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I will now take your throne, dear father. (Mature version 18+)

[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] In a kingdom plagued by his father's tyrannical rule, Prince Maximilian slay the despot king with his own hands, claiming the throne for himself. Amidst the chaos of his rise to power, he finds solace and love in Valleria, a breathtaking beauty he once claimed as a prize of war. HIS POV. (Please, leave a short review below this story, I’m excited to read your feedback! )

Darja_Renen · História
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Valleria, on the other hand, took me straight into her mouth and helped herself with her hand. Goddamn it... I pulled her lower with both hands and snuggled into her lap. I licked the juices from her hot pussy and tried to get my tongue in as far as possible.

I heard her whimper. She shuddered all over and after a moment she took my cock out of her mouth.

She just held me in her palm and trembled, leaning her forehead against my thigh. And she was moaning louder than a minute ago. I could feel her intermittent breathing and the saliva that spilled out of her parted lips.

My jaw ached so I moved to her clit and sucked while I wiggled two fingers inside her body.

She moaned louder, clenching her nails into my thigh and at times trying to take me at least in the palm of her hand, but her hands were shaking so much that after a while she gave up completely.

My lips curled into a smile as her clear juices dripped onto my lips. She pushed away from me and rolled over next to me. Without hesitation, though, she knelt down and took me in her throat.

I reached my hands out to her and caressed her cheek. I then held her hair so it wouldn't get in the way and enjoyed at least the touch of her lips.

But she was tired, she couldn't find the pace I needed and then she simply didn't have the strength to continue. I helped her.

She snuggled up to me then and fell asleep by my side, her head and breasts on my chest. I pulled the covers up and hid us both.

Even if we did nothing else than this for the rest of our lives, it would be enough.

In the morning, we cuddled briefly and had breakfast together. She seemed calmer. I was glad it calmed her down. Over the next few weeks, we went back to where we were before our marriage.

As a queen, she now had more authority, she and Marco ran the castle, and I assigned her a much larger guard group, worried about her safety.

The snow was beginning to melt after the harsh winter, and she and her retinue were going on longer and longer journeys. She went around the villages, sometimes returning on the second or even third day.

I knew she loved riding Incanna, but I was beginning to suspect her. I didn't want to doubt her, but she was a beautiful young woman surrounded by men.

"Don't go. Stay with me tonight..." I coaxed, kissing her naked back. She spent the night on the road last night and came back so tired that she almost fell asleep while taking a bath.

"I've already planned everything, love. But I'll be back this evening, I'm not going too far." She grumbled and shivered in the covers.

I snuggled closer to her bare back and rubbed my cheek against her smooth skin again, "What did you do yesterday?" I asked quietly though I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. Jelausy was not a good feeling at all.