The Royal Romance - You Can't Uneat The Apple

Carn't be trusted

"Who is she to say you can't be trusted

And come to think of it, how does she know?"

                            The Bluetones - Carn't Be Trusted

This chapter is NSFW.

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The royal plane touched back down onto Cordonian soil in the early hours of the morning, and a secure car was despatched to deliver Cordonia's queen home to the royal palace. On arrival back there, at 2.30am, Jen knew exactly what she needed to do.

First, though, she took herself up to her private queen's chambers, plugged in her phone to charge, then headed to the bathroom to freshen herself up, following which she changed into her sexiest bedtime attire. She sat there on her bed for a moment, and closed her eyes.

I'm in the barn. I'm naked, and gripping onto the rungs of that ladder, trying to keep steady while he's... oh god, whatever he's doing I just want him to keep doing it. I don't know how he makes me feel like that. I just need more. I just need him so much. I just love him so much.

She reopened her eyes, now suitably readied for her task, and looked at the door that led to the King's chambers. Okay. Here goes.

She headed towards the door, pausing once more to relive a little more of the precious hayloft memory until the point at which it became hazy; then slowly opened it. Then she tiptoed through the dark room, towards where her husband lay sleeping.

Carefully, so as not to rouse him yet, she climbed into bed beside him. He was sleeping on his side, facing away from her, so she wrapped her arms around him, and placed a careful kiss on his neck.

He stirred. "My queen?"

"Yes," she murmured. "I'm home."

He turned to face her, a satisfied smile on his face. "I'm delighted to hear it."

She didn't waste any time, and pushed him to the mattress so he was lying on his back, then straddled him, placing her hands either side of his face.

"Did you miss me?" he chuckled.

"God, yes." She ground into him. "I need you so badly right now."

As she wound back up, he let his fingers explore her. "So it would seem."

She sighed, her right hand now attempting to remove his boxer shorts. He helped her with this and then penetrated her easily; she did her best to be energetic and vocal, to give the impression that she was so, so desperate for him.

"Oh Jen. My queen. Did you miss your king...?" He moaned, his expression glazed.

"Yes, yes, yes.." she shouted, as he pushed up and deeper into her.

Initially it felt good, but as they continued the pleasure abated for Jen; she could tell Rick was still enjoying himself though from his gutteral groans. She was determined not to fantasise any more; she felt guilty enough, she had to put this right.

Eventually he found his release, and she clenched and tightened her own muscles in determination. She then collapsed onto him, kissing his cheek as his heart rate gradually returned to normal.

Afterwards, he chuckled. "I should send you to Texas more often."

She giggled, and rolled to the side so she was next to him.

"I rather enjoyed your little karaoke serenade," he added. "I considered chartering another plane to Texas on the spot, such was my resultant frustration."