having lost all control over the charming woman and feeling that he himself is holding himself in his hands almost from his last strength. And now this delightful angel-like dolly, which yesterday considered itself to be an inviolable shrine and an almighty monarch, was already ending its caresses, shuddering with its whole body, sweetly moaning and shamelessly clinging to his lips. She just expired nectar, and his delicate delicate aroma and taste pleasantly circled the young man's head.

While Chantal, exhausted and embarrassed by her own new sensations, curled up to recover herself a little and collect her thoughts after what happened, Verlaine, slowly, undressed behind her. Naked, he crossed the chambers, went to the table, filled the gold cup with red sweet wine from a crystal decanter and returned to the beauty that had not yet fallen breath. Glancing at him with a quick glance, she rose on her elbow, mechanically took the glass from his hands and drank.

“Drink to the bottom,” the duke ordered, and the imperative notes in his voice made the queen sit down and submit.

While she drank, Verlaine gracefully, like a wild leopard during a hunt, slid into a wide bed next to Chantal and lounged on silk pillows, impressively throwing aside one hand. Now he did not move, but for some reason still seemed dangerous and unpredictable.

“Come here,” he said in the same commanding tone, smiling lazily. Putting an empty glass on the bedside table, the girl suddenly realized what mistake she had made, mindlessly drinking so much alcohol on an empty stomach. Her body weakened, everything slightly floated before her eyes, her thoughts were completely confused. She looked at the beautiful naked young man lying in her bed, and had no idea what she should do now. Nevertheless, she obediently approached him on all fours, leaned over his face and innocently kissed him on the lips. It was a natural impulse of tenderness and pent up passion. The duke stroked her chin and pushed her curly locks to the side, which hid her shoulders and seductively rounded breasts. Looking into her eyes, he slightly bowed his head, waiting for what this innocent little bird who had fallen into his claws, and now experiencing appreciation towards him for the incredible pleasure that he had delivered to him, would be decided.

Chantal caressed his gloomy mocking lips, the beautiful curves of his strong neck and shoulders, the embossed muscles on his arms, chest and abdomen, and she felt a slight pleasant pulsation inside. When her gaze went lower, her cheeks flared, and she again leaned over his lips, and then began to cover her smooth hot skin with gentle kisses, as he had kissed her before. Verlaine did not interfere with her, only slightly held her luxurious curls in order to better see her all — timid, tender and passionate. He was ticklish from all these feline tenderness, and unbearably wanted to satisfy his lust immediately, but the queen's submissiveness tormented his vanity and pleasantly irritated his nerves. What arousing was this innocence of her, how crazy she was ...

Chantal's lips stopped on his nipple, the tongue timidly slid over the rough skin, until it covered with elastic pimples. Then the young student slightly squeezed his nipple with snow-white teeth, while her fingers gently stroked the bottom of his stomach. Finally, her hand seemed to accidentally touch the strained member of Verlaine. Fingers walked along its entire trunk, touched something wet, velvety and hot. Verlaine sighed convulsively, but, however, did not show how excited he was. Chantal opened her teeth and sat down beside the duke on her knees, carefully examining a new object of interest to her.This object was powerful, straight, resilient, twined with swollen veins, with a large, clearly protruding bright head. For some reason, he wanted to touch him ... and still taste it, because Verlaine caressed her everywhere with her lips and tongue, so why should she herself ... These thoughts made Chantal awkwardly embarrassed, blush and for some reason grinned at the edge of her lips. She remembered how nice she had just been. All this, in her understanding, proved how she is not indifferent to Verlaine ...

The Duke watched Chantal with mocking curiosity and well-hidden impatience, and she ran her hand several times over his penis, and then stroked her wet head with her fingers. A barely perceptible convulsion passed through the body of the man. Chantal liked the effect produced by her actions, and she continued to slowly stroke the wet head with her fingers, selflessly biting at the same time the lower sponge and fidgeting uneasily. Gradually, Verlaine began to lose composure. After enduring for about a minute of sweet torture, he suddenly caught the queen’s hand by the wrist and abruptly pulled her towards him. The girl fell into his arms, trembling with emotion. She wanted new kisses, new caresses, new discoveries, but the man pressed her to bed with his own body, and she began to breathe heavily, and her heart again entangled fear. His hard, powerful member, she now felt her stomach, and the duke slowly rubbed it against her silky tender skin. He wanted to enter it, she was already available, her legs were meekly divorced to the sides, but he still didn’t plan to hurry with it. Not all at once ... it was necessary to gradually train her in all games ...

Teasing her slightly with kisses, he suddenly got on his knees, covering her body with his legs, and straightened up, showing her all the power and beauty of his body. Chantal lay beneath him, agitated and submissive, his cock towered right above her face.

“I want you to remember one important thing, my darling,” suddenly said Verlaine, in a hoarse voice with excitement, “In bed you will always be my subject, my slave, my property ... until you learn to please me so that I am ready to obey you ...

Chantal frowned, stubbornly shook her head, but still could not restrain a sly little smile. Young red wine still played in her blood, making her more relaxed and fun.

- Such speeches are considered treason, and you know about it, Your Grace! Do not forget that I can deprive you of the title and all your lands, and all your privileges! She blurted out, throwing a haughty look into the face of the clearly arrogant Duke. True, lying like this, sandwiched between his legs, and at the same time building up his mistress, was terribly embarrassing and humiliating, so she tried to get up. However, Verlaine, looking down at her with her arrogant sapphire eyes, only laughed softly, gripping her slender, supple body and roughly intercepting her resisting hands.

- Little fool. If you deprive me of the title, you will become a commoner mistress, and besides, you will remain without any protection at court and you will be torn to pieces by local monsters. Then your impeccable reputation was crying, because the people are waiting for wise decisions and righteous actions from you, ”said Verlaine quite seriously, and his tone hurt Chantal a bit, although she did not fully understand what kind of monsters in question.

The girl could not find what to answer. She was outraged and again tried to escape, however, the muscular handsome man who was almost on her back, deftly grabbed both her hands in one and firmly pressed them to the bed crosswise over her head. The second hand, he took his penis and began to drive along his hand, slightly moving his delicate elastic skin up and down. Drunk wine deprived the queen of strength and confused her thoughts, and Verlaine drove her crazy with her beauty, physical strength, brazen self-confidence, audacity, and this frank game in front of her very face.When he began to touch a member of her face and lips, Chantal tried to dodge, but Verlaine was not embarrassed at all - he was shamelessly insistent and frankly immoral.

Licked her lips inadvertently, she felt something salty on them. This strange taste and subtle smell stirred up something wild and seductively attractive in her that she could not resist. Verlaine's touch to her lips gradually began to excite and ... Read more →