Start of the day with My Queen [r-18]

The steam rose like ethereal tendrils, curling around the edges of the cavern, blurring the boundaries between reality and fantasy. The hot spring bubbled gently, its waters a soothing balm to my weary muscles. I could hear Charla before I saw her, her melodic laughter echoing off the stone walls, a sound that always sent shivers down my spine.

Her green skin glistened under the dim light, her black hair flowing like a river around her shoulders. Her red lips curved into a sultry smile, and her eyes—those deep, dark eyes—locked onto mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt about her intentions.

"Come closer," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that sent a thrill through me.

I waded towards her, the water sloshing around my legs. As I reached her side, she extended a hand, her fingers beckoning me to kneel beside her. I did as she asked, lowering myself until our bodies were mere inches apart. The heat from the spring mingled with the warmth of her presence, creating an intoxicating blend that made my head spin.

"You look so tense my lord," she murmured, her fingertips tracing lazy circles on my shoulder. "Let me help you relax."

Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. She began to massage my shoulders, her strong hands kneading away the knots of tension that had built up over the days of ruling our kingdom. I groaned softly, leaning into her touch, my eyes closing as I surrendered to the sensation.

"That's it," she cooed, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Just let go."

Her hands moved lower, sliding down my back, her nails scraping lightly against my skin. I shuddered, my breath hitching in my throat. She continued her ministrations, her touch firm yet gentle, coaxing every ounce of stress from my body. I felt weightless, floating in a sea of bliss, anchored only by her presence.

"You're so good at this," I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through me. "I aim to please," she replied, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke.

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I turned to face her, our lips almost touching. The air between us crackled with anticipation, the tension palpable. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the same hunger that burned within me. Without breaking eye contact, I reached out, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb grazing her lower lip.

"Charla," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch, her lips parting slightly. I took the invitation, pressing my lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss. The world melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other's embrace. Our tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, savoring the moment.

As the kiss deepened, her hands roamed my body, her fingers tracing the contours of my chest, my abs, dipping lower to explore the planes of my hips. I responded in kind, my hands finding their way to her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching towards mine, seeking more of my touch.

"my king," she breathed, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. "I need you."

Her words were a command, one I was powerless to resist. I slid my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. My fingers found the juncture between her thighs, and I delved inside, finding her slick and ready for me. She gasped, her body trembling under my touch, her hips bucking against my hand.

"So wet for me," I murmured, my voice rough with desire. "So ready."

She nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. "Yes, lord. Please. Now."

I didn't need to be told twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock hard and throbbing, aching to be inside her. She spread her legs wider, giving me better access, her eyes never leaving mine. With one smooth motion, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one swift stroke.

"Ah!" she cried out, her nails digging into my back as she arched beneath me.

'"Every time I look at it, it continues to grow even stronger my lord what kind of magic you have.

I held still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size, feeling the tight grip of her pussy clenching around my shaft. When she gave a small nod, I began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as the rhythm took hold. Each thrust drove me deeper into her, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

"Fuck me, lord," she panted, her voice ragged with need. "Harder."

I obliged, increasing the force of my thrusts, driving into her with abandon. The sound of our flesh meeting echoed in the cavern, mingling with her cries of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me even deeper, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her voice rising in pitch with each word. "Don't stop!"

I couldn't stop if I wanted to. The fire inside me burned too brightly, fueled by her passion, her need. I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, my breath coming in harsh gasps. She met my every movement, her hips rising to meet mine, her pussy milking my cock with every stroke.

"Charla," I growled, my voice raw with emotion. "I'm close."

"Me too," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she clung to me. "Cum with me, lord Together."

Her words were the final push I needed. I felt the pressure building in my balls, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. With one final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my release hitting me like a tidal wave. I roared her name as I came, spilling my seed deep within her, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

She followed seconds later, her body convulsing around mine as she climaxed, her nails raking down my back as she screamed my name. We stayed locked together, our bodies twining around each other, our breaths mingling in the steam-filled air.

As the aftershocks subsided, I pulled back slightly, looking down at her. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen from our kisses, her skin flushed with arousal. She looked up at me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and content.

I grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Anything for you, my queen."

She giggled, a sound that sent another thrill through me. "Now, how about i clean you?" she suggested, her tone playful once more.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that really necessary?"

She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "Please? It'll be fun."

I couldn't resist that look, that plea. "Alright," I agreed, my voice filled with amusement. "But only because you asked so nicely."

She beamed, reaching for a nearby sponge, already soaked in the warm water. "Good," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now, turn around."

I turned around, allowing Charla to begin her task. The water rippled around me as she moved closer, her presence a comforting warmth in the otherwise vast cavern. She dipped the sponge into the spring, soaking it thoroughly before gently pressing it against my back. The sensation was immediate and soothing, the warm water seeping through the sponge and onto my skin, melting away any remaining tension from our earlier encounter.

"You know," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "you really should let me pamper you more often."

I chuckled, feeling the sponge move in slow, deliberate circles over my shoulders and down my arms. "Maybe I will," I replied, enjoying the feel of her ministrations. "But only if you promise to make it as enjoyable as this."

She giggled.

Her hands moved lower, the sponge gliding over my chest, my abs, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensations, the warmth of the water, the gentle touch of her hands, the playful tone of her voice. It was intoxicating, a perfect blend of comfort and desire.

My legs are still trembling from the intensity of our lovemaking, but Charla's touch is gentle as she guides me to the edge of the bath. I sit down, my breath hitching as she kneels before me, her eyes locking onto mine with a warmth that makes my heart race even now. Her fingers wrap around my softening cock, and I can feel the residual heat from our earlier passion still lingering on my skin.

"Let me take care of you," she whispers, her voice soft and soothing.

I nod, unable to form words as she begins to clean me with her tongue. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming. Her lips part, revealing the tip of her tongue, which she runs lightly over the head of my cock. The contrast between the cool air in the room and the warmth of her mouth sends a shiver down my spine. She doesn't rush; instead, she takes her time, savoring every inch of me.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of my shaft, licking up the remnants of our combined fluids. I can feel her breath against my skin, warm and steady, as she works her way down to the base. Her hands grip my thighs, steadying herself as she moves lower, her tongue flicking out to clean the area just below my balls. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and I have to bite back a moan.

"Charla..." I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with affection. "Shh," she soothes, "let me do this for you."

With that, she returns her attention to my cock, her tongue tracing intricate patterns along my length. She alternates between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, darting flicks, each movement designed to heighten my pleasure. Her lips press gently against my skin, sucking softly as she cleans away every last trace of our intimacy.