Royal Flush: A King's Desire

His Majesty King Egbert V was seated in the opulent living room, a half-smoked pipe clenched between his teeth, engrossed in the morning’s headlines. The scent of aged leather and expensive tobacco filled the air, mingling with the faintest hint of lavender from the housemaid's hand cream. He found the news both amusing and slightly ridiculous, a welcome distraction from the weighty responsibilities of ruling a kingdom.

“My Lord,” a young woman named Francis announced, her voice soft and respectful, “Shall I fetch you another glass of the finest Bordeaux?”

The King glanced up, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face. He removed the pipe, the movement revealing a glimpse of teeth that were a touch too yellow, a testament to his indulgences. “Indeed, Francis. That would be most appreciated.”

As Francis moved away, her slender form a blur of white linen, the King’s eyes followed her progress. The sway of her hips, the delicate curve of her calf muscles, the sheer audacity of her youth – it all held a strange, potent appeal. A forgotten yearning stirred within him, a longing for the unburdened days of his own youth, when virility was a given, not a carefully cultivated performance.

“Oh, to be young again,” he murmured, a hint of wistful amusement in his voice. It had been far too long since he and the Queen had experienced the raw, uninhibited pleasures of their marriage bed. The comfortable routine, the political maneuvering, the endless stream of advisors and petitioners – it had all slowly eroded the fire between them.

“Nonsense, Egbert,” he scoffed, returning to his paper. “To dwell on what was is a fool’s errand. Today is all that matters; tomorrow may never arrive.” He folded the paper neatly, the rustle of the newsprint a small, comforting sound in the vastness of the room.

Upstairs, Prince Michael lay in bed, a groan escaping his lips as he writhed in pleasure. His bride, Rose, was currently engaged in a passionate encounter with him, her hands exploring every inch of his body with relentless fervor. Her fingers danced across his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, before descending to caress the sensitive skin of his stomach. The scent of her arousal filled the room, thick and intoxicating.

“Oh, Rose!” he moaned, his voice raw with desire. Rose responded by pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his, drawing deep and urgent breaths. Her tongue tasted of honey and lust, a potent combination that sent shivers down his spine. As she continued her exploration, she swirled his cock around the tip, teasingly teasing his sensitive flesh. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, she opened her throat, swallowing his entire length in a single, glorious gulp. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of heat and pleasure that threatened to consume him entirely.

Rose reveled in the power she held over him, savoring each moment of their intimate connection. She knew his deepest desires, his hidden fantasies, and she was determined to fulfill them all. Her cocksucking was an act of worship, a testament to her love and devotion. She worked her way up and down his shaft, her tongue wrapping around it with an almost desperate intensity. Every inch of his member received her full attention, and she wasn’t letting go until he reached the brink of ecstasy.

“Rose! My love! Rose! Oh, Rose, you’re gonna make me cum!” Michael cried out, his voice choked with anticipation. Rose, fueled by his pleasure, intensified her efforts, her grip tightening, her movements becoming more frantic. She continued to pull and twist, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

As Michael’s body began to tremble, Rose recognized the signs of imminent climax. With a final, decisive movement, she removed him from her mouth, her heart pounding in her chest. She then proceeded to stroke his swollen cock, milking it with both hands, focusing on stimulating the frenulum and the frenulum majorum. The pleasure intensified, building towards a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Oh, my dear Rose, you know how to make mornings grand!” Michael gasped, unable to contain his mounting excitement. Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. She rose from the bed, retrieving a plush, white hand towel from a nearby drawer. With meticulous care, she began to dry his body, paying particular attention to the sensitive areas where he had been most aroused.

As she worked, Michael watched her every move, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin. The sight of her nude form filled him with a primal longing, a deep-seated need to possess her completely. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce desire to shield her from any harm.

“I do love you so, my love!” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Rose, sensing his intensity, leaned down and kissed him deeply, her lips lingering on his neck.

“I love you too, my sweet. But the morning is still young. My cunt is burning with desire and yearns for your sweet kiss,” she replied, her voice husky with arousal.

Rose swiftly climbed onto the bed and straddled Michael’s head, her legs wrapped firmly around his neck. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and desire. He inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma, before gently kissing her lips.

Rose softly moaned as Michael’s tongue explored her inner sanctum, her body arching in anticipation. The pleasure was exquisite, an overwhelming rush of sensation that left her breathless. She gripped the headboard for support, her muscles tensed with the effort of containing her mounting excitement.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum! Oh, Michael, I’m gonna cu-cum! Ohhhhhhh! Yessss, I’m cummmmiinnng!” Rose squealed, her voice rising in pitch as her orgasm approached.

As she reached her peak, her body convulsed with pleasure, her hips swaying rhythmically. Michael drank deeply from her nectar, savoring the salty sweetness of her release. His body twitched, his breath catching in his throat, as he lost himself in the throes of ecstasy. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that he felt as if he might explode.

“Oh, Michael, that was heavenly!” Rose panted, her body relaxing as her orgasm subsided. She dismounted Michael’s head, collapsing beside him, her limbs heavy with exhaustion and pleasure.

“Nothing like breakfast in bed,” Michael quipped, reaching for her and pulling her close. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, savoring the taste of her arousal.

Meanwhile, Queen Isabella was seated at her desk, meticulously reviewing a stack of documents. Her sharp eyes scanned each page, her fingers tracing the lines of text with a practiced hand. Attention to detail was paramount to her, a cornerstone of her reign. There was no room for error, no room for sloppiness.

She was deeply engrossed in her work when a shadow fell across her desk. She looked up to see her husband, Egbert, standing before her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hello, Izzy! What, may I ask, occupies your love so much?” he inquired, his voice laced with amusement.

Isabella removed her spectacles and offered a polite smile. “Just some matters of state, dear. Boring stuff, but someone has to do it.” She paused, considering her husband’s presence. “Do you need something, Egbert?”

Egbert grinned, taking a step closer. “Just wanted to know if you’d care to take a stroll in the courtyard with me. The weather is simply divine.”

Isabella hesitated for a moment, weighing her duties against her desires. The thought of a leisurely stroll in the sunshine was appealing, but she couldn't ignore the mounting pile of paperwork that awaited her. “That sounds lovely, my dear, but perhaps later. I have several pressing matters that require my immediate attention.”

“Hmmm, I see,” Egbert said, his voice tinged with disappointment. He turned to leave, but stopped abruptly, turning back to face her. “Egbert,” he said, his voice low and serious, “Do you love me?”

Isabella paused, her expression unreadable. She removed her spectacles once more, her gaze meeting his directly. After a moment of contemplation, she replied, “Of course I do, Egbert. What a silly question. I love you with all my heart. Why would you even ask such a thing?”

“I don’t know,” Egbert admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “Maybe because we haven’t been sharing our bodies lately, and you always seem preoccupied with your duties.”

Isabella felt a pang of guilt, realizing that she had been neglecting her husband’s needs. “Egbert, I didn’t realize you felt that way. I sincerely apologize if I’ve made you feel neglected. You are my life, my everything. As far as intimacy goes, well, I’m not as young as I used to be. The years have taken their toll, adding weight and graying my hair. But I can still manage a hard-on, you know.”

“We all age, Izzy,” Egbert replied, his voice filled with affection. “It’s an inevitable part of life. But that doesn’t diminish my desire for you. Look at me, I’m not the youthful specimen I once was. My hair is thinning, my stomach is expanding, and my hands are often plagued by aches and pains. However, I can still raise a respectable erection when the mood strikes.”

Isabella smiled, a warmth spreading through her heart. She rose from her chair and approached her husband, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, savoring the familiar taste of his breath.

“Now, let’s see if we can make some time for a little romance this evening, my love,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.

Egbert chuckled, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Why wait until tonight, Izzy? Let’s just get it over with!”

Isabella, emboldened by his suggestion, swiftly retrieved a bottle of expensive perfume from her desk and applied a generous amount to her body. She then unfastened Egbert’s silken breeches, revealing his pale, muscular thighs. She gazed at him admiringly, her eyes tracing the contours of his body.

“My goodness!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. She pulled his erect member from his trousers, holding it aloft for all the world to see. She leaned forward and gave it a gentle, playful kiss, savoring the warmth of his skin.

“Egbert,” she said, her voice a mere whisper, “You are truly magnificent.”

Egbert, overwhelmed by her affection, responded by running his hand down her back, sending shivers down her spine. He then leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, deepening the kiss with an urgent passion.

Isabella closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, lost in the moment. The scent of his arousal filled the air, intoxicating her senses. She felt a surge of desire, a primal longing for his touch. As she continued to caress his member, she realized that she had completely forgotten all about her duties, her responsibilities, and her queenly obligations. All that mattered was the pleasure she was experiencing, the connection she shared with her beloved husband.

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