began to grind her panty-clad pussy against his hard shaft. Lightly at first, but getting them both to moan simultaneously as the pressure increased. Tyson released his grip on her breasts and laid back to enjoy the bliss she was causing to both of them. A short while later and she began to unbuckle his belt. Once again he stopped her. "I am a king that puts his people first," he told her as he beckoned for them to switch places so that she was now lying on the bed and he moved down towards her feet. She smiled lovingly at him as he reached for her panties and began to pull them down. He licked his lips and she tingled in anticipation. Tyson took a firm hold of her panties and slowly removed them, his eyes widening with passionate lust as her pussy was finally revealed to his eyes. Her pubic hair had been trimmed so that there was a small but dignified patch above her pussy, with the lips left bare. It was a sight that he was fully appreciative of as he lifted her smooth legs and split them to either side of him. He softly placed his lips upon her calf, kissing it gently. Her pussy which moistened in eagerness as he gradually made his way towards it. Her body ignited as he took the first taste, licking slowly from the bottom of her pussy. A satisfied moan escaped her mouth as she pushed her sculptured hips towards him. Her hand clenched into a fist as his tongue returned for another lick before curling back into his mouth so that he could savour as much of her sweet taste as possible. There were few things he enjoyed more than the delicacy of a beautiful pussy beneath his tongue. Suzanna moaned passionately as his tongue continued to perform miracles on her pussy. He was thoroughly enjoying being the source of such intense pleasure and, as her hand settled on the back of his head and locked it in place against her pussy, he couldn't help but smile inside. He would have smiled visibly if his tongue had not been protruding out of his mouth and sliding once more over her clit. Five minutes later and his head was forced into her pussy with the onrush of an orgasm that drowned his mouth with her juices. He happily lapped up that which she gave, but provided no relief in return. He continued to pleasure what was now an extremely sensitive pussy with his mouth for another minute before sliding his index finger into her. She watched as he reinserted the finger, pushing it as far into her as possible, and let out a gasp. A few minutes later and her eyes were closed, her head had dropped back onto the pillow and her moans continued to echo through the room as his unrelenting finger pleasured her pussy. Her hands found their way to her buxom breasts as his tongue returned to her pussy once again and licked quickly along her outer lips. His mouth then moved to her clit and she cried out in bliss as he sucked, licked and fingered her towards yet another orgasm. Thirty seconds later and with an ear-splitting moan, her hips pushed against his finger as she tried to force it even further into her slick depths. Her eyes rolled back as she fell into the high seas of ecstasy and was tossed around by the waves of another orgasm. Tyson smiled at his handiwork as he watched her come back down from her climax before removing his top. He was about to unbuckle his belt when her hand knocked his out of the way. "Mine," she said possessively as she removed the belt and pulled his trousers off of him. She gently stroked his cock through his boxers before removing them also. She spent a moment looking at his naked body; admiring his strong, lean muscles and his cock which stood proud at attention before her hungry eyes. It looked to be the perfect size; big enough to cause immense pleasure, whilst not being so big that it would hurt. She looked deeply into his eyes as her tongue slid out and licked the underside of his royal cock, tasting him for the first time. It was a pleasant enough taste. It wasn't exactly nice, but it wasn't displeasing either. She was more than happy to take it into her mouth and return the pleasure that he had given to her. "Oh Suzanna," Tyson moaned as the head of his cock passed between her lips into warm, comforting wetness. Her tongue licked quickly around it before she began to take more of him into her. Eventually he groaned as he felt the back of her throat. Clearly, this wasn't her first time giving head and he couldn't help but feel jealous over who ever had been with her before. She was very skilled and, with her immense willingness to please him, she was making some incredible feelings course through his body. She started to experiment with different techniques, trying to find out what felt good for him. Honestly though, he didn't care what she did as long as it involved her mouth around his cock. Suzanna continued to stare lovingly into Tyson's eyes as her hand cupped his balls and her glorious mouth descended around the full length of his cock once more. She was bringing him quickly to his climax, so quickly in fact that he barely registered it coming before it arrived. Both hands settled on her head and pulled as he thrust his hips towards her, forcing his cock into her mouth as far as possible with an almighty grunt. Suzanna choked as her mouth was unexpectedly filled with Tyson's cum. She panicked for a moment before realising what had happened. She swallowed the cum in her mouth before milking him for every last drop. When his cock withdrew from her mouth a few seconds later, it seemed she'd done a pretty good job although Tyson would consider that to be a serious understatement. "Sorry," Tyson said through heavy panting. "I would have warned you but it came on too fast. You did a wonderful job." She dismissed his apology with a smile that turned dangerously naughty as her tongue descended on his balls once more and she slowly stroked his cock back to hardness. Finally, she lay back on the bed and, without a second thought, gave him a single order: "Fuck me." Tyson was not used to taking orders, but he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy without hesitation. He leant forward to kiss her before placing his hands on either side of her head and then began to slowly his cock into her. By the gods, her pussy was tight and it felt tremendous around his cock. He watched her eyes burn with intense, passionate love as his cock passed further into her and she let out a murmur of pleasure as his cock sank farther into her depths. It was stretching her pussy in a way that was slightly painful yet extremely wonderful. He let out a groan when his full length was finally buried within her and his lips found hers once again. She was content to let him set the pace as he began to withdraw from her pussy. When just the head was left inside, he gently sucked on her nipple before pushing back into her. He was taking soft, slow, gentle strokes but with every tender stroke, he pushed into her as far as possible. Suzanna moaned his name as his cock filled her to the max again and again. Never had she felt quite so happy during sex. She had always enjoyed it, but never before had there been a reason to be happy because of it. Lying beneath the strong, muscular body of Tyson as he made love to her was more than enough of a reason. That's not to say that it was perfect though. Royal Love "Harder," she begged him as she felt her desires grow ever more. The pace of his thrusts increased until they were both working up a sweat. Her hands pulled on her nipples and she screamed in ecstasy as his thrusts became hard, fast and rough; forcing her beautiful pussy to accept and love his cock. Her vision started to blur as she felt Tyson's cock satisfy her needs like never before. A deep, passionate moan left her wonderful lips as her pussy started to convulse around his cock and he stopped thrusting as he waited for the orgasm to pass through her. As soon as she stopped convulsing, Tyson started to fuck her harder and faster than ever. He was covered in a glistening layer of sweat and was nearing his climax when she began to thrust her hips back up at him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and every thrust forced him as deep into her as possible but she knew he'd climax before she next did and then it would be over. She began to rub her clit furiously. There was no way she wasn't making the most of this. A loud groan left Tyson's mouth as he unleashed his searing cum into her pussy. The feeling of it splashing inside of her sent Suzanna over the edge and she began to orgasm. Her legs tugged harshly upon him, pulling his cock as far into her as possible and she screamed out his name as her juices mingled with his cum. When he finally withdrew from her pussy a minute later, a mixture of their fluids followed and poured onto the bed beneath them. Once the afterglow of his orgasm had left him, Tyson collapsed beside Suzanna. He tried to catch his breath whilst he waited for her to drop back down to earth. It was not easy; just being this close to her made him breathless. After a moment or two, Suzanna turned to look at him with a big, satisfied smile that he happily returned. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her snugly to him before they kissed again. They said nothing for a while because they did not need to. All that either of them needed was the affection of the other, the closeness of their body and the touch of their lips. After ten minutes Tyson spoke up. "How do you feel about extending your stay?" he asked as he pulled her on top of him. "I'd love to," she replied honestly before she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him into her pussy once again. She let out a moan of eternal desire, endless lust and everlasting compassion as she began to ride him for all she was worth.