CHAPTER 30: THE QUEEN’S PUSSY

A sharp, breathy cry escaped the queen’s lips as Dax’s hand squeezed her breast, the incredible softness of it almost driving him mad.

He held her as one might cradle a pair of rare treasures, fingers exploring with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her tremble.

He held the full weight of it at the base, his large hand cradling the tender flesh like a precious, heavy fruit, as he began a relentless, worshipful assault.

He wiggled his fingertips into the pliant softness, squeezed with a possessiveness that made her whimper, and fumbled with the hard peak of her nipple, all at once.

"Uhh... uhh, Daddy... it’s all yours," she whimpered, her head lolling back against his shoulder.

The entire globe of her breast seemed to vibrate under his touch, a liquid, quivering softness that was impossibly warm. It was like holding captured moonlight, a thing of pure sensation.

With a low growl, Dax yanked on the gathered fabric at her shoulder, twisting the queen in his arms until she faced him. Her breasts swayed with the sudden motion, and his gaze locked onto her nipples; a stunning, flushed pink, and already so hard they seemed to ache for his touch. They pointed at him like perfect, eager accusations.

The kitchen counter beside them was laden with delicacies. Dax’s eyes scanned them and landed on a small, ceramic pot labeled simply, ’Milk.’ He flipped the top cover off and plunged two fingers into the contents.

It was thick, cool and luxuriously concentrated, coating his digits in a viscous, white layer. He never broke eye contact with her as he brought his hand to her chest.

The first touch was a shock. A sharp, cold sensation against her overheated nipple. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, and her back arched instinctively, pushing her breast more firmly into his hand.

"Daddy!"

He did the same to her other nipple, painting the hard nub with the cold, rich liquid until both peaks glistened under the low light. Then, he brought his milk-slicked fingers to her lips. Her eyes, dark with hunger, fluttered shut.

Her tongue darted out, not tentatively, but with a starving urgency. She wrapped her lips around his fingers, and the heat of her mouth was a furnace. She sucked, her tongue swirling over his knuckles, licking and cleaning every last trace of the sweet cream, her moans vibrating against his skin.

The sight, the feeling, was so intensely erotic he felt his cock twitch painfully against the confines of his trousers.

Slowly, Dax leaned her back against the edge of the hard kitchen counter, her hands splaying out behind her to anchor herself. Then, he lowered his mouth to her glistening breast.

His lips closed over one taut nipple, and his tongue lapped at the residual milk, the flavor of sweet cream and her unique, musky salt exploding on his taste buds. Gods, she was a feast.

The woman cried out, her back bowing off the counter.

"Yes! Just like that... yes... uhh, uhh..."

He was lost in it, suckling firmly, his mouth working her flesh, drawing more of her into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. The combination of the pillowy softness of her breast and the rigid peak he could worry with his tongue was a form of madness.

He could have stayed there for an eternity. He switched to the other breast, his lips and tongue entangling with the hard, pink nub as the queen buried her hands in his hair, pushing his face deeper into her, grinding herself against his mouth.

He tore at the remains of her garment, desperate for more skin, but the ruined silk was in the way. With a frustrated grunt, he let go and pulled his own shirt over his head in one swift motion.

As he did, the queen turned, leaning forward over the counter, her hands flat on the cool surface. She arched her back down, presenting herself, and then she pushed out her magnificent ass.

She began to move, a slow, hypnotic roll of her hips that built into a fervent twerk. Her cheeks clapped together, reverberating like water, a mesmerizing display of soft, jiggling flesh that made his mouth water and his cock harden to the point of pain.

He didn’t hesitate. After tossing his shirt aside, he reached for the hem of her torn gown and pulled it up, bunching it around her waist. There they were. Two perfect, round, huge orbs of her ass, bare and quivering before him.

Dax bent low and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to one jiggling cheek, his free hand coming up to knead and fumble the other, feeling its incredible weight, its yielding softness, the way it filled his hand completely.

He stood back up, his hand trailing down the deep valley of her spine, down to the heat he knew was waiting.

He cupped her, his fingers sliding through the slickness that already soaked her folds.

"Uhh," she moaned, her entire body trembling violently at the intimate touch. Dax felt her slick heat, so wet, so ready for him.

"Daddy, please... I want you inside me... uuh, please..." she cried, pushing back against his hand.

He was already so hard it was a dull, constant ache. He wanted to devour her, to claim her completely. Knowing how wet she was, how much she wanted it, undid the last of his control. He fumbled with his belt, the buckle clinking loudly in the tense air.

He was going to TAKE that pussy from behind.

Dax shoved his pants and briefs down in one rough push, his cock springing free, long, thick, and painfully erect, every vein taut with need. The queen tilted her head, looking back, her eyes widening at the sight.

"Gods..." she breathed, a fresh wave of arousal slickening her further. It was exactly how she liked it... how she craved it.

She moved, shifting her hips backwards until the plush, warm globes of her ass made contact with his thighs.

Without hesitation, she reached a hand back, her fingers wrapping around his girth. Her touch was a miracle; soft, sure, and searingly hot. It made Dax shiver, his knees nearly buckling. She stroked him once, twice, feeling his weight and heat.

Then she positioned herself, arching her back even more, lifting her ass in blatant invitation.

Dax calmly positioned the swollen, weeping head of his cock at her entrance, brushing it through her drenched folds, coating himself in her essence.

"Daddy... stop teasing me already," she moaned, her voice strained with desperate need.

With a guttural sound, Dax obliged. He pushed. Slowly at first, a torturous, inch-by-inch invasion that made them both gasp.

Nghh!

Then, with one powerful thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-! Uhh! Uhh! You are a beast, Daddy!" The queen’s cry tore through the silent castle, a raw sound of pure ecstasy. He was so deep, so impossibly large inside her, stretching her to her absolute limit.

"Fuck... God... you are too big..." she cried, her knuckles white where she gripped the counter’s edge.

Dax held himself there, buried to the roots, letting her feel every inch, his hips flush against the magnificent curve of her ass. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his overwhelming size.

He retracted slowly, the drag of his slick shaft exquisite torture, before driving back into her welcoming heat. Her moans became a steady rhythm matching his building pace.

Each thrust was heavier than the last, each one pushing a gasp from her lungs. Her huge, freed breasts swayed and dangled with the powerful motion, and the sound of their bodies meeting filled the room; a sharp, wet, slapping beat.

Kpa. Kpa. KPA.

"Don’t stop, Daddy! Give it to me! Uhhh!"

Dax kept going, his rhythm becoming frantic, animalistic. He reached around her, his hand finding one bouncing breast, squeezing it tightly, the softness engulfing his hand, the pleasure a thick, tangible thing.

"Harder, Daddy! Harder!"

"Oh, harder," Dax mumbled through rough, ragged breaths, obliging her. He pistoned into her, his pace becoming brutal, a relentless pursuit of his own peak.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh! Easy, Daddy, please... easy!" she begged, but her body told a different story, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust.

It was too late. Dax was high on it, lost in the tightening coil of pleasure in his gut, in the feel of her perfect ass slamming against him, in the sight of her tits jiggling wildly.

"Who are you?" he growled into her ear, his voice raw.

"I’m your bitch, Daddy! Please...!"

He was devouring her, claiming her. Her entire world had narrowed to this; the slam of his body, the fullness, the building, unbearable pressure. Her cries were constant now, a keening wail of pleasure-pain.

"Daddy, please... ahhhh... ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her climax hit her like a thunderclap. Her body seized, her inner walls clamping down on his cock with a series of violent, milking spasms. He felt her warmth gush around him, her cum slicking his frantic strokes.

It made him snap. With a final, deep, soul-stealing thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could and came.

A hoarse roar was torn from his throat as his own release surged into her, a torrent of thick, hot white that spurted again and again, entangling with her own climax deep inside her womb.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" The queen’s scream echoed off the stone walls, a sound of pure, unadulterated rapture.

Dax collapsed over her, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. His weight pressed her into the counter, both of them spent and trembling.

A tired, sated smile flickered across the queen’s face. She was still leaning on the kitchen counter, her legs jelly, doubting she could even stand, let alone walk.

Through the blissful haze and the sound of their ragged breathing, a cool, detached voice echoed in the confines of Dax’s mind.

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[[You have masked the orgasm of a sex beast]]