~TWO HOURS BEFORE
THE DOOR TO THE QUEEN'S CHAMBER abruptly flew open and a woman walked in. She was brown-skinned, beautiful, and giggling. She barely went in two steps before the oakwood door slammed back close, and a pair of hands pushed her to it.
Her giggles were muted by the lips of another.
Rebelle moaned into the mouth of the woman kissing her. Not her husband, Lord Geralt and neither her secret lover, King Arlon; but his wife, Lorraine the Queen.
Rebelle stood with her back to the closed door as Lorraine pushed flush into her, drowning her in a tumble of heat. The Queen's hands moved low, sliding soft over Rebelle. She squeezed down on her breasts and the woman arched off the door. Lorraine broke their kiss with a deep breath.
"Seventh Flame forgive me, Rebelle! You are fucking beautiful. You inspire these dark things in me. I want you. I want you so much..."
The Lady was still grasping the heat of the Queen's words when Lorraine roughly turned her over to face the door. Rebelle's hands went flat on the wood and her ass nestled into Lorraine's front.
"...so fucking hot," the Queen groaned in her ear and she breathed heavily.
Lorraine began to pump her hips forward, gyrating against the seductive woman before her. Her hands gripped Rebelle's wrists flat on the door, pinning them high above her head as she rubbed harder against her ass.
But their clothes were in the way...
"Fucking gowns!" Lorraine rasped into Rebelle's ear from behind.
She released her wrists and pulled her away from the door. Rebelle was ready, burning up for her, and their lips crashed passionately. It was a slow burn that manifested into a great inferno of lust.
They stood kissing madly just behind the door. The secret nature of their affair made the emerald-eyed queen and her ivory-skinned lady burn with unbridled need for each other.
Lorraine's hand slid down behind and she gripped the folds of Rebelle's skirt, cupping the ample flesh underneath. The plumpness filled her hands and she groaned, breaking their passion. Rebelle used this opportunity and went to town on her milky skin.
"Oh fuck!" The Queen moaned as Rebelle licked down her neck.
Lorraine grasped her ass harder as Rebelle began to dip low. She dragged at the hem of the queen's grand silver gown and the cream swell of her tits rose to her. The nipples were hard and tender, and Rebelle immediately closed her pink lips over her, hot and unyielding.
"F—fuck, Rebelle!" Lorraine sputtered, lost in the heat of her mouth.
She groped harder on Rebelle's ass and the woman suckled fiercely, her beautiful face lost in the hollow of her chest. When Rebelle's free hand dipped low between her legs, Lorraine feared she would crash into ecstasy and instantly pulled Rebelle up to her. The Lady's lips left her pink and aching.
"Gods! You're beautiful," Lorraine whispered.
Her breathing came in pants and her green eyes shone with lust at Rebelle's pretty face. The Lady's eyes held equal want, and she opened her lips, saying the words they both desperately needed to hear.
"Fuck me!"
The moment the words left Rebelle's lips, Lorraine swept in, fisting her hair and kissing her hard. Her breasts were out of her blouse and Rebelle softly kneaded her as they moved for the bed.
Rebelle hit the edge and sat down on the white sheets. The queen followed, straddling her. Lorraine's thighs spread wide as she sat in her lap and Rebelle's trim fingers raked the milky skin underneath. Soon, Lorraine began to pant and move on her. Rebelle grabbed her gown, pulling roughly at it and the material ripped.
Her lips immediately found their way downwards, snaking down with her tongue out until she found the perky rosy buds. Lorraine shivered in her lap, holding her head close and caressing her soft black waves. Rebelle twirled her nipple and the Queen jerked in her grasp.
"...not yet," Lorraine breathed. "Please, not yet."
She lifted up the Lady's thighs and pushed her to the white sheets. She immediately climbed in after her and they both shrugged off what remained of their clothing.
"Turn over. I want to see all of you. All of the beautiful you."
Lorraine's sultry voice came to Rebelle, soft as a feather in her ears and she turned over, kneeling on the bed so her ass pushed out. The queen moved behind her.
"Oh yes. Oh fuck yes!" Lorraine gasped on sighting her wet from behind. "...you are so fucking beautiful, Rebelle."
This was barely a heartbeat before her mouth landed hot on her from behind. Rebelle bucked at the heat accompanying the queen's lips as her tongue moved over her, and her fingers squeezed tight on the sheets. Rebelle shivered on her face and began to slowly move on her, arching her hips.
"Y...yes, Rebelle. Move on me," Lorraine moaned. Her voice was muffled from her position behind.
"Oh yeah! That's what you want?" Rebelle fired back seductively and the queen gave an answering moan.
"Say it!" the Lady commanded with a sultry voice.
"Yes, it's what I fucking want."
Rebelle felt two fingers slide in deep into her and she bucked on the sheets. Lorraine in turn, palmed her ass, holding her firm to her fingers. She slipped them out and Rebelle moaned, only for her to replace them with her tongue.
She lifted up then, kneeling behind Rebelle. The woman pushed her ass out and Lorraine slammed into her. They met hot at the middle and both of them groaned at the sizzling contact. Lorraine began to pump her hips, meeting Rebelle skin to skin.
"Fuck yes! Lorraine," she gasped. "...fuck me! Harder..."
Her wanton words sent the queen into a frenzy and she grasped hard on her hips, doing exactly what the Lady wanted.
Lorraine and Rebelle spent the minutes following drowning themselves in each other until they couldn't breathe. After about an hour, they reclined spent against the tousled white sheets, a light sheen of sweat over their naked bodies. The queen turned to her lady lover.
"I don't think I can ever salve my ache of you."
Rebelle flushed at her statement, giving her a small smile. Lorraine was about to say something else when a small knock sounded on the door beyond.
Lady Rebelle immediately pulled the sheets over her head, submerging her entire body under the covers. A second later, the queen's handmaiden, Irina walked in.
"Your Grace!" she bowed.
"What is it, Irina?" Lorraine called to the auburn-haired girl.
Irina noticed the Queen was slightly annoyed at her entrance and quickly stated the reason for her visit. To anger a monarch could be deadly.
"His Majesty said to inform you that the children have arrived. It seems he needs you for something concerning their return."
Lorraine nodded and the girl walked out. Irina silently shut the door behind her. She hadn't failed to notice that the Queen was slick with sweat and that the sheets looked bulky. But who was she to question a Regent?
The red-haired servant went on her way, forgetting any lingering thoughts of what she might've seen in the Queen's bedroom.
Back in the chamber, Rebelle pulled back up from under the bedding. She looked to Lorraine, and only a moment passed before they were both giggling to each other. Their grins faded after a while and Lorraine moved in to kiss her.
"My Queen," Rebelle whispered to her, caressing her cheek.
...Yvenne flinched inwardly when she noted that just a few moons ago she had said the very same words to Lorraine's husband—his, matching the male equivalent.