EXTRACT FOR
Medieval Royal Spouses
(Collins Lok)

I was kneeling down inside an extraordinarily large and extravagantly decorated? audience room of some sort. In front of me, sitting on the queen's throne, was Queen Mirelia.

It was the Queen Consort's reception room, inside the castle.

She had dismissed everyone from the room, and soon, only the two of us was left. I gulped in hesitation.

"Come and sit over here."

I lifted my head in surprise, and saw that the queen had shifted herself a little to the side, making some space on her throne. She patted her hand on the freed-up space and motioned me towards her.

I clammed up immediately, feeling extremely confused.

"Come and sit over here."

Seeing me not responding accordingly, she repeated her demand. It felt more compelling this time, as she turned on her queen aura.

I slowly got up and cautiously walked over to her. When I got near enough, she reached her hand out and pulled me in, forcing me to sit down beside her, on her throne.

"Are you afraid of me?"

I nodded frantically, with my body still trembling. She leaned her head closer to me, until our face was almost touching. I could feel her soft breath and her wonderful fragrance assaulting my senses. Unwillingly, my cock failed to take into account my current predicament, and reacted by standing up proudly beneath my pants.

"How about now? Are you still afraid?"

Queen Mirelia's tone suddenly changed into Delia's again, and it made me remember the past month or so of our nights spent together. As if possessed, I leaned in and placed my lips on hers. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately, until we ran out of breath.

"I'm still afraid, yes? I'm still very afraid. I'm afraid some guards might rush in and chop my head off any moment from now?"

"Then why are you courageous enough to really come sit beside me?"

"Because? I realized I have fallen deeply in love with you. I? would gladly die, if it meant I get to embrace you one last time?"

I started to move my mouth around, kissing her face and her neck. I cupped her breasts with my hands and squeezed softly. Her breathing soon became heavy, and heat spread out from all over her body. She held on to me tight, and stared at me with a lustful gaze.

"Carry me into the side chamber, the same way you always carry me?"