The King's Hidden Desire

Part 3

"They are back!" Anna exclaimed happily, watching the soldiers at the window as they returned to the palace with their horses.

It had been two weeks since I last saw the king. He had been away at war, but now he was back, and I hoped it meant peace had been restored.

I hurried to the Hall to greet him, excitement bubbling inside me. I saw him outside, still riding his horse and talking with his soldiers. He looked as handsome as ever, his battle-worn clothes ripped, revealing glimpses of his skin. I wanted my skin to touch his. He looked just like the painting in his room. The horse suddenly moved, and he grabbed the reins to steady it. I saw his strong biceps and muscles flex. I imagined how he grabbed me and held me against the table. I took a deep breath to calm myself, as I couldn't wait to satisfy him again.

I followed his movements with my eyes. He was still on his horse, likely heading to the stables. His hips moved with the horse's rhythm, making me desire him even more. I wanted him to ride me tonight.

I ran to my room to change into something more seductive and fix my hair. Anna helped, as always, with her good taste in fashion. I told her I wanted to look sexy.

I rushed to the king's room, but stopped when I heard something. A woman was moaning inside!

"Uuughh... Yes, my king," the woman moaned loudly.

I opened the door a little to see who was with the king. It was Queen Athena. I gasped. She was bending over the edge of the bed while the king stood behind her, holding her back. The king looked intense, not passionate, maybe because he was tired from the battle. I had imagined being with him like that, but it would have to wait. I took a deep breath and was about to close the door and leave when the king saw me peeking.

His eyes changed, becoming alive and filled with desire. He didn't look away, and neither could I. I was mesmerized by his naked, muscular chest and the way his body moved as he thrust into Queen Athena. My heart beat faster as I watched him, unable to tear my eyes away. I touched my chest to calm my heart, but my hand moved to my breast, imagining it was the king's touch. My king watched me, his arousal growing. I wanted to touch him so badly.

I touched myself, my hand moving under my dress. I couldn't control my body anymore. The sight of the king with queen, combined with his gaze on me, was too much. My inner body grew hotter, and I started to match my movements to his rhythm, losing myself in the fantasy of his touch.

"Fuuuck, yes!" the king screamed.

I closed my eyes, feeling my body and the king's panting noise. The sound of his thrusts grew louder and faster. I moaned silently, imagining the king until I couldn't take it anymore. I climaxed just as the king groaned loudly, releasing his pleasure. They both collapsed on the bed, tired, as I closed the door quietly.