The King's Captive

The Royal Night of Passion-2

And with that, King Henry's fingers began to slide into Queen Avalyn's pussy once more – this time for a very different reason.

As King Henry's fingers slid deeper into Queen Avalyn's pussy, she felt herself becoming wetter with each passing moment. She knew exactly what he was building towards – and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her once more.

"You're so tight," he whispered huskily against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I love feeling you wrap around my dick like a glove."

Queen Avalyn shivered at the words, her hips moving of their own accord as King Henry continued to tease her with his fingers. She knew that in just a moment, he would be sliding his massive cock deep inside her – and she couldn't help but crave it.

With a wicked grin, King Henry pulled out of Queen Avalyn's pussy and positioned himself at the entrance of her dripping wet slit. He took one last look at his queen before plunging forward, burying himself up to the hilt in one swift motion.

"Ah!" Queen Avalyn gasped aloud as King Henry began to move within her. Avalyn smiled, her eyes still closed in ecstasy. Her hands grasped at his backside like claws as she pulled him deeper, begging for more of the intense pleasure he was giving her.

As King Henry's cock continued to piston in and out of Queen Avalyn's pussy, she felt herself becoming lost in the sensation. Her hips met his thrusts with reckless abandon, their bodies moving as one in a dance of passion.

"Oh God, you're so deep," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I can feel you everywhere."

King Henry groaned at her words, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down at where they were joined. He could see himself disappearing into her depths, feeling like he was home.

"You're so tight," he whispered back against her ear. "I love feeling myself slide into your wet heat."

Queen Avalyn shivered at the words, her body trembling with pleasure as King Henry continued to pound away at her sex. She knew that this was what she had been craving all along – the raw power and intensity of a man who knew exactly how to make her feel alive.

As they reached the peak of their passion, King Henry slowed his pace slightly before pulling out of Queen Avalyn's pussy once more. He gazed down at her, his eyes burning with a fierce desire as he whispered against her ear.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered huskily. "I love watching your face contort in pleasure."

King Henry's cock slid back into Queen Avalyn's pussy, she felt herself building towards a climax unlike any other. Her body was a live wire, humming with electricity as he pumped in and out of her like a piston.

"Oh God, oh God," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I'm going to come again."

King Henry groaned at her words, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down at where they were joined. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his balls tightening up like coiled springs.

"You're so close," he whispered back against her ear. "Let it go."

And with that, Queen Avalyn's body convulsed in a wave of orgasmic bliss, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She screamed out loud as King Henry buried himself deep inside her one final time, holding still for what felt like an eternity.

The room seemed to spin around them as their bodies trembled together in unison. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the soft slurping of King Henry's lips against Queen Avalyn's pussy.

As they reached the peak of their passion, King Henry's cock erupted in a fountain of white hot cum, bathing Queen Avalyn's insides in its warm, sticky goodness. She felt herself melting into his embrace as he held her close, their bodies still trembling with pleasure.

And with that, King Henry collapsed onto Queen Avalyn's chest, his body spent but his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their shared climax.