Chapter 468 - : 468 : The Queen’s Regal Crumble!

Chapter 468: Chapter : 468 : The Queen’s Regal Crumble!

Aiden’s lips claimed the Queen’s with renewed hunger, his tongue pushing past her lips to dominate the kiss. One hand continued its firm, possessive squeeze on her massive breast through the luxurious white gown, fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing flesh that spilled generously over the lace trim. The deep, hypnotic valley of her cleavage quivered and jiggled with every movement, the creamy skin warm and yielding under his touch.

The Queen moaned into his mouth, the sound low and involuntary, her body arching slightly despite her best efforts to remain composed. Her long platinum-blonde hair cascaded across the sofa, her golden crown still perfectly in place, a stark contrast to the way her voluptuous body was responding to him.

*This is wrong... I am kissing my daughter’s boyfriend... the man who deflowered Sera last night... This is so terribly wrong... But why does it feel so good? His tongue... his hand squeezing my breast... it’s making my head spin... my body is already betraying me...*

Aiden broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at her. The Queen was breathless, her massive breasts rising and falling heavily in his grip, the pale flesh flushed pink and heaving with each pant. Her piercing blue eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen and glistening.

He moved his hand from her breast to her chin, holding her face gently but firmly. His thumb traced slowly, deliberately, over her full lower lip, spreading the moisture from their kiss.

He grinned darkly, his blue eyes gleaming with lust and wicked amusement.

"You really do love getting kissed by the man who deflowered your daughter, don’t you, Your Majesty?"

The Queen tried to hold onto her regal tone, though her voice came out breathier than she intended, still carrying that commanding edge.

"Sir... You talk too much. A single kiss is nothing. I am the Queen. Such things do not affect me so easily."

Aiden’s grin widened into something sharper. "Really? Then maybe we should get somewhere more comfortable..."

His gaze flicked across the lavish chambers to the large, ornate royal bed at the centre, its silk sheets and thick fur blankets looking incredibly inviting.

"Perfect."

He pulled her up and into another rough, demanding kiss. One hand slid to the small of her back, yanking her voluptuous body flush against his, while the other hand grabbed a handful of her plump ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the gown with rough possession.

The Queen gasped into the kiss but kissed back with growing heat, her hand coming up to grip the lapel of his school blazer tightly, pulling him closer. Her other hand slid up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

They stumbled toward the bed while locked in the passionate kiss, Aiden’s hands roaming greedily over her body — squeezing her ass, groping her breast, pressing her against him so she could feel the hard line of his arousal. The Queen’s fingers stayed fisted in his blazer, her body pressing back against his with reluctant need.

When they reached the edge of the bed, Aiden broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the mattress. The Queen fell back with a soft, surprised cry, her long platinum-blonde hair spreading out like a silken halo across the pillows. Her massive breasts bounced heavily from the impact, nearly spilling completely from the lowered neckline of her gown. Her golden crown tilted slightly but stayed on, adding an erotic, regal touch to the sight of the Queen sprawled and flushed on her own royal bed.

Aiden climbed onto the bed after her, crawling over her body with predatory grace. He immediately reached for her chest, tugging the neckline of her gown down further. Her enormous, heavy breasts spilled out, but they were still covered by a very sexy, lacy black bra that barely contained their massive size — the delicate lace and thin straps looking utterly sinful against her pale skin, the deep cleavage even more pronounced and inviting.

Aiden’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight. A wicked, dark smirk curved his lips.

"Wearing something this slutty under your royal gown, Your Majesty? A queen in such a sexy bra... how improper," he teased darkly, his voice low and mocking.

The Queen let out a sharp gasp, her hands instinctively moving toward her chest as if to cover herself.

But Aiden caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head against the pillows.

He then hooked his fingers under the cups of the bra and pulled it up, freeing her breasts completely. They spilled out magnificently — pale, soft, and incredibly large, with large pink areolas and stiff, sensitive nipples.

"Sir... this is highly improper... I am the Queen..."

"Improper?" he murmured, leaning down to take one stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue swirled around it. "You’re the one getting soaked just from hearing how I fucked your daughter senseless."

The Queen arched her back with a loud, involuntary moan, her body completely betraying her regal composure. The sensation of his hot mouth on her sensitive nipple sent sparks of pleasure straight between her legs.

*Ahh... his mouth... so hot... sucking my breast like that... while he talks about Sera... it’s wrong... so wrong... but it feels too good...*

Aiden alternated between her breasts, sucking, licking, and gently biting the stiff peaks while his free hand slid down her body. He pushed the flowing skirt of her gown up to her waist, exposing her thick, juicy thighs and the soaked fabric of her undergarments.

He rubbed her clit through the wet panties, feeling how drenched she already was, then pushed the fabric aside and slid two fingers deep into her tight, hot pussy.

The Queen cried out, her hips bucking off the bed.

"Ahh... Sir... this is... unbecoming of the crown... ahh..."

But her voice was breathy and filled with pleasure, and her hips were already moving with his fingers.

Aiden pumped his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, curling them to stroke her inner walls while his thumb circled her clit. He sucked harder on her breast, drawing more desperate moans from her.

The Queen was panting heavily now, her massive breasts heaving with every breath, her regal tone cracking with every thrust of his fingers.

"Sir... slow down... this is... too intense... for the Queen... please..."

But her body told a different story. Her thighs had spread wider, her hips grinding down against his hand, chasing the pleasure.

Aiden added a third finger, stretching her, and increased his pace, focusing on the spots that made her moan the loudest.

The Queen’s body tensed, her thighs trembling around his wrist.

"I... I am the Queen... I shouldn’t... ahh... be reacting like this..."

But she came hard, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, her juices soaking his hand and the sheets beneath her. Her massive breasts bounced as she arched off the bed with a loud cry of pleasure, her back bowing, her crown tilting further.

Aiden didn’t stop. He continued fingering her through the orgasm, drawing it out, making her ride wave after wave until she was whimpering and squirming beneath him.

He finally pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips.

"Taste yourself, Your Majesty. Taste how wet you are for the man who took your daughter’s virginity."

The Queen, still panting heavily, her eyes glassy with pleasure and her cheeks flushed, hesitated for only a moment. Then, maintaining what little dignity she had left, she opened her mouth and licked his fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them in slow, deliberate strokes.

Aiden watched with dark satisfaction before leaning down to kiss her deeply.

He went back to her breasts, sucking and licking the sensitive nipples while his hand returned between her legs. This time he focused on her swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles while he whispered dirty things against her skin.

"You’re cumming so easily for me, Your Majesty. Your body knows what it wants... even if your royal pride won’t admit it."

The Queen moaned louder, her hands now free. One gripped his white hair, the other clutched the silk sheets tightly.

"Sir... please... this is... too much... I am... ahh... the Queen..."

But her hips were grinding desperately against his hand, her body completely lost to the pleasure.

Aiden brought her to another powerful orgasm with his fingers and mouth on her breasts, her moans echoing through the royal chambers. Her body shook, her massive breasts heaving, her thighs quivering as she came again.

He moved down her body, kissing a trail down her stomach, then lower. He pushed her gown up completely and spread her thick thighs wide. Lowering his head between them, he licked her wet pussy with long, slow strokes of his tongue, circling her sensitive clit before pushing his tongue inside her.

The Queen cried out, her hands flying to his head — not to push him away, but to hold him there as her hips bucked against his mouth.

*This is... too much... his tongue... on my most intimate place... while he speaks of my daughter... it’s so wrong... but it feels so incredibly good... I can’t stop...*

Aiden licked and sucked her clit expertly, pushing two fingers back inside her while his tongue worked her sensitive bundle of nerves. He brought her to yet another orgasm, her thighs clamping around his head as she came with a broken moan, her juices coating his tongue and chin.

He moved back up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. He ground his hard cock — still trapped in his pants — against her thigh, letting her feel exactly how aroused he was.

The Queen was a complete mess of pleasure now. Her regal bearing had cracked significantly. Her long platinum-blonde hair was disheveled, her massive breasts marked red from his sucking and squeezing, her pussy dripping and sensitive, her golden crown had already dropped from her head. But she still tried to cling to some authority, her voice weak but attempting that commanding tone between heavy pants.

"You... you are taking far too many liberties with the Queen... Sir Aiden..."

But her body was still arching toward him, and her hand was still gripping his blazer tightly, pulling him closer.

Aiden grinned against her lips, his voice low and teasing as he continued the slow, torturous foreplay.

"Your body is begging for more, Your Majesty. Begging for the cock that fucked your daughter senseless last night. Do you want it?"

The Queen bit her lip hard, trying to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity even as her hips moved restlessly against him.

"I... I am the Queen... I do not beg..."

But her voice was trembling with need, and her eyes were dark with reluctant desire. Her massive breasts rose and fell rapidly, her nipples still stiff and sensitive from his attention.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a dark, promising whisper.

"We’re just getting started, Your Majesty."

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END OF Chapter : 468 : THE QUEEN’S REGAL CRUMBLE!

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