The Broken Throne


Blinded by her tears, she was unable to notice the movement of Vlad, actually having forgotten about him in her distressed state. Slouching and silently crying, she just sat there in her chair without her wine until he suddenly pulled her up into his arms. It was a little shocking, to be held by someone that she had never even shaken hands with before, but the touch was more than needed. Shaky hands moved to his chest as she leaned into him heavily, face buried into his robes as her tears continued to spill as her first whimpers started come out.

Soon she was sobbing, and loudly at there, curled up again him as his hands gentle rubbed her spine. She was so broken in that moment, so tired and angry and in pain. It was a miracle that she honestly lasted as long as she head before she had her break down in truth, most women probably would have broken down only weeks after the event, not months. Burying her face deeper into his chest she continued to sob, tears staining his robes as her hands clutched at him desperately as if he was the only thing that could keep her stable. Her shaking had increased with her sobbing as she leaned there a weary and strained voice slipping out.

"So much blood...So much blood." She said before breaking into another sobbing fit.
 
The woman was falling apart in his arms. She held onto him as if her life depended on it and she sobbed uncontrollably, soaking him all the way through his robe and shirt. Already, he could feel a dampness touch his bare chest. Likely, those weren't just tears... Vlad inwardly shuddered at the fact she probably had mucus on his clothes, too. He was glad this wasn't his nicest outfit.

She weeps for the King. There was quite a lot of blood...

Vladimir's heart sank when that memory of him walking in on the room of death flashed in his mind. It made him hold onto Matilda tighter, as if silently letting her know that he empathized with her. She suffered far worse than he did, but at least he could relate on some level. Now more than ever he didn't think he could leave her alone. She was a fragile doll.

The stroking along her back became absent then, his hand accidentally wandering farther down. For a few seconds, he was rubbing along the curve of her rear. Doing so gave him a rush, snapping him out of his thoughts. His hand retreated with great speed and then went back around her waist. Normally, he'd apologize right away, but there were more important things to focus on.

Looking to the table where a cluster of candles was, he decided to walk them near it so he could have a clearer look at her face. There would be a mess to clean, considering her use of make-up combined with her large tears. Slowly and carefully, he headed over to the table without letting go. With one hand he picked up a handkerchief, with the other her steadied her to lean against the wall.

As he imagined, the illumination showed the disaster on her face. It also displayed the colourful mess on his clothes. With the tiniest amused smile, he shook off the green robe and let it fall to the floor, along with the shirt she simply untied and dropped. Those fabrics would be useless if this continued. He had no shame in wearing no tops. It was a comfortable thing he liked, in fact.

Wordlessly, he brought the girl's head to his solid bosom that was covered with soft curls the same colour as his hair. As they stood there, him holding her close, he used his other hand to dab at the sides of her face since that's all he could see at the moment.

"You needed this, I think. You will feel much better, I just know it," he assured her soothingly, his pulse likely thudding against her ear by now. Holding her like this rose happiness, and his 'accident' earlier excited him. Having her caught between him and this wall was something he liked, too. It was all he could think about now, however he continued to just clean what he could of her face. For he knew he was right; she needed to cry.
 

Stumbling slightly as he moved her towards the table, she was blinded by her tears. The dim room was only a splash of color in her vision, even then that was only when she opened her eyes if at all. As they entered the light of the candles she was placed against the wall, her hands clutching at her dress as her eye makeup started to trail over her chin and down her neck. What remained around her eyes was little and smeared, the rest of it making two identical lines down her cheeks where the tears had flowed. Her nose a bit of a mess as well, large sniffs being taken in an attempt to lessen the amount of damage it was causing.

She did not notice him remove his robe or shirt at all, only when he guided her head to him did she feel his skin of his chest and the curls of the small hairs there. She didn't think much of it at all in that moment, her crying taking up most of her energy and her mind. Continuing to cry, the tears started to lessen and her loud sobs went into small whimpers, her body having hit the wall finally and forcing herself to calm down and stop her tears. She leaned into him as he dabbed at her face, his pulse soothing her slightly as her hands found themselves pressed lightly against his stomach.

The only noise now was the light sniff of her nose as a small hand curled up her sleeve and started to clean her face on her own, though not gathering as much of the mess as he had been. That, and a small and dainty hiccup would sound every now and then as well as her thin and light frame finally started to settle.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." She said softly as she stood there, her hand still attempting to catch her own tears.
 
All was quiet except for her sniveling. Vladimir could tell she was slowly calming down, though. She wasn't gasping for air and the waterworks was less intense. This helped him relax. She didn't shy away from his helpfulness and nothing he did was making her sob harder. Oh, he was so glad.

"Sorry?" he asked, chortling. There was no reason to be sorry, he thought. This poor woman needed to let go of the negative energy that plagued her. If anything, he should be the apologetic one. He worked her to the bone while paying no mind to her mental health, after all.

As she tried cleaning her face with her own dress, he looked to his chest for a moment. It was soaked with her tears, though it didn't bother him. A hand brushed over the moist area before he tugged at her sleeves, silently asking that she not dirty her dress. He had a handkerchief that could do just as well, so he continued to dab her face with the patterned cloth. Some of the makeup would need to be washed off with water and a fresh rag, he noticed. Therefore, he got all he could before setting the piece of fabric down on the table beside them.

With a sigh, he brought the girl back into his arms and gave her body a light squeeze. A tingle of joy surged through him as he did. Her soft chest was pressing against his own, her skin separated from his by just one layer. There was an alluring scent to her, too. Whatever she used in her baths, he liked it. His mind was becoming a haze caused by her beauty, and the tension the two of them were experiencing from months of stress. He was reminded of what emotional needs the two of them had, and in his case: aggression.

The advisor tenderly rubbed her back some more, the motions more sensual as his fingertips dug into spots he predicted she had pain in. Stress caused a lot of ache to the back. There were particular areas that when touched, they could turn a woman to putty, too. "It's all right to cry, my queen," he whispered near her head, his massaging hand working at the ribbons keeping her dress together. "I will help make your tears go away."

After his hushed words, he pushed at the loosening fabric of her dress so her shoulders would be bared to him. Then, he tightened his embrace around her with both arms, while his lips kissed at the top of her head and slowly trailed towards her lips...
 

She continued to dab at her face until he tugged her sleeves down, taking up the work himself and using a handkerchief. She only let out a small huff of sorts as he touched and wiped her cheeks and face, taking with it what makeup had smeared and leaving behind what had stayed in place. Her face looked a bit better now, though terribly flushed and raw. She would need to give her face a good washing before sleeping that night. With a now semi clean face, Matilda was able to at least be mindful of what was happening to her, an occasional sniffle only there to keep her nose from making her face into another mess yet again.

Another small whine of sorts slipped from her as she was held tightly, mostly at the firm squeeze she had been given. She didn't mind it though, actually leaning into him and holding onto him as well in return. It was a welcome feeling, being wrapped around in a warm embrace of another, even if it was her adviser. She did not think much of how he was shirtless though, or how tight their bodies fit together. Her actions were more to seek out the comfort she desired at that moment. Had she known that a hug was all she had needed to lighten the heavy feelings in her heart she would have gotten one a long time ago.

Her body relaxed into his touch as he rubbed her back, the pains and aches from before slowly slipping away from her body. Though she did notice the loosening of her gown around er thin form, making her pull back slightly with flushed cheeks. She was not completely sure how to respond to these new actions, Vlad had never acted like this before. Her eyes closed as his lips made contact with her head, the sensation strange but comforting in a different way. Holding her eyes closed a bit tighter her head tilted down, her shyness continuing as her shoulders were exposed to him, her back also starting to appear as the ribbons gave way to the work of his fingers.

"Vladimir..." She said softly as a shy hand moved to her face, holding her cheek as if it was to keep her face from looking up into his gaze.
 
Matilda wasn't resisting, which tempted Vladimir even more. The urge was overtaking him. The very idea of dominating this woman of higher power was arousing him; it was obvious from the stiffness poking at her through his pants. This was what he'd been craving, he realized. The anger he felt from not being king could be channeled into sexual energy so he could strive to be that much less bitter.

Only seconds after she mumbled his name did he join their faces together. The first kiss was quick, just to sample the shape and flavour of her lips. Then, he mashed their lips together to kiss more passionately, his body pressing against hers to straighten her against the wall. His hands moved about swiftly so he could untie his hair, letting it fall down to his shoulders. The same was done with hers; it was undone of its lovely twists and tidiness so he could enjoy its length freely.

As they kissed, his fingertips tickled down her neck until he stopped at where her dress was still clinging to her form. Teasingly, his fingers traced the attire, tugging at it just little by little. Eventually, he had pushed down just enough to reveal the top, curvy line of her breasts. Instead of completely exposing her chest, he located her nipples through the fabric and rubbed his thumbs over them. The stroking continued and continued, even after they made their satisfying perks. His thumbs then pressed harder, still rubbing at a quick pace while his other fingers wrapped around her dress covered breasts to keep them in place.

Teasing her like this made him that much harder. He wanted to make her beg for his touch on her bare skin. He wanted to make her submit completely. He wanted to ravage her. In this fragile state she was in, he couldn't imagine a better time to indulge. This lovely woman's body was far too irresistible, as was her voice, her smile...

The kiss went on for only a little longer until he separated their faces for a quick breath. It didn't take him long to move his mouth to her jaw, though. He kissed it repeatedly, inching ever so closely to her neck.
 

Matilda had not been expecting the kiss, though she certainly didn't resist it either. Her body felt strange in this moment, both hot and cold at the same time. His touch made her shiver but her face only burned hotter with each passing moment their lips stayed connected. Locked between himself and the wall, she was helpless to his advances on her body, her skin prickling with goose bumps as she felt something pressing up against one of her thighs.

She let out a small whimper into the kiss as he undid her own hair, the long locks cascading down her shoulders until the end of her hair danced lightly around her hips. Her body pressed into the wall as his hand tugged down on her dress, the loose ribbons still a little determined to keep her covered. He was not stopped though as his thumbs found her nipples, bring forth a small moan from her chest. They perked almost instantly from his work, her legs getting a bit shaky as he continued to tease her without any mercy. He only seemed to find satisfaction in making her whine and whimper weakly, his actions continuing on even though she had done her best to pull back from the over load of sensations. Though in the end it was pointless as the wall certainly wasn't going to step out from behind her and let her move back.

When their lips finally parted she let out a heavy gasp, her eyes half open as his mouth moved and latched onto her jaw. Shivering again, her voice finally was able to slip out completely. A weak moan and whines poured from her throat as he kissed along her jaw and moved slowly down to her neck. Her eyes were drunk with the pleasure of his touch, lost and confused as to what was happening, but completely accepting and submissive to each comforting and pain erasing feel of his fingers and lips. Her own hands came to rest on his arms, weakly holding onto him as if he were the only thing to keep her standing at that moment.

"A-ah...Ah~ V-Vlad...imir..." She stuttered softly into his ear as her back arched out from another kiss on her smooth skin, her nipples almost painfully perk as her clothing only teased her by rubbing up against the sensitive flesh.
 
Vladimir's excitement increased as she trembled against him, her body desperately pressing into his lips and hands so it could be pleasured more. He smirked against the pulse in her neck before kissing it several times, his lips later on latching onto that sensitive spot to leave a mark. Vlad sucked her delicious skin with fierceness while his hands let up on her breasts to free her of her dress. Tug after tug, he worked it past her chest, belly and legs until it dropped to the floor around her feet.

As he feasted on her flesh, Vlad's hands went back to her soft bosom where his hands energetically fondled her breasts. The hard peaks were being rubbed by his rough palms, stimulating them with the lightest of touches. With a groan, he paused kissing and licking at her neck to look into her drunken eyes. His own eyes were swirling with lust, almost hypnotically.

That silent staring was broken by the quick movement of his hands. He located his wrists and held one in each hand, then pinned them against the wall behind her, stretching her arms out as far as they could go. His erection, still contained in his trousers, was pressed against her body at which his hips ground into as he pleased. Tonight, she would be the one bowing to him.

Vlad smiled at her deviously before lowering himself a little, leveling his face with her chest. With her body still strongly pinned down, he took one of the hardened peaks into his mouth and sucked it generously. His tongue flicked about playfully, too. All of his focus was placed on this one breast, leaving the other unloved. Yet another form of his teasing.

Moaning against her skin, Vladimir took his lips from her breast to swirl his tongue around sloppily. He then moved his face to the other breast that was surely in need of attention. He did nothing yet, though. Instead, he said in a sensual voice: "Ask me nicely, Queen Matilda, and I shall reward you."
 

A strong shudder than through her body as he suddenly started to suck upon her neck, a weak moan slipping out of her lips as her gown was worked off of her body. As the garment fell to the floor she was left exposed, save for a small covering to keep her most precious place hidden from his view. Pale skin glowed in the dim candle light as her light pink nipples stood perk and eager for more of his touch. Head falling back into the wall, her eyes hovered as if they were about to close from the feel of his palms teasing her breasts.

She could only stare back silently into his own lusty gaze as she panted, her breath hot and her cheeks flushed from his continuous teasing and kissing. Unable to resist, her arms were pinned, spread out wide to make them weak. A shiver took hold of her as he ground his hips against her body, letting her feel his own arousal thorough the last layer of fabric keeping him decent. He did not stop there though as he moved down her body, taking one of her nipples into her mouth and sucking upon it.

Her back arched off of the wall instantly as a moan slipped from her throat, her hands clenching at the air as she was both pleasured and teased at the same time as only one nipple was getting any attention. The feel of his tongue upon her breast sent shocks through her body, making the weak frame of the queen struggle more noticeable in his solid grip. When he pulled back though she calmed a bit, leaning back again and panting as she tried to calm her rough breathing and racing heat.

Looking at him as he spoke softly, her cheeks only darkened at his demand. She couldn't resist it though, not when he was making her feel so good...so safe. Licking her lips absentmindedly, as they had gone dry, she mustered the strength to speak softly to him.

"Please...Vladimir, please..." She begged him, her form slouching slight into.
 
"As you wish, my queen," he replied in a deep voice, greedily taking her breast into his mouth. One way or another, he'd get what he wanted out of her. Vlad had nothing against teasing and torturing her even worse if she were to refuse his demands. In this room, he had control.

For a good, long moment he pleasured her breast with his mouth, soaking the flesh with his saliva. His throat drummed with his groans as he did so, his mouth working at a much faster speed now. The rush of seducing her this way was driving him crazy. Her skin tasted so good, and her body felt sensational against his own. Vladimir had every intention of making this last so he could savour each second of it.

Hot breath licked against her chest when he moved his head back, his chest heaving in his effort to catch his breath. With that tight grip still around her wrists, he straightened himself to his full height. He could see that he was able to make her forget about her woes, at least for this evening. She craved more from him; he could see it in her eyes. He intended to make her crave him again and again, for days upon days...

Both of her wrists were then bound by only one of his hands, the two joined together and pinned above her head. The other hand ran slowly down her petite form, circling over her breasts a few times before wandering further. The curious hand stopped at one of her hips and then trailed behind her, coming into contact with her behind. Instantly, he filled his palm with the ample flesh, kneading it over and over while his fingers dug against the beautiful crevice between the cheeks.

Moaning once more, while still massaging her ass, he pushed their hips together so that he could grind himself against her sweet spot. Through her underwear, he could feel the moisture building from her arousal. Breathing heavily, he put his lips next to her ear and whispered: "I suppose you deserve a sample. But if you make too much noise, there will be consequences. And believe me, that will be near impossible to avoid..."

After licking at her ear, he let go of her arms and spun her around so that her front was squished against the wall. Using his legs, he separated hers just enough to make room for himself behind her. While one hand tugged at her underwear, the other tugged at his pants, both articles of clothing dropping to their owners' ankles. With one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, the other hand traced along her back and stopped at her hip. With his fingers, he pushed apart the cheeks of her rear so he could fit the head at her entrance. He was going to fuck her right now without using his hands to stretch her out first; this would surely make her cry out. He was anxious to see if he'd get to play with her more; be rougher with her; torture her. For now, he'd just give her a taste of what was to come later.

"Not a peep," he reminded her quietly, with a hint of sugar to let her know he didn't intend to harm her like a deranged maniac would. With that said, he pushed himself into her, pressing her even harder against the wall. Vlad moaned deeply and more loudly this time as his cock pushed past her tight walls, forcing him to motion back and forth several times until he was all the way inside. He smiled impishly at the back of her head and gripped her hips tightly, his own hips pressing firmly against her butt as he moved in very long, slow strokes.
 

Matilda moaned as he took her other breast into his mouth finally, her nipple being pleasured just as the other one had. She shivered there in his hold until he pulled his mouth away, breathing over her freshly soaked skin and making her shiver with pleasure. She wanted more, to feel more of that pleasurable touch that he was giving her. Thought as he took both of her wrists into one hand she looked at him quietly, though with her gaze hazy and lusty. Whimpering as shivering as his now free hand roamed her body, she gave a small 'eep' when he groped at her behind, her own body jumping up at bit.

As he ground into her hips, pinning her to the wall effectively, she have a small moan. He was rubbing up against her through the thin cloth that was her panties, her own arousal being discovered as her wetness started to seep through. As his lips tickled her ear from his whispered she sighed and breathed heavily, only barely grasping onto what he was saying to her.

Before she could think, or even blink for that matter, she was spun and forced into the wall, her breasts squished roughly into the cool surface. Her hands lay flat against it as she looked back over her shoulder quietly and curiously wondering what he could be doing. She couldn't see much at the angle but as she heard cloth shuffling and felt her own panties fall to her ankles, she had an idea of what was to come. She closed her eyes for a moment as he spread her cheeks apart, reminding her to keep quiet before suddenly pushing inside.

She cried out, though only partially as her hand quickly darted to her lips to stop the sound from getting any louder. A tear formed in her eye from the sting of the stretch, it both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her. Her muscles clenched fiercely in response to his rough entrance, gripping at him so tightly that it might have been painful, though she could not tell if he was feeling any or not. A whimper was muffled by her thin fingers as he started to slowly push in and pull out, making terribly long and torturous stokes with his length.

Shivering and twitching, her legs shook under her frame, showing how weak they had become at that very moment. She forced herself more into the wall, doing her best to stay standing as pleasure and pain started to mix together inside of her stomach.
 
As her muscles clamped down on him, he struggled to keep up the pace of moving in and out of her. Vlad should have expected as much. She didn't have time to be romantic with anyone, so of course she'd be so tight. It hurt at first, but it didn't take him long to adapt. In no time at all, his rigid member was moving in and out still slowly, powerfully...

Vladimir's head filled with a pleasurable light headed feeling. Groaning delightfully, he ground his hips against her backside some more, sometimes buying himself as deeply as he could in an effort to make her cry out for him. Hastily, one of his hands slipped between her body and the wall, his fingers finding the front of her sensitive sweet spot. During his fucking, his fingers parted the lips of her sex so he could more easily find her clitoris. Gently at first, his middle finger prodded at the little nub. He teased and teased until he pressed harder, soon finding that his finger was swirling around that area, flicking her clit about with great dexterity. Using his other hand, he held her firmly in place. She had no choice but to enjoy the strong, slow motions of his cock coupled with his fast moving fingers.

At one point, Vlad nearly lost himself in all the ecstasy. It took a lot of strength for him to not explode deep within her, right here and now. He was too determined to make this last until he tired of pleasuring and torturing her, though. So, he resisted.

"You are a naughty queen," he said seductively, his breathing hot and heavy against her skin. It became apparent that the professional, classy advisor loved to engage in rougher forms of sex. Especially when it came to this gorgeous queen, Matilda, who deserved to be wrecked in all the right ways. He was intent on delivering feelings that seemed too good to exist. "Do you know what happens to queens who have been bad?"

As he spoke the last word of his statement, he quickened the speed of his fingers on her clitoris and pulled his cock out of her just far enough so that the tip was still snug inside. Then, after a short period of stillness, he rammed inside of her, growling as he did so. Oh, she felt wonderful. So very wonderful...
 

Matilda was lost, her mind gone to the pleasure that was slowly taking over her mind. As he rammed into her deeply, her muscles would spazzum and cling to him, holding him deep inside of her until she relaxed once again. Panting from all of this, she barely noticed his one hand slipping between her legs, only feeling it once he spread her lips apart and started to tease that small and sensitive nub above her entrance. Hunching a bit into the wall she panted and whined from the quickness of his fingers, her legs closing tightly as if that would be any help to putting all these sensations at bay.

The quick flicks of his hand and the slow movement of his hips was driving her insane, the contrast to much for her to take almost as she started to slip down the wall, her thighs soaked in her own juices. At his whispered she lifted her head slightly, showing she was listening even though her expression was that of a woman drunk on pleasure and passion. Her skin prickled under the feel of his breath, it teasing her to no end and making her shiver roughly against him.

She couldn't vocally answer his question, though she honestly wasn't certain if he wanted an answer or not. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or teasing at that moment. A shudder ran though her as his fingers quickened but his pace slowed, his hips only leaving the tip inside of her sex. That pause was the longest moment of her life, or so it felt like it. As soon as he pushed in though she cried out.

"Gods! Aaah~" She moaned, biting her lip afterwards and whimpering as she hunched over again, slipping just a bit more down the wall.
 
Matilda's body was shivering so violently that she was nearly collapsing. In fact, he was probably the only reason she was able to keep from falling to the floor. Vlad took satisfaction from this. Already, so early, she was crumbling beneath him. He smiled devilishly at the back of her head as he continued thrusting, however his movements became slower, eventually to a pause. The only motions she could fell were his fingers gently prodding at her clitoris still.

"Oho, you haven't kept very quiet," he pointed out breathlessly, mischief in his voice. Kissing one of her shoulders, he withdrew his hand and erection from her. Allowing her weight to slump against him, he licked at his dirty fingers while his other hand stroked along her very long, beautiful hair.

A moment was taken for the two of them to relax until suddenly, she was taken into his arms. Matilda was spun around from the wall and hoisted up so that her legs would wrap around his waist, his hands keeping her steady. He then joined their mouths together, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth so it could tangle with hers. They kissed deeply and messily while he walked them over towards her bed, having many plans in store for her.

Still kissing her, he walked past the canopy of her large bed. They'd appear as two nude shadows now to someone if they were to be in the room, hidden behind the privacy fabrics. She was sat down onto the edge of the bed, with him kneeling on the floor. To keep her distracted, he intensified the kiss while one of his hands worked at her breasts which deserved some love after being squished the way they were. During the light pleasures he delivered, his other hand was reaching for the ribbons tied around the bed posts for decoration. Once one was in his possession, he used it to bind her wrists together in front of her.

When that was complete, he broke the kiss and pulled back. A moment was taken to admire her. The beautiful Matilda was naked in front of him, vulnerable and hungry. Vlad proceeded by knocking her onto her side, then turned her around so that her back was to him once more. 'As punishment, I shall fuck her like a dog.' he thought excitedly.

Hastily, his hands grabbed her hips to pull her rear towards him until her feet were on the floor. He then arched her body by grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her body into the shape he wanted. He watched hungrily at her form half on the bed, half on the floor just waiting for him. Still holding onto her hair, he used his other hand to spread her legs apart, then held onto her hip to help him steadily slide inside her once more.

Vlad began a steady rhythm of thrusting inside her wet pussy, his throat releasing beastly moans. The hand on her hip moved to her wonderful behind. He fondled it for a while before striking one of the cheeks with his palm, making a sharp, slapping noise in the room. This time, he sexed her faster. Just like she desired.
 

As his movements slowed to that of it only bring his fingers to pleasure her, Matilda panted loudly. She was almost breathless at this point from his teasing, and Vlad seemed to be also as well from all of the work he was doing. A blush coated her cheeks as he scolded her on being loud, making her bite her lip a bit nervously as she stared at the wall with half open eyes. As he pulled his member and hands away from her body she slumped against him, letting out a small sigh as he turned into her sturdy platform. It didn't last for very long though and before she knew it he was upon her once more.

He spun her around, effectively picking her up so she was forced to wrap her legs around him, her hands darting out to grip onto him as if she feared falling to the floor. His lips contented with her's in a hungry kiss, a small whimpered slipping out on her part as her hands slipped through his hair, trying to cling to him as tightly as possible in that moment. She was unaware of where he planned to go as he carried her, though as she felt the brushing of satin on her skin and the plushness of a bed beneath her bottom, she figured out that the bed had been the destination.

His hands slipped to her breasts once again, making her moan and shiver as she sat there on the edge. She was glad to not be standing any longer, she would not have been able to keep that up for much longer with all he was doing to her small body. However, as she was distracted by the kiss, she found herself suddenly tied...quite literally in fact. As he pulled back from their kiss her wrists were bound together by one of the bed post ribbons, leaving her caught and at his mercy. She was pushed onto her side then and turned so her back was to him, her feet on the floor once more though the rest of her body lay there on the silk sheets.

A gasp slipped from her as he took a fist full of hair, holding her up with that alone. It hurt, making her grimace uncomfortably as he hands roamed her body and spread her open. The pulling would be forgotten though as he slipped inside, taking her much faster than before. Her muscles clenched around him more snugly as he took her, giving a sharp squeeze with each sharp hit to her backside. Cried of pleasure would follow as he did this, her cheeks turning almost as red as her flushed face.
 
Vladimir wouldn't slow down for even a moment. He was enjoying this far too much! Wave upon wave of ecstasy washed over him, allowing his body to reach maximum satisfaction. The queen's insides felt spectacular around his raging member that slammed into her again and again. For the first time in forever, he felt... Alive.

Feeling sweat collecting in his hand, he let go of her hair and let it fall messily on and around her body. Both hands then gripped her hips tightly, keeping her firmly in place so he could continue his heavenly rhythm. Vlad was in love with her body now more than ever. For so long, he admired it from afar. He felt guilty those times for imagining how she looked without clothes on. Now his wish had come true, and by gods it was sweet.

While making an ecstatic hum, he pulled her hips as closely to his pelvis as he could. His cock buried deeply within her, remaining there while he rotated his hips skillfully. The advisor made even more noise as he did so. The feeling of her plump rear pressed against him drove him as mad as the sensation of swirling around her soaked insides.

Licking his lips, Vlad set one last smack across her behind before exiting her and dragging her farther onto the bed. He himself climbed on top of it, pulling her along by her ankles until she was at the center of the wonderfully soft mattress with him. Matilda was rolled onto her back with her tied hands forced to raise above her, then he parted her legs as far as they'd go, exposing her soaked sex to him. "Mmmm..."

Vladimir kept her wide open so he could slide back into her that much more easily. His head tilted back and he moaned deeply. Both hands kept a good grip around her knees, keeping her spread apart as widely as he could get her to. As he fucked her quick and hard, he watched her breasts bounce in the air. This new sight of her was amazing to him. He decided he would finish her like this. There was always the morning to play with her some more...
 

Matilda had given up holding in her moan by this time, it was completely pointless. Her voice was high and pleasured, ringing through the room and bouncing off the walls. She would not be surprised if other people in the castle could hear her at this point, and she didn't care much either. The feelings Vladimir was causing, the pleasure and enjoyment she was getting from this, all of this far outweighed what her servant thought of her at that moment. She felt...happy.

The moment he let go of her hair her head fell forward, landing into the sheets and muffling the sounds she was making. Her hair covered her upper half very well, leaving only bits of her back and most of her behind in plain view for him to see. She'd squirm though, tossing her hair about as he buried himself deeply inside of her and ground his hips. Her toes curled excitedly as another heavy and long moan vibrated in her throat. This was absolute heaven!

If she had know the cures this could bring her she would have done it ages ago. Though with cures did come pain, like the slaps to her behind. A cry escaped her as he gave another harsh hit to her backside before pulling out once again roughly pulling her farther onto the bed. Resting upon her back now, her arms still tied though now above her head, she looked up at him with half open eyes. The only way to describe it was being drunk, lost in the pleasure and sensations. As he spread her legs wide she blushed deeply and glanced away, his stare making her shiver a bit while her sex twitch hungrily for more.

Her hands clenched into fists as he slipped in again, a weak and airy sigh slipping from her this time. Back arching off of the sheets, she moaned with him. This current pace was perfect and quickly bringing her to some point she didn't understand but knew she wanted to be at. Muscles squirming around him, she gasped out and cried eagerly, her toes curling as her body not actively sought out pleasurable release.
 
Vladimir couldn't contain his sexual rage any longer. Her voice was filling the room, easily overcoming his own. This inspired him to hold tighter to her legs, enabling to thrust into her more quickly with stability. After all he'd done to her, she was still conscious and her body continued to hunger for him. This wasn't at all what he was expecting.

There was a sudden change of heart as he sexed her this way. Those cries she made, the way she'd say his name; it turned him on. It became less about releasing his aggression and anger, and more about pleasing her. He wanted her to tell him want to do; he wanted to fulfill the duty of a servant to his queen. It was as if she were a sexual goddess demanding generous tributes! The very idea was making his mind nearly explode.

"A-Ah, you're highness--" Vlad's throat was dry as he spoke and he could not finish his statement. Quite possibly, he didn't even know what he was going to say in the first place. The plethora of bliss was way too over whelming.

Then, finally, he lost his grip on his orgasm. With a monster of a moan, he pushed himself in as deeply as he could and released his seed. As each spurt left him, he became meeker, his hold on her legs now easy to break from. He stayed strong on his knees, as tired as his legs felt. Vlad was swimming in a sea of delight, barely in contact with reality.

Panting harder than he ever had before, he let go of her legs and slouched, his sensitive cock still inside of her.
 

The last moments were a complete blur, mostly because her body was hitting it's peak and her brain was barely able to make a proper thought. It was only wave after wave of pleasure, hitting her again and again in time with his thrusting. Weak, breathless and barely able to figure out where she was anymore, Queen Matilda came...and quite loudly.

"AAAAAH~"

The sound echoed off the walls and vibrated around the room, quite the feat for a usually silent female. Still, just the feeling of him filling her was enough to send her over the edge, making her come roughly and her sex squeezed his member as he came as well. Her body shivered as the pleasure started to calm a bit, it almost as if she had been hit by an earthquake and all that remained was the last bits of power before all would return to calm. Though as she calmed, her muscles seemed to try and pull more from his, as if trying to milk him of all his body could make. Her body was limp underneath him as she finally calmed, her eyes closed and her chest moving heavily with each tired breath.

She was weak and certainly would not be moving soon, that only being prolonged by the fact that she was still tied at the wrists and Vladimir was still inside of her. For the longest time she said nothing, only laying there and gathering herself as best as someone in her position, or that position in general, could do.
 
As his mind began to clear of the haze, Vlad went to getting Matilda and himself differently situated. He started by exiting her insides, carrying many fluids as he did so. With a heavy sigh, he untied the ribbon from around her wrists. Once that was all taken care of, he fell back onto his rear and slouched, still trying to catch his breath. He was tired, too. Definitely more than previously. All that he'd done with a sleep deprived body had officially worn him out.

Normally, when feeling as filthy as he did currently, he'd get right into the bath. Vladimir was much too exhausted to even get on his feet, though. So, he decided it could wait until the morning. Most likely, he'd fall asleep in the bath anyway and risk drowning.

Idly, one of his hands was stroking along Matilda's bare leg. She looked beautiful this way; naked, sprawled out on the bed and lit up by dim candles through a somewhat transparent canopy. Truly, the image of a deity.

"I was quite... Tough on you. I hope you can forgive me," he spoke up in a raspy voice, giving her thigh an affectionate squeeze. Something told him she didn't resent him for the hardcore love making he delivered. After all, she resisted none of it. And she laid there smiling, with the obvious hint of satisfaction. Truthfully, he liked every minute of it. He'd never felt so powerful, or so physically overjoyed.

Vladimir attempted to make a bow to her from where he sat. It was out of respect for his ruler, and also a display of loyalty. He was so in love with this lady's body that he didn't want to admire any other. He wanted to ravage her some more, make love to her, be commanded by her. For the first time in his life, her authority over him was a turn on.

Smiling meekly, he sat up straight again and then fell backwards, completely out of energy now. He laid there silently, slowly and soundlessly falling asleep. It was by accident, really. He was going to head back to his own bed to leave her in peace, but his being argued against it.
 
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