The Queen’s Display
Info - fingering, nipple play, playing with someone sexually in from of others, masturbation, dom Hal, vocal fem
The other prince’s eyes shouldn’t have been on me, but they were. Hal sat there with intense pride. He knew I was more beautiful, more sensual, more well endowed than any of their wives or concubines.
“Isn’t she a beauty?” Hal asked of them. They sipped their wine with narrowed eyes. While they looked on, Hal attached his lips to my throat.
“Mmmmm,” I whined. He smirked and let his teeth graze my skin. He adored how verbal I was.
Now his long deft fingers played with my laced up corset. He pulled at the strings, undoing them slowly so that everyone saw.
“Henry, what do you play at?” Ground out an older prince.
“It’s nice to see pretty little things isn’t it? And what is prettier than my Queen?” He asked plainly.
My corset was now completely undone. I huffed out a breath of relief. Then, Hal pulled down my top with a quick yank. My tits fell out of my top. I nearly squeaked.
“Look at these,” he chuckled.
He comforted me with praises while he touched me. He was bragging as my plump breast and sensitive, swollen, nipples were touched.
I made absolutely pitiful sounds. He knew stimulation to my nipples always made me sensitive.
He massaged handfuls of flesh as he bragged to the other Prince’s. I knew some sent us dirty looks of jealousy, while some shamelessly touched their own bodies. Young and old men all gazing at my exposure.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured in my ear. I leaned back into him further as one of his hands dropped to my thigh. I writhed, and I heard a dark chuckle from his chest.
A spark, no, a flame was beginning inside me. His fingers pressed to my bundle of nerves. My cunt wept into my skirt, creating a wet patch.
I laid back against him, head on his shoulder. He kissed my temple as he kept up his ministrations. Was it minutes or hours of worship? I did not know, but when I opened my eyes all the men around me were touching themselves.
So many cocks were out. Wet sounds of lust filled the room. All I cared about was the voice in my ear and the way Henry touched the apex of my thighs and my sensitive nipples.
“Hal, I’m going to-“ my hips bucked up, cutting me off. I felt him hard underneath me. I was absolutely trembling as I neared release. I loved being on display, his play thing in front of so many people.
“My king,” I panted desperately. “May I come?”
“Come for me angel girl, show them how wet a queen gets,” he murmured in my ear. His fingers were deep and curling inside me. I was drenched at my core. The hardened buds on my breasts were swollen more than they ever had been.
I came like lightning had struck me. My peak was sharp and delicious and ran through me like lapping flames. The most lewd noises and begging exited my mouth.
“Hal, oh Henry, my king, my GOD!” I exclaimed, praising him like a real deity. He was all and everything.
“That’s my girl,” he praised.
After the pleasure ebbed a little he continued to pet my nipples. The scent of me permeated the air, but there was more too.
“Look around,” Hal whispered.
I realised I’d closed my eyes in bliss. I opened them and looked as he demanded. Many of the men had soiled their garments with semen, so many exploding from watching me.
“Not all of them finished sweet girl. Let’s go again Angel, and see how many of those sweet noises it takes from you to get them all there.”
He began to touch me again. This would be a long, wonderful night.
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