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Camilla •

I honestly did not know how I got into this mess. A mess because I was just a lowly servant for the king and now, look at where I am. My plus-sized, shy self under a heavenly body. And I'm not even talking about a planet or a star.

I'm actually talking about the sun. The body above mine is so hot it brings shivers and sweat out of my rolls and bumps, making me and him relatively wet in all the right places.

I'm not kidding. I can feel moisture in my armpits, in my plush stomach and thighs, and in my most private area. This should feel gross but my timid self thinks otherwise.

The boy himself was grunting weird sounds of pain, I guess. Sweat trickling down his temple to his jaw, dropping onto my silky uniform. He had changed our position earlier when I accidentally gripped his rocky tool too hard for his liking. At least that's what I thought. He actually had other plans.

I just hope I get out of this alive and whole. Whatever that means.

Nikolov •

Burning. Everything's burning.

My skin's too tight, prickling in high temperature not from my excellent air-conditioning but from the little old woman under me. I'm afraid I may like this position even more than being king.

She was gripping my clothed cöck too hard and it should be painful but my ego was anything but. Her touch speaks of an innocent woman, untainted by carnal pleasures. How in the world she stayed inexperienced that long is beyond me. And I'm gonna use that knowledge to my advantage.

I suddenly flipped us over, my body pinning her down in my soft mattress. But damn, her body's softer. My hands were busy skimming over every inch of her clothed torso. She's overdressed.

"Clothes. Off. Now."

Words were useless. I need some action and I'm getting it one way or another.

She reacted just as how I imagined. Her eyes open wide, her mouth forming a small-shaped O. To see them open wider with my dïck incased in her tongue and teeth cavern would be the death of me.

With her seemingly comatose state, my words were not heeded. Instead she stared at me with fear in her eyes. She struggled to say something but no sound came out. But then, her pupils dilated. That's my sign.

"Okay, if that's what you want. We're doing this my way. I hope you know that I am the king and you, Camilla Ruscho, along with all of Romanovia, is now my property." I don't know why I said that. But I'll be damned if I let other fools steal what's rightfully mine.

With that thought in mind I ripped open her clothes, buttons flying in every direction. Her more than ample pair of gorgeous tits wrapped in simple white cotton brassiere had my cock soared up than it already is. Still unsatisfied, I also ripped the offensive undergarment to half.

What greeted me was a sight to behold. Her jugs are a beauty. I've seen hundreds of them but this pair of flesh is pure, unadulterated pleasure. Stretch marks adorned the sides, nipples were a no-show but it made it more exciting. I'll get you out of hiding, babies. Wait for daddy.

My erection skyrocketed to an Eiffel no doubt.

Taking ahold of her tits in my rough hands I squeezed it and played with it as roughly as possible. I want to go soft with her but I changed my mind. Soft won't give her the utmost pleasure. And I need her to come to me everytime her body needs me. Only me.

I licked her inverted nipples, alternately giving attention to the other twin. Gripping it with both hands I sucked and sucked like a baby to his mother, crying for that awaited milk. There's nothing much to suck but in time her nipples will stand out to be fine points. And I'm here to witness it happen.

Until then, I'll be sucking. Everyday hopefully. A king can dream.

When her breasts were full of my marks from my teeth, I decided it's time to head down south. And all this time the old woman just keeps spouting incoherent words but I understood. I am the first man to let her feel this kind of heaven and I intend to keep it that way.

I laved and touched every exposed skin with my wet tongue, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her navel was no exception. I put my tongue in there until I heard her gasp audibly, her hands on my locks and tried to pull me off of her.

Not happening baby. NO.

Holding the hem of her tight knee-length skirt with both of my hands, my brain in a hazy fog of lust, I quickly pulled it up to her waist which revealed fluffy flesh of marked skin and thick, rich thighs. This is heaven no doubt.

I was so impatient to see all of her that I unzipped the zipper at the back and pulled it down together with her matching white cotton panties.

There before me is not the prettiest woman I have ever seen but the hottest piece I will ever have come hell or high water.

In all her naked glory she has the realest form of femininity in my eyes. I knelt there in between her folded knees, visibly shaking. Shaking in anticipation and mutual lust, I'd like to believe.

And then she squeaked like a mouse trapped in sticky faux cheese, not realizing it was poison meant to stop her existence. Only difference is this woman is the mouse and I'm gonna make sure she lives off of my poison like a hungry whöre. My whore.

Her arms were crossed across her chest and her knees were closed. I need her open for me. "Open. The. Fuck. Up. For. Me. Camilla. Open. Wide." As I stressed each word I pried her knees apart.

I was warmly welcomed by her sopping wet fat pussy, all inviting and looking very accommodating. And I'm the sole guest this day, and I will make sure I'll be the only one welcome in her paradise for as long as I see fit. Any intruder will face my wrath if they as much discover my valley.

It took me a great minute of adoring her cunt before my cock took over and urged me to make him happy. What a dick.

Down, boy. You'll have your fill. Need to taste her first.

Without further ado I planted my face in her cock tunnel, sniffing and storing her scent in memory before I licked her long and hard from top to bottom. She moaned just as hard as she gripped my head with both hands to push me away but I seized her hands in mine and locked it beside her quivering body.

Her protruding little clit called out for attention so I gave her what she needs. And her grunts of pleasure proved she badly wants this just as much as I do despite her attempts at running out the door.

The tiny pink flesh rose to a prominent hill, begging for more but I can't hold it any longer. I have dragged this too long. With a last flick of my tongue on her pussy, I made sure it is wet and ripe enough for my very excited buddy.

In a flash I discarded my constricting boxer briefs. Ahhh, freedom.

Upon seeing my rock hard cock in flesh for the very first time standing in position, my little hot maid scampered to the farthest side of my bed. She resembled a deer caught in headlights, a lion in her tail. But the lion badly needs to cut the chase.

I dragged her two feet and gripped her knees apart. Her pussy's practically weeping by now. I sniffed the air. The lion has finally caught his prey.

"Hey, baby", I said, talking to her pussy. "Meet my dearest friend. He's very pleased to meet you." I licked my lips and grinned wickedly.

"M-m-my k-k-ki-"
I did not let her finish.

With one hard thrust, I breached her walls and joined our bodies as one. She screamed, tears falling in her cheeks.

Confirmed. A virgin. I'm a lucky bastard.

I stilled for a good minute that was plain torture for both of us. Camilla was still crying but her cunt, is on another level of wet. She needs this. I know.

Not waiting another minute, I moved my hips backward, almost pulling out. Her tight pussy clung to my dick, her inner wall sticking possessively. She cried out. I thrust back in with a slow, steady rhythm until she's singing a different tune. Her small shy moans sealed our fate.

Brace yourself, baby. Here comes the king.

Roughly gripping her love handles, I thrust back in forcefully into her tight heat. Her walls gave way for the huge intruder tonight and will be welcoming it for many many nights to follow.

Camilla cried out each time I stroke the inside of her cvnt from hard and fast fucking to short but powerful strikes. My steely cock kept on hammering her non stop, and I can feel it getting bigger still. Her pussy was really slick and tight, gripping my dick so strong it's choking my meat to death but I love it. I crave it even now.

"Hmmm ohhh m-m-m-yyyy kinggg, p-p-please sto-o-o-ppp, p-p-pleaseee hmmmmm", she weakly pushed my sweaty chest but to no avail, her moans contrast to her words.

"No. Can. Do." I literally growled each word. No. Fucking. Way.

Feeling my near release, I went from mad fucking to barbaric movements of my hips pistoning in and out of her pussy. I swear to the gods this woman will be the death of me. Death from too much pleasure. Death from insatiability. I can't get enough of her. And I think my cock will never get tired of her tight cunt.

She's all garbled noise and whimpers and shaking body, her legs now residing atop my shoulders. Her arms are flailing, her brunette hair plastered in her temples and in my scarlet covers. Eyes closed tight, mouth an O, red cheeks on high definition, my maid's definitely a sight to see. Pleasure and pain in one beautiful view any man would kill to see. But I'm a very greedy man. I'll lock her in a faraway castle and make her queen.

My queen.

With a loud grunt and one final thrust, not withholding any more of my raging flood, I let the gates open and poured her blessing upon blessing upon blessing, to which she gracefully received and then gave her own to unite with mine.

I wanted to close my eyes and feel the great pleasure washing over me, but I willed my mind not to. I want to record every scene in this moment, how I'm the first man to give her her first of many more orgasms, and how the tint of blood in my cock proved I had her virginity. Holy fvck.

I rode her orgasm with short, slow strokes. Aftershocks of our powerful union still evident in her shaking thighs and ragged breath. Mine's ragged too, my cock still hard from the overwhelming carnal pleasure.

It was a few minutes of recovering and coming down from my high that I realized the woman underneath me was dead to the rest of the world. Except mine.

I chuckled. She's cute. Hot. Damn.

I pulled out of her now abused but delicious pussy. Looking down, my dick's a dick needing another round but I digress. My woman's spent for now so the servant that is my cock must calm down.

I nestled her in pillows to give her comfort and my thick blanket to cover what needs to be covered. But not before I sucked on her breasts and bit her neck and shoulders hard and licked the sting with kitten licks. And after stealing a kiss and biting her irresistible lush lower lip, I finally covered her sinful body with the hated blanket.

I was about to shower, but an invisible force pulls me back to bed with the witch of a woman snoring softly, muttering inaudible words.

"N-nooo b-boooy. No." I strained close to be able to hear her. I laughed a hearty laugh. I'll show you how much of a man this boy is.

Smirking, I got in behind the voluptuous form of an older woman who gave Romanovia's ruler a taste of her exclusive, delicate flower, with my right hand and arm cupping a handful of soft titty.

"You're mine now, Camilla."

Mine.

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Screamiiiiiiiiing. Kill me or love me.
Option two pls.
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