Final Nail In The Coffin!

He walked over to the Queen's side and grabbed the kettle, pouring her a cup of tea.

"Thank you."

She murmured as he handed her the cup.

Standing just behind her, he stole a glance at her cleavage, admiring the view.

But that wasn't enough for Kaisen; he wanted her to catch a glimpse of the bulge in his pants when she looked sideways.

And when she did, he noticed a faint blush spread across her face.

"Sometimes it gets too hot in here, Sir Kaisen."

The Queen remarked, hooking a finger on her gown's neckline and pulling it open before fanning herself.

The fabric, momentarily stretched taut, then gave way, setting her breasts free.

Kaisen gulped audibly as he watched her boobs jiggle enticingly.

'Just say the word, my Queen. I'll plough you until you look like your great grandfather in that room.'

"Ah, it's not helping. I'm getting too hot."

She sighed, dabbing her hand on her neck, droplets of sweat glistening on her skin.

Suddenly, Kaisen had an idea.

An idea that came straight from his dick.

"Let me help you cool down, my Queen. Just sip the tea and I'll blow away the heat."

Kaisen offered with a charming grin.

The Queen paused, considering his proposal, before nodding in agreement.

"Thank you, Sir Kaisen. The kingdom needs people with good hearts like you."

She remarked graciously. Kaisen smiled humbly.

"You're the one with one hell of a heart, my queen. I'm nothing compared to you."

Kaisen crouched beside her, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

With a gentle touch, he replaced her finger with his own, his skin brushing against hers.

As he slowly pulled down the neckline, he couldn't help but notice the faint rise and fall of her chest.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Kaisen pulled the neckline back, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.

His eyes widened at the sight, taking in every curve and contour.

The soft mounds of flesh, the large areola, and the perky nipples that seemed to beg for his attention.

Heat coursed through him as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch, savoring the moment of anticipation.

'She's letting me do this. She knows exactly what she's doing. Well, if it's going to be a slow, vanilla play where a lonely housewife just needs some company, count me in.'

With a seductive grin, Kaisen leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin as he gently blew air inside her gown.

His eyes remained fixed on her breasts, drinking in their beauty as he felt the heat radiating from her body.

With every exhale, he could sense her arousal growing, her breath coming in short gasps.

It was only a matter of time before he gave in to his primal urges, bending her over the table and ravishing her right then and there.

"I-is it working, my Queen. Are you okay, now?"

"Y-yes. I-its working, Sir Kaisen.'

The Queen's voice wavered slightly as she responded, her breath catching in her throat.

Her gaze met his, and Kaisen could see the desire flickering in her eyes, mirroring his own..

'If I can pull a mini boss like her with my current charm, imagine my potential at my highest?'

With a sudden movement, the Queen pushed the chair back and rose to her feet.

As she stood, Kaisen's finger, still hooked on her neckline, caused her gown to slip down, setting her breasts free.

Her ample bosom spilled forth, the creamy expanse of flesh exposed to his hungry gaze.

"Ah, sorry!"

She blurted out like a teenager caught red-handed.

Hastily, she yanked her dress back up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

With an awkward shuffle, she scurried over to the parapet, her frantic movements setting her ample backside into a comical jiggle.

'How cute. Seems like she's just awkward and only need a little push.'

With her gown properly adjusted, she leaned in and rested her elbows on the railing.

The way she positioned herself made it seem like an invitation, a perfect opportunity for him to fuck her from behind.

"I-It can get pretty lonely sometimes, you know. With all the kingdom matters weighing down on you, sometimes you just need someone to listen to your problems at the end of the day." 

The wind tousled her hair as she spoke, her words carrying a hint of vulnerability.

'Here it comes. First, the small talk. Then they start seeking validation, talking about how age is catching up and all that crap. But if you play your cards right, they'll be yours to play with.'

Playing his part, Kaisen slowly crept up behind her, eyeing the prize: her ass.

With a quick motion, he mimicked grabbing her ass, careful not to actually touch her.

Then, he sauntered over to the railing, leaning on it like her, but with a mischievous grin.

"What about your daughter? And Sir Maximus. He seems to respect you very much."

Kaisen asked.

"Yeah, that's the problem. I'm scared he'll walk away if he knows what's really on my mind. I don't want that, and as for my daughter? She's at that age where parents feel like the villains. Maybe she just doesn't want to talk to her old mom."

She was clearly blaming herself.

Her cheeks were still flushed from earlier, and to top it off, she wasn't even making eye contact with him.

"You're not old, my Queen. If I hadn't seen that family portrait, I'd have guessed you were in your twenties for sure."

His words flowed like syrup from his mouth, natural and sweet.

It was just his thing, figuring out what a woman wanted and giving it to her, whether in words or actions.

"Yeah, right. All you young people with your sugar-coated words. At the end of the day, every single one of you, old or young, ultimately desires young flesh. It's the natural instinct for all of you."

She straightened up and walked back toward the tea table.

'Oh, mommy is sad. Don't worry. Let me change that.'

"But that isn't true for everyone. Making generalizations about everyone is just silly, especially for someone in your position as a ruler, right? And besides, seeing you like this would surely make any man's heart skip a beat."

He trailed behind her, taking his place just behind her as she leaned in to grab a cup from the table.

Her posture made her ass jut out enticingly, and he felt the urge to just jump in and shove his cock inside her ass.

"Even yours, Sir Kaisen?"

She giggled.

'Hook. Line and sinker. He, he. Time for some risqué words.'

"Of course. Especially mine. Not only my heart but you got something else throbbing too."

She giggled once more, fidgeting with the cup in her hand.

She was too shy to even take a sip from it, let alone face him.

"Right. Stop wasting time, Sir Kaisen. I know you're just flattering this old lady. Who would want to look at an old woman's ass?"

'Successful. Very, very successful. She has started to use crude words. This now will be a piece of cake.'

"What do you mean 'old woman's ass'? Can you even hear yourself? Never mind. Have you ever bothered to look at your own ass in the mirror? Seen the way every single man and woman ogles you? They all want you, my queen. Every single one of them."

She paused for a moment, her expression hidden from him as he faced her back.

"Even you, Sir Kaisen? Do you also find my ass youthful and succulent?"

'Success! Yep, yep. Gonna screw a queen tonight. Gonna screw a queen tonight.'

He hummed his made-up tune in his head, psyching himself up for the final word play before plunging his cock into her wet pussy.

"If I were your husband, I'd rip that gown off and just plunge my cock into your ass, my queen. I'd fuck you so hard, you'd forget all your problems."

He grinned to himself.

This was the part where she'd say, "Oh? You'd do that to me? How shameless."

Then all he had to do was reach out, bend her over the table, rip that damn gown, and shove his cock inside her pussy, just like he'd told her.

In his mind, he had scripted the scene perfectly, but reality had other plans.

To his dismay, she suddenly turned around, but it wasn't bashfulness in her eyes, nor was it the seductive allure he had anticipated.

Instead, her expression was one of indifference, even cruelty.

The air around her seemed to change, the temperature dropping as if a chill had settled in the room.

Kaisen felt a cold shiver run down his spine, his heart pounding in his chest.

That wasn't all.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the cup she was holding. It was unmistakably the same cup he had ejaculated into earlier, now in her hand. 

The realization hit him like a freight train.

She had seen it.

She knew.

And now, she was smiling cruelly, swirling the cup in her hand as if relishing his discomfort.

Panic surged through him as he realized the gravity of his mistake.

Then in a chilling and ethereal voice, she spoke, her words piercing the air like icy daggers.

"Then why did you dare to say that my ass is old and withered to that street whore, you lowly peasant?"

And in that chilling moment, the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place for Kaisen.

He finally understood the source of the mysterious gaze that had unnerved him, when the system message flashed before his eyes.

[Succubus who sucks the life force is locking eyes with you]