The Broken Throne

Matilda sat there in silence for a moment as she looked at him, her hands staying on the desk. It appeared as if he did not want to talk about it, and she was willing to accept that. Though, maybe she could ask him again later, after the walk through town and dinner. He might not want others to hear him vent.

"No, You may go get ready for the walk. I shall as well." She said as she made a move to stand, pushing her chair in before walking over to the door as well. Pausing in the door way, she looked up at him for a small moment.

"Vladimir...You know that if there is anything wrong you can come talk to me, I'll listen to anything you have to say." She said simply before turning and heading on her way down the hall.

She took her time heading to her room, not rushing mostly because this was a leisurely thing for her. To go on a small walk through town would be no effort at all. She would just make sure to have on a good face as she did this though, wouldn't want the citizens to think that there was something wrong with her. As a queen, she was determined to keep her people faithful, even if it meant having to push herself a lot more than she was used to and working extra hard.

Entering her room, she headed over to her closet to pick out a much warmer outfit, there would be no use for a strong face if her body was shaking so easily from the cold.
 
As he put on one of his warmer robes, he thought about what Matilda said. She told him that he could talk to her about anything at all. The thought was very kind and he wouldn't expect any less. He still felt like he could not, though. Opening up wasn't something he liked to do, nor was he good at it.

The situation was shrugged off when he left his room to head out of the castle. At his side was a boy about the age of thirteen, carrying a large basket he could fill with food. Vlad walked with perfect posture, his sleeves looking connected because he joined his hands together. It was an effective way of keeping his fingers warm.

Patiently, he and the orphan servant boy waited for the queen so they could stroll through the harvest festival. All she needed to do was smile, wave and show interest in the people as she passed them. Joining him outside was a pair of lightly armoured men with swords at their sides. It was their duty to guard the queen. One never knew what dangers the public could bring.

When Matilda arrived, they walked into town, heading towards the festivities. The wind was bitter, but the people were warm with happiness and faith. One of the things he admired about this town was its unending happiness.
 
After pulling on a long jacket with fur around the edges of the bottom and around the neck line, she joined Vlad and the young servant boy, along with the guards. As they walked though the town, the festival was in full swing. There were musicians playing and stands of fried foods and treats lining the streets. Lanterns were hung all over the city in bright colors and there were even dancers preforming in the more open areas. Matilda found herself smiling a bit, it was nice to see her people so happy.

With the war happening and having done a number on her peoples moral, she was glad to see the festival bring smiles to their faces. It also didn't hurt that her soldiers would be returning home in a victory march over the enemy. Though this gave them a great advantage in the fight, this didn't mean the war was completely over. Just because they said that there might be surrender or a peace treaty did not mean that was the case. Their kingdom was a perfect example.

The city and castle had been nearly ruined in the attack months ago, leaving them kingless and soon under the control of a untrained young queen. Surrender would have been assumed. They had not given up though, so they couldn't assumed that the enemy would give up just like that. Still, the news lightened the mood and people were happy. She looked over the stalls quietly as they walked through the town, glancing at the freshly picked foods.
 
Vladimir stayed close to his party of five, making little to no effort in communicating with the people. His reputation was a positive one, however he was known to be quiet and serious. The people respected that. People bowed to the queen as she passed them, including the skeptics who didn't believe in her. One of the finer qualities of this town was no matter who was in charge, they were shown good behaviour.

"Um, M-Master Vladimir, might I have some help carrying some of this?" asked the servant boy quite shyly, his eyes looking to the ground in shame because he was no yet strong enough to handle much weight. He was an orphan taken into the castle, which was far more merciful than what the orphanage had to offer.

He didn't show it, but he was annoyed by the question. With a fake smile, he looked to the scrap of paper that the cooks gave to him listing the ingredients they needed. Some of the items would agreeably amount to a lot of weight. So, he multi-tasked servicing the queen and assisting the servant lad with groceries. By the end of the day, they had a basket filled with fruits, vegetables, a couple bottles of pumpkin ale, and paper wrapped meats. Vlad carried a decent sized pumpkin in his arms since it was too large for the basket. When a guard insisted on carrying it, Vlad refused. Those men needed their hands freed for their weapons if needed.

"Lead us back home when you're ready, my queen," Vlad instructed, hoping that time would come soon. His face was feeling numb from the decreasing temperature, except for when they'd pass by fires that were cooking and warming the townsfolk. Also, he just wanted to be back home. Being out in public was stressing him for some reason. There was a lot frustrating him lately.
 
"Let's head back now then...It's close to dinner time anyway." She said lightly as she glanced to Vladimir, currently holding onto a rather large pumpkin.

She was a bit tired herself, the cold was having an effect on her thin body. She didn't have the build to stay warm for very long at the moment, her long period of starving depression having long lasting effects on her form. It would be a long while until she would be at a healthy weight again, so for now she would do her best and start to eat right and more often. Leading the way back to the castle, she went about bowing lightly to those who bowed to her.

It was only the polite thing to do. They were respecting her, even if some of them didn't believe in her ability to be a queen, so she would respect them in return and do what she could for them. Though, at the moment, she was a little more concerned with getting back to the castle where it was warm. Even the fires they past did nothing to warm her cold body. Taking quicker steps, she headed the rest of the way to the castle.

"It is far colder than I thought it would be this evening." She said softly as they approached the large castle doors.
 
"I'm a bit chilled myself," he replied to Matilda, licking at his dry lips. The air was very crisp. He could tell that this autumn would be beautiful, but it would later turn into a harsh winter. A note was made in the back of his mind to make a decree that people reinforce their homes so they'd be prepared for snowfall. He'd need to talk to the queen later about imports, too. Perhaps they could trade another country for warmer materials.

When they made it safely back into the castle, Vlad gave the pumpkin to one of the cooks who immediately walked up to collect the goods. As well, the servant boy was relieved from his duty of accompanying the queen so he could tend to other things. The advisor gave the youngster a pat on the head before seeing him off.

Now left alone with Matilda, he turned to her and offered his arm to her, insisting that he escort her back to her room. The poor woman was frozen to the bone, even with her quality garments meant to trap heat. If she kept eating good meals, she would gain weight just fine. Previously, he requested that the cooks provide her with lots of fattening foods to help the process.

"We're almost there, your majesty. I'll see to it that you warm up so you don't freeze any longer," Vlad assured her with a nod and a small smile. The man himself could use some heated relaxation, like soaking in warm water and reading a novel beside the fire.

There was another 'heated' activity that interested him as well. He was grateful for his cold cheeks being red already, otherwise he would have been caught blushing. That urge for release was building up over the past few weeks. It was one of the many reasons he was so stressed lately. The beast within him was already tempting him.
 
Matilda also gave the small servant boy a pat on the head as he was sent off, the cooks having collected the goods to start on that evenings meal. Hopefully it would be many hot soups and fattening treats, anything to get the chill off of her back and hands. As the guards left them and the halls became empty of workers, Matilda looked to Vladimir who was offering his arm to her. Taking it gently, she let him lead the way back to her room with promises of warming up.

Her cheeks were already pink from the cold but she was grateful for it for then he could no see the blush that had formed. His words brought memories of the night they laid together, reminding her of just how warm it had gotten. Though the act was embarrassing to think about, she had to admit the idea of laying with him again was...tempting. It had been so nice and pleasurable and comforting. It's hard to not like something such as that.

Still, she did not comment on it and instead smiled up at him. "Thank you Vladimir...That is very kind of you. I intrust myself to you then." She said as a simple reply as her bedroom doors came into view.

Letting go of Vladimir's arm for a moment she reached out to open her room. She paused though, turning to him slowly. "You...will be coming in...correct?" She asked softly, wondering if he had intended to leave her alone instead, something she hoped was not that case.
 
With the way she asked him her question and the look she gave him, he could tell that she didn't want to go inside alone. Was she troubled again by the nightmares of the king's murder? Was she afraid of something? None of those possibilities made sense to him, because she seemed perfectly fine the past weeks despite the symptoms of her starvation.

"I'll join you," he answered, idly stroking the hair on his chin because he was in thought early. After lowering his hand, he followed her inside, shutting the doors behind them.

Instantly, he began to melt in her room. There was already a fire crackling; a wise servant thought ahead. Being the gentleman he was, Vladimir took Matilda's coat for her and laid it down on a nearby chair. Afterwards, he led her to the fireplace so she could defrost. The two of them stood upon a soft rug made from animal pelts, which warmed his feet nicely after he slid off his footwear.

Vladimir stayed close to her, one arm kept across her shoulders while he lent her his body heat. The last time he allowed himself to be this near her was weeks ago when he seduced her. Any other time between then and now was an accident, such as bumping into each other or standing close to each other as he read her paperwork over her shoulder.

Right then, he found himself losing hold on the reigns of his sanity. A man could be tame for only so long when it came to physical needs. At the risk of seeming indecent, Vlad turned his body to face hers with a hand on each of her arms. The queen was pulled as close as he could get her and he lowered his head to join their lips, his heart racing beneath his chest.
 
Matilda found herself a little more happy when he said he would come into the room. She found herself enjoying his company more and more that sometimes when she was alone she wished she had the heart to ask him to come and talk with her. She refrained though because she knew that he needed rest just as much as she did and she did not want to bother him. Quietly standing there, Matilda let him remove her coat and take her over to the fire and stand there with her.

His arm was warm, as was the rest of him, making her feel rather content in that moment. Leaning into him a bit she stood there on her thick fur rugs and closed her eyes as if resting a bit. There was something nice about this contact and yet it was no different from any other time. They would bump into each other or he would hover over her and read documents over her shoulder. This though, this felt really....really right.

She was brought out of her slight dosing by his sudden grabbing, turning her to face him. She wasn't even given a chance to blink before he kissed her deeply, holding her close. Her chest pressed into his, she could feel his heart beating loudly, her own doing the same at their closeness. Shy hands reached up to touch his shirt, gripping it a bit as she leaned into the kiss.

Matilda wasn't sure what it was, but something was driving her. Some hunger or need to feel this touch and warmth again. Even though she would have never thought to do such things before, she found herself thinking about them more and more. It was as if she couldn't think of anything else! Though, thankfully work was enough to at least keep the thoughts at bay.
 
Matilda's response sealed the deal for Vladimir. He felt her lithe fingers move past his robe to grip onto his shirt, telling him that she welcomed his affections. His hands left her shoulders so he could strip himself of the robe while still holding onto her lips. In a flash, the soft covering fell to the floor behind him, making a small thud due to its weightiness.

The kiss deepened as seconds ticked by. He put more passion into it, their lips squishing together in different ways while the tip of his tongue teased at her mouth. The entire time, he was undoing the buttons of his shirt, leaving it completely open as it hung on his broad shoulders. That would do for now, he thought. The beautiful woman in front of him needed tending to!

Vlad's excited hands jumped to Matilda, running along the shape of her body. Although she was sickly thin, she maintained a lovely hourglass shape. During his exploration, his fingers undid every ribbon and button they could find so she could easily slip out of the dress she wore. They'd be so much more comfortable without their clothes and having warm skin against skin would heat them up in no time.

With the dress hanging loosely on her body, he continued to caress her figure. There was a bulge in his pants threatening to break free on its own. The gentlemanly Vladimir was taking a nap now. Queen Matilda was facing a savage who liked to get filthy. While he set a few last kisses on her lips, he took one of her hands and slipped it past the waistline of his pants, wrapping her fingers around the length of his shaft. He wanted her to be naughty for him.

When their session of kissing came to an end, his hands went to her breasts. He cupped each of them even with the droopy fabric still trying to cling to her.
 
Matilda continued to hold onto him as he removed his own robe, her lips contented with his in a deep and hungry kiss. Even as he unbuttoned his shirt she held onto it, hanging onto the thin cloth as if her life depended upon it. As the kiss deepened, she moaned a little into his lips as her body gave a small shiver.

As his hands ran over her small frame, her own fingers worked on touching and stroking his skin lightly, curiously. It had not been something she had had a chance to do the first time they had laid together. Feeling it now, he was built but lean, strong but not overly so. He also was a bit hairy on his chest, but not by too much. As her dress loosened to the point of barely hanging onto her shoulders, she was flushed and already feeling a little warmer.

His next actions would surprise her a bit. Slowing up on his kisses, He took one of her hands and guided it into his pants, wrapping it around his hard length. It made her jump a bit though, shocking her slightly. This was something she was completely unfamiliar with. However, she did touch it curiously, rubbing over it gently and taking in the feel of it. This had been inside of her all those days ago, that thought alone made her stomach twitch and squirm a bit with need.

She moaned as their lips finally parted, his hand now on her breasts and teasing them through the fabric of her dress. Her head fell back a bit as she stood close to him, her eyes barely opened as she enjoyed his touch and also did light exploring of her own.
 
The feel of her hands on his member was unpracticed, but nonetheless pleasurable. When a man goes untouched for so long, skill hardly mattered. Those few soft touches were already making his legs weak, in fact. Vlad found it a bit embarrassing at how easy it was to make him meek, though his lack of sexual attention was to blame for it.

Hastily, his shaking hands tugged at her dress until it slid off of her body. It collected at her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. His rough palms caressed her bare flesh, heating it up in unison with the fire that made her room nice and toasty. The dull look in his eyes turned passionate, and hungry. Nothing would stop him from having all sorts of ways with this woman.

"You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" he asked in a breathy way, his voice deeply hypnotic as his finger teased at her sex through her panties. Vlad found pleasure in filthy talk. He liked to be commanding, and to be commanded. Even more so, he liked to hear what she wanted from him.

Turning his head in the direction of the bed, he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her towards it. Matilda was effortlessly tossed towards it, causing her to land clumsily at the foot. Seconds later, he positioned her just the way he wanted. He kept her on her back and tugged at her underwear, tossing it behind him carelessly. Afterwards, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him so that her ass was hanging off the bed.

Vladimir dropped to his knees so that his face was leveled with her pelvic area. Both hands pushed her legs apart to fully expose the spot in between her legs. Smiling impishly, he traced a finger along the length of it, not at all penetrating. All he did was draw his finger up and down, the tip of it collecting a few juices.

"What can I do for the all powerful Queen Matilda? If she doesn't answer, I'll just do what I want, whether she likes it or not," he said cockily, that seductive ring still in his voice.
 
Her unskilled fingers twitched and touched lightly as his own hand took hold on her form and started to peel away her dress from her form. The moment she was left in nothing but her undergarments her face was red, her skin prickling with goosebumps from his touch. She felt so warm suddenly, her body heating rather quickly thanks to the fire and his touch. Letting out a small whimper as he spoke, her eyes looking up at him with both embarrassment but a want for him as well.

"Yes..." She said softly, her voice weak as she spoke to him.

Though she would have said more, she was given little time to do that as he suddenly started to drag her towards the bed, a gasp slipping from her as he tossed her, her body stumbling and landing on the edge of the bed a bit roughly. She was fine though of course, thanks to how plush her large bed actually was. Letting out another gasp as he turned her onto her back and took her panties away, leaving her lower half bare to him. As squeak of surprise slipped from her as he pulled her close, her lower half now hanging off the bed with only him to support her.

As he spread her legs apart and knelt in front of her, she shivered from his light touches. It was so different from his actions last time. He had just pushed inside, this time he wasn't, he was just lightly stroking along her sex. It was driving her mad. She panted and squirmed a bit as he spoke, her cheeks so flushed that she thought she might light on fire. Giving in she let out a whine and spoke as id she was breathless.

"Please...Please touch me...more." She said, her hands gripping at the sheets as she lay there before him.
 
Matilda's reply was short and unspecific, but a reply nonetheless. He was aware of how much she shied from his desire to be so vocal. Smiling, he looked at the area he was teasing.

Vlad's index finger retreated so he could penetrate her with his middle finger. Slowly, he inserted, letting her wet muscles take it in. For a moment, his digit could only wiggle around. The walls were very tight; they did not engage enough to keep her stretched out. After a while, he was able to stretch her out just enough so he could pull his hand back, then push back in at a steady rhythm.

The middle finger was later joined by his ring finger. Keeping up the pace of his hand, he lowered his face closer to her sex. The aroma of it was intoxicating. Using his other hand, Vladimir pushed past the folds so he could reveal her clitoris to himself. Once it was in his sights, he pushed his face closer so that the tip of his tongue could touch it. Now, he was licking along Matilda's clit in sporadic patterns while still fingering her.

This was what he did for her until she'd orgasm for him. There was no reason he couldn't get her to come for him more than once! The entire time, his member raged with need to be pleased. He moaned against her pussy, from both pleasuring her and the feeling of his own sex threatening to erect to the point of tearing his pants.
 
A long moan slipped out of her as he fit his middle finger inside, her muscles squeezing around him tightly as she moaned. It took a bit but soon she was loosened enough to let him thrust his finger into her, it soon being joined by another. Her hips bucked upward with each push inside, her sex still clinging to him tightly. Her juices were spill out more and more as he continued to work her sex, making her whine and moan out.

Matilda was weak to it all really, every little feeling drove her crazy. It only got worse though when his tongue slipped out and started to tease at her clit, her back arching as she let out a loud moan. It was her weak spot in every which way. Each push would send her back off of the bed and her voice through the room. If she got any louder then they might just be discovered by one of the butlers or maids!

With this continued teasing and touching, it wouldn't take much time to get her to come. Legs twitching, toes curling, a deep moan slipped from her this time as she was brought close to the edge, panting and shivering wildly as her hips twitched. It was a sudden one as well, for even Matilda did not see it coming until her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hips gave a violent buck upwards, her juices pouring out as her muscles spazzumed around his fingers. She was so tight in that moment that she might have even broken them.
 
Vladimir licked at all he could when she came, savouring the taste of her nectar. By now, his heart was racing faster than it ever had. Feasting from her drove him crazy, though not as crazy as her voice did. She was unexpectedly vocal this instance, possibly alerting the servants of what was going on. He hardly cared. Being involved with your adviser was less scandalous than stooping to the level of a poor person, or an already married man. All the same, he took this as an opportunity to have more fun with her.

Sucking his fingers clean, Vlad stood up from the floor, his knees slightly pained from having to hold his weight so long. Vlad reached down for the woman sprawled out on the bed with her lower half falling to the floor. Both hands grabbed her by the arms so he could pull her towards him, forcing her to her feet with their bare chests squished together.

"You were awfully loud... And... That was fast," he commented quietly, his lips shaping into a smug smile. Instead of allowing her to speak, he joined their mouths together, uncaring that she'd have to taste the musky flavour in his mouth. During the lock on their lips, he kept a tight embrace around her so he could walk them away from the bed. The kiss was to distract her from noticing he was leading them to her bath chamber.

He wasn't ready to get wet just yet, though. There was warm water waiting for them; the maids thought she'd need it to warm up from her walk. First, he wanted to do something else...

Matilda was taken over to a table, after he closed and locked the door, that was decorated prettily with flowers, sweet scents and soaps. All of it was pushed to one side by his long arm, then he bent her over the table so that her rear was sticking into the air as high as he could get it to. With one hand pinned against her back to keep her from moving at all, he dipped a finger of his other hand into her moist depths to collect some juices. Afterwards, he hooked his thumb into his pants so that they'd drop to his ankles.

The tip of his member teased at her entrance, making no penetration. His finger, however, was fully intent to do so. In a different spot. His moist finger poked and prodded at her anus several times while he spoke in a commanding, husky voice: "You have to be chastised for being so loud. You might have gotten us in trouble." Making a chuckle, he slowly inserted his finger, letting it settle inside her tighter hole while still only being a tease with his cock.
 
Matilda was panting and gasping for air as he cleaned her a bit and his fingers, her eyes half open as she tried to gather herself once again. She only gave him a weak look as he stood up, her body slipped a bit towards the floor as her behind left to be held up by her weak legs, insuring that she would fall as her limbs had turned to mush. She let out a sharp breath though as he grabbed her, picking her up by her arms and holding her close as he whispered to her. Her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red at his words. The poor queen wasn't even given a moment to think though before he connected their lips together yet again in another hungry kiss.

He was pulling her along for one reason or another, she wasn't even sure where they were going at all. It was just two confusing for her as he kept both her mouth and brain busy with his kissing. Stumbling all the way, she didn't get a chance to figure things out until she was forced over something hard, the sound of clanking finally getting her to open her eyes. She was on one of her many tables that held the oils and perfumes for her baths, some of the jars having fallen to the floor with loud clanks. Thankfully none of them broke, she wouldn't want either of them to be stepping on shards of glass.

Pinned down by one hands, she moaned as a finger was shoved into her before being pulled out, her hands grasping the edges of the table as she heard shuffling behind her. A shiver took hold of her body as his member prodded at her entrance, teasing her only as he did not push in at all. Though, something else was. She jolted at the feel of his soaked finger touching her behind, her eyes wide as he pushed at the tight ring lightly. She was surprised at his actions, not having expected them at all, and only could shuddered as his finger slipped inside. Her muscles clung to his digit so tightly, as if trying to get it out of her body. The sensation was the strangest part. It hurt but was oddly...enjoyable. Almost as if it was making her core all the more sensitive to his members light teasing.

"A-Ah~...Vladimir...W-what are you...doing?" She asked breathlessly, her mind coming to her a bit as she lay there for him while weak under his hold.
 
"W-what are you...doing?"

Vladimir wanted to tell her how silly her question was, but kept his words silent instead. There was no place for words; not right now. He was too focused on the events unfolding right in front of him. Once again, he felt that surge of power coursing through his body. There was nothing he couldn't do.

With his finger still probing Matilda, he steadied himself on his feet before pushing his head into her entrance. His body shuddered wonderfully. With one more push, he was buried inside of her, the hand on her back sliding downwards so he could get a good grip on her hip.

Grunting, he began to thrust in and out of her, matching the velocity and pattern of his index finger. The table she was bent over shook around, knocking against the wall from his great force. His hips bucked against her rear powerfully, making her source of balance all the more jumpy. Vlad tightened his jaw to keep back his cries. He had to admit, he missed this. The feeling of her wrapped around him was too good to resist. How could he had deprived himself for that long?

The hand holding onto her thigh clenched tightly, holding her pelvis still so he could do her properly. All the noise she made told him everything he needed to know: she liked this. Matilda constantly fed his ego, making the desire to have his way with her even stronger.

"My little queen, you take me so well," he said in a deep voice, heavy breaths in between his words. Vlad was determined to keep this up until she came again.
 
He didn't answer, though that hardly mattered as his actions spoke much louder than any words could have. She moaned weakly as he pushed into her sex, her muscles clenching even more as his member completely filled her up at that point. The feeling of both his finger and his member spreading her out was making her feel so full, almost to the point where it might be to much.

His movement though was very distracting though, his thrusts so rough and strong. It was almost enough to make her just come right then and there. She had other thing distracting her though, such as how jumpy the table was under neath her, making her all the more aware of how weak the table really was. Another moan left her loudly as he went harder into her backside, her hips twitching up into him before weakly falling back onto the shifting table.

Even with all his roughness, all the power and energy he was putting into this, she found herself falling into the pits of pleasure with barely any trouble at all. Something about the way Vladimir did...well, anything at this point was making her muscles clench tightly around him. Juices poured messily from her sex now as her toes curled, her voice so loud at this point that there was no doubt that someone was hearing something, whether they realized what was going on was not important.

"A-Ah! Aaah~" She gasped weakly as her muscles gave a fierce squeeze to him, showing that she was once again coming to the edge of coming rather quickly.
 
The feel of her muscles tightening around him was ultimate bliss. Vlad himself would have came already if he didn't cling onto every amount of control that he could. A lot of times, he could go two rounds. He did not want to risk it, though. Not if he could milk every last drop of pleasure that he could from her tonight. Perhaps after dinnertime, she'd like dessert? There were many possibilities to consider.

When she had her second orgasm, Vladimir's motions slowed down until he had his member and his finger out of her. The man was drenched with sweat and sex juices; he relished it. This was the one time he actually enjoyed being dirty. Hazy eyes looked at the bent beauty in front of him. His hands ran along her body in random patterns, unintentionally smearing her perspiration in his attempt to be soothing. Every time he handled her roughly, he felt a little bad about it. Just a little. She let him do this, after all. Most of his being was therefore the opposite of apologetic.

After a minute passed, he decided to help her to her feet. Vlad's hands took hold of her body and he stood her up in front of him. He was still rock hard for her, anxiously awaiting his time to release. The look he gave her was a mix of pride, joy, and impish intent. He was so different from the serious, work obsessed man she saw everyday. To be able to unleash his darker side was great, and relieving.

A loud boom could then be heard outside. A storm was here, which explained the presence of the dark autumn clouds he sighted earlier. Rain began to pour over the kingdom, accompanied by thunder and lightning. It excited him and gave him a most excellent idea for him and Matilda later. But for now...

Vladimir wrapped a strong hand around Matilda's wrist and led her to the tub of steamy water the maids left for her. He guided them into it, his throat humming with delight as the water soothed him. Hand still holding her, he took a seat on the floor of the pool with his back against the edge. With a gentle tug, he brought her close to him, forcing her to sit upon her knees with her sex hovering above his lap. It was obvious what Vlad wanted from the queen.

"Do this for me, my queen. Do this, and the next time... You shall be the one in command," he told her with a smirk. The idea of passing the role of dominance to her would be thrilling for them both, plus it would surely boost her confidence and skills in leading people. If one could be commanding in the bedroom, they could be anywhere else, he always thought.

To motivate her, he wrapped a strong arm around her waist to keep her steady while the other hand cupped one of her luscious breasts. His thumb flicked the peak of it, working on getting it to harden. As well, he joined their mouths together, his tongue immediately going past her teeth.
 
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