CollaredKid05
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Queen Deinal was a ruler who's beauty could only be matched by her power. Using both she’d lead her palace with the tools of devotion and control. Control over them, control over their desire, control over their lust for her.
The one who suffered most from this was her grand vizier himself, a handsome, but shy young man named Atem. This alone was the third time this year he'd lost control of his desires and forgot his place. He just couldn't help himself, which Deinal could fully understand since she would tease her advisor more than any other of her subordinates.
Atem would be there while she ate, while she bathed, while she made love. Being her most trusted underling, he was to always stay by her side, even if it meant getting burned by the flames of her beauty. His position blurred the lines between advisor and slave.
The damning action came one morning when he was instructed to kiss his queen's foot, but couldn't stop himself. She was just so beautiful, he wanted to show his love for her so much. He kissed, licked, fondled, worship her royal sole until Deinal herself was lit up with beautiful laughter. Her nipples hardening at the sensual sensation as she demanded he get dragged away.
It didn't matter if she enjoyed it, what mattered was control. And once more, Atem would be punished for his lack of this much sought after attribute of his queen.
How did she punish her staff for such insolence? It had been said for many generations of her family's rule that the best torment was not the use of pain or other barbaric means. Rather, it was the simple act of dangling what one would want most right in front of them, and keeping it just out of reach.
So there Atem knelt, on the palace floor, a guard behind him ready to strike at the first sign of resistance. He looked on with lust filled eyes as the site before him scorched his very soul. He wanted her. He wanted to do what his fellow staff got the honor of doing. But instead the young man was forced to remain still as he watched in jealousy as his queen had a select few guards tickler her to a powerful orgasm after another.
Her men used the softest of touches under her advisement. The joy they had for their work was evident by their protruding erections. They used magic, feathers, their fingers, their tongues. It was seen as a reward for them to have such privileges with her flesh, something they’d be sure to take advantage of.
Her sweet laughter filled the palace walls and tormented his ears as all he could do was watch.... unfulfilled..
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Fantastic picture!
