The Prince Consort flushes ever so slightly. It suits him well. "Don't talk like that." He murmurs. "Why not, does it make you shy?" You purr, shoving your hand down his breeches.
Gods, he is so hard!
You smirk and curl your fingers around his cock. "So shapely." You murmur, giving him a good tug. "G-gods." Laenor grunts. You chuckle softly, loving how breathless Laenor becomes. And so swiftly, too.
"May I undress you, my King." You rumble. Sure, his wife is not yet queen, but Laenor will always be your King.
"Yes you may." Laenor purrs. He sends you a saucy little smirk. Arousal becomes him.
So you begin to undress him. Slowly and methodically. And he watched you through hooded eyes.
"My king is so handsome." You cooe, leaning in to teasingly lick one dark nipple. Laenor groans. "More, please." He breathes. But you shake your head. "Not yet." You purr.
"Please." Laenor squirms a little.
"You are so eager." You chuckle. You nip at his chest. Laenor inhales sharply. He is so weak for your every ministration. "Gods... more.. please." He breathes. "Absolutely." You smirk, flicking your tongue at his nipple.
"F-fuck." Laenor grunts, his pelvis rolling up at yours. You feel how hard he is. "So desperate already, huh?" You cooe. "Ye-yeah." He groans.
"Are you going to beg?" You purr. Laenor's jaw sets tensely. "A King should not beg." He replies. "And yet I will make you." You purr.
Laenor furrows his brow. "Will you now?" He asks softly. Something has shifted inside him.
He topples you over, smirking down on you. "You are mine now, my love. It is time you obey your king." He growls hotly, leaning down to kiss you fiercely.
Surely he will now make you pay for your taunts.