The Shadowman and his Queen

When We...

ShadowQueen Ch. 11: When We...

Delicate rays of morning sun illuminate her sleeping form as the day's glory rises above the city's skyline and peeks into his bedroom windows. He hasn't slept more peacefully or comfortably than he has their past two nights together. Having this woman back in his arms, even for only the two nights he's been able to, feels like home. He, up with the dawn unlike his lovely Regina, takes the opportunity to drink in her beauty while she slumbers. She is stunning, her smooth olive skin, thick eyelashes, full lips, luscious ringlets of her brown hair framing her sleeping face, the under sheet covering her body creating a sexy silhouette of her bare curves... she is perfect and he is completely in love. Unable to resist, he gently takes his fingers and traces the outline of her face, moving the wisps and ringlets of hair that have fallen into its beauty.

He then uses his thumb to gently caress her cheekbone before he leans in to gently kiss her forehead, cheekbone and, finally, her lips. Regina sighs in delight at the feel of his lips on hers and it makes Samdi smile in adoration. He does it again, experimenting, hopeful he will get the same response, but he doesn't. Instead, Regina gently returns the kiss in kind and smiles a gentle "good morning" as her eyes flutter open. "Good morning my love, how did you sleep?" he inquires enamored by her morning beauty, "very well... very, very well" she says with a sleep weighed yet naughty smile. "Your arms are quite comfortable, I've always slept well in them" she admits, "yes you have, my dear. Especially after nights like we had last night" he reminisces. "Yes...last night was...mmmm" she breaths in, purrs and bites her bottom lip as she lays her thigh over the side of his hip and rubs her hands up his chest to his shoulders. "Yes, it was" he says, they just woke up but they are already keyed up and ready for another round. "Would you like a morning reprisal, my dear Regina?" he asks sultrily as he runs a heavy yet gentle hand up and down her spine, rolling his hips into her now partly open legs, "yes please" she confirms with a wanton naughty smile.

Now with her blessing, he intently rolls his hips forward to rub his near fully stiff member against her slightly exposed folds. Regina is already fully aroused and ready to go so she doesn't tease, she hikes her leg higher up on his hip to give him more room to work and uses her grip on his shoulders to pull herself closer to him. Samdi loves how forward she is, especially when she is in one of her insatiable moods, just as she is now. He takes the hint and reaches between them to position his member at her entrance to push into her, "oh, my God Regina, mmm... you're soaked" he says with a surprised groan. "I know..." she purrs knowingly with a wiggle of her eyebrows, "fuck me hard Samdi... please" she all but begs. She's still sleep addled, floating in that early morning place that teeters between half sleep and fully awake. That place where salaciously risqué dreams and thoughts become reality without the fetters of consciousness' brooding restraint. He's still getting used to his sweet Regina using such language, Evil Queen phase occurring or not. But he must admit, it fully turns him on when she does.

He obliges without a beat, "gladly, my love". Samdi enters and fills her completely, giving her all of him to the hilt. She turns her face into the pillow and lets out a loud moan, even muffled Samdi can hear her loud and clear, at least the neighbors can't... hopefully. He hadn't had his chance to release in their ending round last night so he will most definitely take the opportunity to do so this morning. He sets a rhythm that completely obeys her request. He takes hold of her thigh to pull her close with each of his thrusts which are as deep and hard as he can make them in their current position. Although the position doesn't allow extreme depth, he stays there because it grants another, just as pleasure filled, sensation. The extra tightness of her inner walls. She's already perfectly tight as it is, without this position. But this, this tightness, this massage to his manly organ, is stoking the flames of his nearing climactic inferno "My God, Regina you feel so good. Mmm... my flawless Queen. So, tight... so perfect". Regina is drowning in sexual decadence, as her lover thrusts in and out of her.