the flesh immediately responded to this awareness with a fierce rush of passion. He remembered every defiant bend of her exquisite naked body, which most recently seemed to him the embodiment of inviolable divine beauty, remembered her hard dark nipples, her elastic golden skin, which could be defiantly dark under the influence of the sun. In his imagination a virgin bare triangle of her perineum surfaced: a flat tummy, and at the very bottom, between the femininely rounded flattened hips a delicate flower blooms from two plump white petals and a pink swelling bud. Now he was sure that he would possess all of this completely, subdue her body and use it for his own pleasure, as much as he pleased. “Fucking the queen and dictating her policy to her is a very tempting prospect,” he thought, cynically squinting his eyes and savoring this sweet thought. Still not letting her face out with his free hand, he pushed aside the silky wave of her curls and walked with the tips of his fingers, tucked into the glove, over her neck and shoulder, and then along the neckline of her bodice. She was almost suffocated by his touch and, strapped by a tight corset, risked losing her feelings.

“I forgive you, my queen,” he said generously, reveling in his own arrogance. - But, I am afraid, accidents you now can not afford. You, truly, have no idea how you risk now, trusting me.

Often blinking, blazing and panting from excitement, Chantal looked into his blue eyes and tried to find answers to her questions in their cold glow. Only she could not read anything in them.

- What are you saying, Verlaine? You're not ... are you going to betray me? - she panicked in panic.

“Oh, no, Your Highness,” he said calmly, leaning toward her quivering wet lips and burning them with his breath. - But you must understand that I could, like any other. Therefore, you should be more careful and cautious in choosing friends, especially lovers, always be alert and able to keep yourself in hand.

Verlaine stroked her round pretty charming chin with her thumb, slightly opening her mouth, then slowly put her hand under the heavy waves of her curls on the back of her head, and with her other hand firmly squeezed her slender waist with a tight corset. His lips wetly touched her lips, completely unsophisticated, not yet tried by anyone, supple and incredibly tender. She had no idea what to do, and this naivety aroused him more and more, especially when he felt the full force of her repressed sensuality. He caressed her lips again and again, barely touching them with his own, then gently pressing herself into her mouth, capturing the frequent quivering beats of her pulse. Teasing her with the tip of his tongue, he finally forced her to respond to his kiss and eagerly demand new and more inciting movements.

Chantal awkwardly clutched at the duke's jacket, so as not to fall, but she still barely kept on her feet from passion and fear, and, if not for his hands, she would have fainted long ago. Her head was spinning, her whole body was burning, something incredible was going on with her lips - they turned into an insatiable source of pleasure, any touch on which simultaneously caused shame, thirst, trembling and weakness. It was simply impossible to believe that the very cold, unapproachable, prim and strict Duke Verlaine, kissed her now so frankly and defiantly. Admitting his love for him, the girl did not expect from him a similar reaction. In the books she read, confessions were usually answered with confessions and oaths, rather than with such obscene kisses.

Meanwhile, the sweet lips and the divinely perfect semi-naked body of the queen inflamed a daring young man who was not used to dwelling on such innocent caresses. He forced himself to tear herself away from her lips, took the thinnest strap of a lace shirt off her shoulder, barely covering the girl’s full breasts, heaving over the corset, and exposed one of her breasts to the nipple. The future queen only silently hid her eyes, confused, agitated, anxious and completely unaware of what to do and how to react to such insolence. Across his self-assured, impudent, and still imperturbable mind, one could guess that no social conventions would confuse him at all and would not stop him. Having enjoyed the beauty and bewilderment of her lovely face, her bare, gently contoured shoulders, her elastic breasts with buds raised from arousal, Verlaine again bit into her weary-weared mouth with a greedy kiss, persistent and indecently heartfelt. With one hand, he began to tease her naked nipple, playing with his fingertips, the other hand he pressed her to him with such force that it seemed completely impossible to break out of his arms.

As Chantal lost control of herself, the duke became more and more drunk with his power over this proud flirt, who imagined herself the future ruler of a huge country. It was even funny for him to think about the true role that will be assigned to her in the coming years, until she becomes stronger in her heart, wiser, gains allies and begins to distinguish enemies from friends. And this role will consist in listening to him, learning from him, obeying him, and now, naturally, serving him as a devoted and executive slave in bed. Now this silly woman did not even realize that Verlaine was able to make her completely lose control of herself and go over all facets of decency - her honor, her life, her pain and bliss will now depend on his calculating plans and random whims. Perhaps she wanted to push him away, wanted to rebel, wanted to get angry, but instead from the chest of the inflamed girl came the quiet moans of the first time experienced bliss from male intimacy.

Finally, obeying his faultless intuition, the duke felt that their time was coming to an end. Taking himself in hand and removing the girl burning and choking from the girl's unsatisfied sensual desire, he retreated from her half a step.

“You need a little breath, my queen,” he said cynically, straightening her straps. - It would be extremely undesirable if the whole yard sees you in a similar condition.

Chantal looked up at him, eyes rounding in amazement. A winner's mocking smile played on his lips.

- Yes, how do you ... how did you dare ..., - she barely coped with breathing, she babbled.

“I only did what you allowed me to do,” she heard a cruel answer.

Her mouth was dry with shock and resentment. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, turned into molten gold, and her lips treacherously trembled. Not believing what she had heard, she shook her head negatively, already quite ready to cry, and suddenly she swung at him, struggling to strike his cheek as painfully as possible. Verlaine, with lightning speed, intercepted both hands of the angry princess and again pulled her to him.

“How can you do this to me?” She exclaimed, shivering helplessly in his arms.

- How “so”? - he boldly smiled at her face, passionately caressing the look of her luxurious lush curls, her delightful angry eyes and her sweet lips tormented by caressing lips.

- I thought that you would respect my confession with respect and understanding!

- I want you to remember forever what such confessions of a beautiful inexperienced girl can do to a man, even if she is the future queen, and he is just her humble servant. - Verlaine made a significant pause. - Especially if she is the future queen ... Do you remember?

Chantal couldn't squeeze out the word, still stunned by what had just happened between them. She did not know, did not understand what she felt now. It seems that he insulted her, humiliated her ... It seems that he acted indecently with her ... She must be offended, call the guard, shout, scratch his face ... But a sweet pulsating feeling between her legs, a flaming body, a raging heart, a choking breath ... Read more →