Non.
-Chuckles; I find it amusing enough.
Indeed.
He smirked as she came towards him, his arms wrapping themselves around her delicate frame. “I have no doubts, ma chere.”
Visit my bedchambers yourself, Anon. There you will find an exhausted Queen of France.
-Chuckles; You could say that.
As am I, mon ami.
New Followers.
The pleasure is mine Marquis!
Ahh, indeed. You seem to have me at a disadvantage then, monsieur.
So, For what?
You are aware of who I am, yet I know nothing of you. Your name?
New Followers.
thegoddessmacha started following you
her-drop-of-blood started following you
d-lenfent started following you
-Leans forward in an over exaggerated bow; Bonsoir mademoiselles et monsieur. What an honor it is, I’m sure.
The pleasure is mine Marquis!
Ahh, indeed. You seem to have me at a disadvantage then, monsieur.
New Followers.
thegoddessmacha started following you
her-drop-of-blood started following you
d-lenfent started following you
-Leans forward in an over exaggerated bow; Bonsoir mademoiselles et monsieur. What an honor it is, I’m sure.
The blonde leaned on her elbows to look at him as he unzipped his pants, quirking her fine eyebrow at him when she realized he was not going to undress her. However, a mischievous smile settled on her moist lips when his hand reached for her thigh. By the look in his eyes, she was sure he would have gone more savage towards her if she wasn’t the Queen of France. That very thought pleased her, biting her lower lip as she watched him go under her dress, the delicate mouth taking the shape of a circle and a lickerish moan escaped from there. The Queen’s body shivered completely at his touch, from her toes to her nape, and she panted in delight. Marie tilted her head back, watching him go under her dress and giggling shortly while he removed her undergarments, reaching for her womanhood.
When Donatien slid his tongue towards her sensible spot, she moaned a dozen swearing in German, her thighs pressing around his shoulders and her hand reaching for his head to incentive him to keep going. Antoinette’s waist moved unconsciously against him, her chest going up and down in a mismatched breath. Waves of pleasure went through her body as she moaned loudly, perhaps too loud for a Queen. At that thought, she decided to send all good manners she had learnt to have a walk in hell. She wanted to focus on the pleasure he was providing to her, and worried in finding a way to please him as much as her. Her abdomen was weakened at the intense pleasure, but she finally was able to reach him, spreading her legs as wide as she could to reach for his harden. Finding it with no further difficulties, she pressed it gently before rubbing it in the same rhythm he slid her tongue in her. The Austrian’s throat was soaring by her loud moans, but she didn’t mind. Her free hand reached for his head, her fingers tousling his hair in order to encourage him to do more.
His hands settled against her hips, keeping her from moving too much against his mouth as he continued to suckle at her delicate mound. He could feel it throbbing at his touch, his tongue flicking at it teasingly before slipping inside of her and tasting the savory moisture that spilled into his mouth. All the while his own length grew within the confines of his pants to which he proceeded to release, resisting the sudden urge to fuck her right then and there. He would make the moment last. He would satisfy her until she begged for him to fuck her. That’s what he wanted to hear. To hear a Queen beg for him. How delightful the very thought of it was. How sweet she tasted. Her moans echoed throughout the room causing him to pick up the speed of his tongue against her clit, massaging it more vigorously as he wanted the whole house to hear.
To tease her even further, he removed a hand from her hip and placed two of his fingers inside of her sex, pulling it in and out as if to cause her body into convulsion. If anything, he would make her body plead for it. She was already nearly at such a point in the simple gestures of her swaying hips against his mouth.
He moaned lightly on his own at her touch, his own hips thrusting forward slightly in regards as he pressed he deepened the length of his tongue against her cunt.
//Apologies for not being online today, for whatever reason my Internet has decided that it’s boycotting and refuses to work. Trying to fix it has seemed to be impossible and I honestly don’t know what to do about it anymore. I’ve done everything I can think of.
Donatien Alphonse François.
The Father of Sadism.
