Into The Storm

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Rosalis snuck her secret custodian into her chambers and closed the door. Suddenly, she began to caress him lovingly.

"Stop." He said. "No. This is wrong."

"I don't care." The queen said as she proceeded to kiss one of his cheeks, making her way down to his neck. He broke away from her, untangling himself from her grasp. She looked at him, tilting her head. "I thought that you were sworn to do anything."

The secret custodian hesitated and then sighed. "Just for tonight."

Rosalis resumed kissing him, smacking her lips into his, and then proceeded to undress herself. She put down her crown onto a table and unclasped her cape. She undressed herself and began to undress him, throwing his clothes next to hers. With both of them in the nude, she pushed him down onto the bed and took his cock, proceeding with stroking it, allowing the blood to rush to it. It being of substantial stiffness, she then proceeded to lick it, taking it into her mouth, sucking away at it. He shuddered in pleasure, groaning once. The secret custodian crawled backwards, laying himself fully down onto the bed and Rosalis took his hard, glistening, wet member, slowly forcing it to penetrate her. She then proceeded with riding him slowly, picking up the pace. She bounced up and down on him, gasping in pleasure as she did so. He groaned and climaxed, gasping several times. Rosalis got off of him, letting his own juices drip out of her, back onto him. She then laid herself down, her chest on the bed, one arm over her custodian. Not having the strength to do anything else, she slept soundly in that position. The custodian looked up at the ceiling and slowly closed his eyes, sighing heavily, quietly cursing himself.

Rosalis stared outside at the kingdom, stark naked, as her secret custodian slept, being burnt out from the sex. She looked over to him and then looked back out into the slumbering kingdom. Hanging her head, she sighed sadly.

The early morning broke and the custodian left his queen, going back to his duty.

The secret custodian and herald made his way through the palace, taking note of every single person that he laid his eyes on. Suddenly, he gurgled and looked down at the dagger that protruded out of his throat. It was swiftly drawn out and he clutched at his bleeding neck, trying to stem the flow of blood. He collapsed to the ground and before he could do anything else, his assassin grabbed his hands and proceeded to drag him around the corner.