tease her, just like his kisses. She involuntarily began to catch his penis with her lips and tongue, realizing that he felt the same pleasure from this as she felt when he caressed her.

It seems that this angelic beast justified all of Verlaine’s expectations. She was unusually sensual, and the wine in addition gave her courage and made submissive. Dazed by her beauty and innocent tenderness, the duke allowed himself to relax and fully enjoy his dominant position. Slightly bent over Chantal and holding her arms tightly to the bed, he slowly moved his hips, gently fucking the queen in a scarlet mouth. Sometimes he felt how his tongue impatiently slipped her tongue, and also her sweet face expressed bliss. When he began to enter it deeper, unable to restrain his passion, the girl tried to resist, but then subsided and only moaned softly, squirming impatiently under him and bending a thin mill. Excitement again seized her whole essence, but the sweet torture finally became unbearable for Verlaine. He firmly squeezed the strained cock with his hand to the limit, pulling him out of the queen's mouth. A few quick movements — and on his burning cheeks, his scarlet lips, his delicate round chin, and his graceful white neck spattered his seed.

Chantal was surprised to see a beautiful young man hanging over her - he was breathing heavily, his muscles were still tense, and his sleek, smooth skin glistened with sweat. It seems that she again terribly wanted his caresses and kisses, but she no longer had any strength for any actions. She tried to free her hands to wipe her face from something wet, but Verlaine still enjoyed her helplessness. Admiring her beauty, perplexity and dissolute appearance, he unwittingly laughed at the realization of his own superiority, impatiently bit his lower lip to distract himself from new dirty thoughts and fantasies, and finally let go of his lovely victim. Chantal hurriedly sat on the bed and awkwardly wiped her lips and face with her hands, frowning with displeasure and examining the soiled fingers. The duke handed her a wet towel, sat down on the edge of the bed and, again drawing his young mistress to him, greedfully and gratefully kissed her tender mouth.

- You are adorable, Chantal. I really do not want to leave you, but you are right - time later. It is time for both of us to do our duties.

The queen was about to say something or ask, but Verlaine suddenly held out his hand, and over their heads came the delicate, melodious ringing of a golden bell. Chantal did not have time to come to his senses, when the entire state of her courtiers suddenly appeared in the chambers. The girl caught her breath, her heart sank, and her whole body began to tremble. Words of horror and reproach froze on her open lips, but she no longer had the opportunity to express them. For the first time in her life, she pulled the edge of a silk quilt towards her and covered her chest, while trying to preserve the remnants of her own dignity. Verlaine stood up, not at all embarrassed by his own nudity, and began to dress, as if nothing had happened. Chantal remarked with what admiration and embarrassment her young maid of honor gazed at him, how their cheeks flared and how their quivering eyelashes fell.

“Give Her Majesty a bath and a breakfast,” he ordered, straightening the puffed sleeves of the thinnest silk shirt in front of a mirror. He suddenly became again the duke Verlaine, as he always was - cold-blooded, impenetrable, flawless, impregnable even to the queen. Zipping up the last button on his dandy vest and putting on a magnificent tail coat, he again approached the queen's bed, bowed his knee and kissed her trembling hand.

- I will wait for you as usual in the library at four o'clock, Your Majesty.

Chantal nodded mechanically and almost burst into tears when the duke left the chambers, leaving her alone with her retinue.But what is it? What did she dare to allow ?! How could she ?! She was crowned the famous Blood Moon just a couple of weeks ago. Not many were given this honor, and all with dignity carried their proud title to her. Valaringia flourished, grew stronger, causing fear and envy among neighbors. But Chantal herself seems to have trampled her greatest title in the mud in just a couple of hours! She let herself be used as some kind of pathetic maid! Who will read it now? Who will serve the fallen queen? Oh, vile Verlaine! Why did she allow him new liberties ?! In every face she now saw contempt, ridicule, and gloating! The worst thing was that she only now realized that the duke, perhaps, deprived her of virginity. She herself had very vague ideas about how all this should happen, that is why she suddenly remembered all his obscene and dangerous caresses. Lord, what was she thinking about ?! In his presence, she loses her mind, self-control, strength, and he uses it as he pleases! He plays with her, mocks her! And he deliberately seduced her with his caresses so that all prudence would disappear from her head! In addition, she could not even imagine that he would leave her in such a way, without explaining about his intentions and giving their relationship to publicity.

All these thoughts boiled in her pretty head for the entire two hours while she was washed, brushed, dressed, primed. As soon as she was ready, the only thing she said was: “It's all out!”. When the mob obediently retired, Chantal rushed around the room in a panic, not knowing what to do and not daring to leave their chambers for fear of being ridiculed by everyone. Then she forced herself to calm down. After all, she is a queen! She can not leave the room forever, even if she made some mistake. She once again tried to recall the expressions of the faces of her entire suite: it seemed that they did not show any special changes. Everyone behaved respectfully, was attentive and executive. The young queen sighed heavily, sat down at the table and forced herself to eat a couple of sponge cakes with curd cream and fresh raspberries to recover a little. Then she drained a tiny cup of strong coffee, into which she did not even add cream. He made her wince painfully.

Going up to the mirror, the girl again saw herself as the old — gorgeous, self-confident beauty, dressed in tatters, with glittering golden eyes, boldly arched eyebrows, magnificent stubborn chestnut curls and a proud, regal bearing. Fire burned in her heart. She is obliged to find out what her powerful and cunning tutor had in mind. If he is a traitor, she will bring him out to clean water. If he loves her, but leads some kind of incomprehensible game for her, she will find out that too. The queen boldly raised her chin, famously straightened the heavy train of emerald brocade dress and slammed the door twice. Those flung open in front of her, the courtiers lined up in two rows from her chambers respectfully bowed in bow, and the young queen bravely stepped forward to the dangers and trials that awaited her.