The Royals of Silvercrest

5

4 Months Later...

Mistress Melisandre's POV:

I make my way to the King's chambers as instructed.

My long blonde hair flows behind me, my light brown eyes looking about.

It had been four months since he had slain his wife's killer.

He had called upon my company, at first just as one to confide in.

I was sworn to secrecy on the promise of death.

Soon my company would not be enough.

I would soon become King Shane's mistress.

A position that I of course, accepted.

The title also came with gold.

I was also permitted maids, dresses and gold for my services.

I curtsy deeply to the King, staring down at the swirled marble blue floor.

I hear the footsteps as King Shane makes his way towards me.

With a gentle hand, he tilts my head up.

I move to stand but he stops me, holding up a hand.

I freeze.

"On your knees, Mistress Melisandre." He whispers

I nod, obeying, getting down on my knees.

The floor is cool to the touch.

"You know why I have called you here, Melisandre?" He asks

The sexual tension between us is electric.

His eyes scan up and down my tan body.

"Yes, Your Majesty." I say sweetly

As much as he can see, anyway.

My chest rises to the front of my dress due to my corset.

He stares, fixated.

I still hadn't gotten undressed from today's nightly festivities.

"Gift me your tongue, dearest." He says

I sit up more, moving to untie his pants when he tasks me, waving a finger.

I stop, hand still in the air.

"You know better. You must ask before you touch." He chastises half-heartedly

"With Your Majesty's permission, of course." I say, face burning.

He nods, enjoying my frustration.

He nods and I untie his pants, pulling them down to reveal his erect cock.

I open my mouth, taking it in inch by inch, slowly bobbing up and down.

He lets out a pleased moan.

After a few good strokes, he places his hand upon the back of my head, thrusting his hips fast and hard before finishing with a groan.
I swallow every last drop. We stay in the moment, as he strokes my head lovingly before sending me off back to my chambers.