The Queen's Desire

         "Stop it."

         "Stop what?" The queen said innocently as she gazed across the dining room table to her preoccupied husband, the king.

         The daily newspaper rustled as he turned the page. "You know perfectly well what you're trying to do."

         In truth, she knew exactly what she was doing to him, but for the life of her she didn't know why he wouldn't take the bait.

         The setting was perfect for what she wanted. Just outside the castle window's was the bright yellow sun shining through the vibrantly green leaves of the forest. Birds were chirping merrily. The brook not far from the footpath was streaming with clear waters. Moreover, the town's people were happy which meant no bothersome summons for the day. Was it too much to ask for her husband to throw her down on the table and make mad, passionate love to her?

         It had been weeks since he touched her in any way carnal. The long hours of looking over the people and taking meetings with advisers, as well as avoiding war with a nearby kingdom, had left them little time to spend with each other. Nevertheless, even with her hectic schedule, she still left the door to her room unlocked for him to venture in and spend the evening touching her in all the naughty places he loves to nibble. Still, he never came.

         The situation even got to the point where she found herself sneaking down the hall in the middle of the night to seek him out only to find him fast asleep over his papers. Not having the heart to wake him with her desire, she'd help him into the bed and curl up next to his warmth, enjoying the feel of his hard body next to hers. But in the morning she always found herself alone with her body and soul aching without him.

         Now, here they were, an afternoon alone together for the first time in months and he still surrender to her advances. A terrible feeling filled the pit of her stomach. Could there possibly be someone else taking care of his desire? Immediately, the queen discarded the idea. Their love for each other had crumbled all the obstacles for them to marry. They'd been together since they were teens. There was no way he'd have someone else on the side especially when she was available for his every sinful want.

         No, she'd simply needed to be more proactive. Seducing her king had never been hard before, but she was up to the challenge. One way or another she'd have what she desired before nightfall.

         The queen looked around the lunch banquet and selected her weapon of choice. Placing the items delicately on her plate so as not to draw attention to herself, she placed a soft smile on her face and asked, "Is there anything interesting in the paper, my lord?"

         "The king’s guards from the Elysian Kingdom have been having talks about reforming their admissions process," the king replied. There was a distracted tone to his voice. "There seems to be a growing number of women who wish to join ranks.”

         "Intriguing. It seems we won’t be the only kingdom utilizing the talents women for combat." The king only grunted.

         The queen peered at the object of her desire from underneath her dark lashes as she sliced in a golden peach. Her king was older than when they'd first had met, but he still as handsome as ever. The black fullness of his hair was made for a woman to run her fingers through it and she could stare into his golden brown eyes for hours. She especially loved watching those beautiful eyes darken as he'd lose control burying himself deep inside her. But most of all she loved the way his mocha shaded skin felt against hers as they'd lie naked in each others arms. God, how she missed his touch.

         Lost in the memories of their passion-filled nights of long past, she bit into a slice of ripe peach and nearly moaned aloud as the flavor burst against her tongue. The peachy goodness tasted like heaven. She took another slice off her plate and slowly sank her teeth into it, savoring the juicy fruit. Distracted by the vivid flavor, the queen didn't notice as a drop of juice ran down the edge of her full lip to the corner of her mouth. Nor did she notice the king, from across the large oak table, tracking the very path of that droplet.

         When the queen finished her third piece of the peach, she finally glanced up to catch the king gazing back at her. His mouth was pressed in a straight line as his eyes were darkened to near black. She could tell her eating intrigued him, she'd even stretch to say he was aroused (finally!), by the hard grip he had on the paper making it crumpled along the sides.

         "Would you like a piece, my lord?" Inwardly, the queen smiled like a cat that got the cream as she slowly swept her tongue out to catch the juice on her lips. If possible, the king tensed more. "I know how much you love peaches."

         "Yes, wife," the king replied roughly. "Bring them to me.'

         She gave him a long, sultry stare, projecting her need through her eyes, before bowing her head slightly. "Of course, my lord."

         The queen sauntered to him leisurely in order to raise the level of anticipation. Her king was not a very patient man when it came to his desire. Teasing him now was her revenge for making her wait so long. Although it hurt her as well, it was necessary. When she was finally within touching distance, she extended her hand to give him the plate full of peaches.

         The king shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Feed them to me."

         Not one to disobey a command, the queen took a piece off the plate and brought it to his mouth. He grabbed her wrist to control her movement and with their eyes locked, he bit deeply into the ripe fruit. Watching this simple but seductive action sent heat flooding through her entire body making her legs shake. Clamping her thighs together, she selected another piece. He ate the next one slowly, making the juice drip down her fingers to the palm of her hand. Noticing his mess, the king took each one of her fingers into his mouth and sucked the sweet juice from her fingertips before sliding his tongue down her palm and biting its center. The sensations were too much to bear; she could not prevent the whimper that escaped her lips.

         The king grinned tightly in approval, his finely controlled restraint reaching a breaking point. "Another...but I want you closer this time."

         Without another word, the queen lifted the light skirts of her dress and straddled her king's waist, bringing them closer than they'd been in weeks. She could feel his hardness rise between thighs and instinctively tightened her hold on him, rocking her hips slowly back and forth, enjoying the pleasure of having him right where she wanted. Sighing, she pressed down harder, the passion nearly consuming her; but all too soon, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, stopping her movements.

         "Patience, wife." His tone was wicked and low as he whispered into her ear. "I have not finished my peach yet."

         The king's fingers were like a butterfly's touch as he trailed them along the column of her throat to her shoulder. He followed the path he created with his mouth as he pushed the sleeve of her dress off her shoulder, uncovering one of her breasts. The dark rose colored nipple stood at a point begging for his mouth but the king held himself back as he reached for one of the last remaining peach slices. Using its tip, he ran the juicy slice down the slope of her plump breast and circled it around the nipple over and over again, making the queen moan with delight, her body going taut as a wire.

         He took his time licking the juice up before suckling her tight nipple into his hungry mouth. The queen’s body arched, her mouth in a silent scream as streams of electricity burst through her body. He wasn't being gentle with her, the pressure on the edge of pleasure and pain, but she loved every second of it and felt herself building toward release.

         "Now the other one," the king said eagerly.

         Before he could release her other breast from its confines in her dress, the queen grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him hungrily. His mouth devoured hers in a series of kisses that left them both gasping.

         "Take me now, beloved." The queen demanded between each touch of their lips. "I cannot wait to feel you inside me a moment longer."

         With one strong swept of his arm, the king cleared the table in front of him, sending the food and dishes crashing to the floor. Taking his wife by the hips, he laid her hastily on top of the table and ripped her dress open to reveal all her glory to his vision. A deep growl rumbled through his chest at the sight of her and the queen nearly unraveled at the animalistic side of him. She found herself begging him to ravage her now.

         "Mine," he chanted as he opened his pants to release his stiff cock. "Mine, mine, mine..."

         The king placed both of her legs over his shoulders and thrusted into her with one powerful stroke. The feel of him inside her felt so perfect it made tears burn the back of her eyes. He loved her long and hard, pushing deeper and deeper into her wanting body until he could go no further.

         Still it wasn't enough for either of them.

         "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me!"

         The queen's inner muscles tightened around his shaft as she moved in time with his hard thrusts. Oh God, she was so close. "Please..."

         "Give me what I want!" The king demanded, staring into the dark eyes of his love.

         "Yours,” she gasped as the ecstasy coursing through her body became too much. She shattered into what seemed like a million pieces screaming his name. Reeling from the orgasm still cascading through her body, she felt as he went over the brink as well, his desire releasing with full force inside her. The double assault was too much for her senses, sending her into a second wave of ecstasy before the first had yet to crest.

         Replete, the king and queen collapsed against the table beneath them.

         Minutes ticked by as they both struggled for breath. The queen ran her fingers idly through his hair as the king's head rested in the valley of her breasts. Fearing he weighed too much, the king began to lift himself off her body but she trapped him close by wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. She didn't want to lose the feeling of having him inside her just yet. The moment was too exhilarating to let go.

         "I love you," the king said with reverence as he kissed the side of her breast tenderly.

         "And I love you." She pulled on his hair gently so he would look up at her. And when she knew she had his attention the queen asked, "Why have you not come to me? Why have you left me with a cold bed and longing body?"

         Seeing the hurt in her eyes, he stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers. "With the threat of war and the preparation for the winter, you've been working so hard my love. I did not want you to think of me as selfish if I raided your bed.”

         "I would never think it," she said with small smile. The queen threaded their fingers together. "You work much harder than me, beloved. Never fear coming to me. We are bonded, both body and soul. I would never deny you." Her smile turned sly as she tightened her inner muscles around his shaft. "Especially when I need you as well.”

         The king kissed her mouth with renewed hunger to seal the oath. With a mischievous look in his eye, he reached on the floor for the last piece of peach that had remained unharmed from his earlier fervor. "Now to finish my meal," he said as he placed one-half of the peach into his mouth and trailed the exposed end down the center of his queen's body to her waiting heat.

         Neither of them left the table for quite a while, although the queen’s chambers were quickly relocated to the king’s.

Word Count: 2136

(Author's Note: This was originally a writing exercise using key words to make a story. I've since adjusted the piece to flow better without the require words needed. Also, this is my first piece of erotica. Be kind when reviewing. )