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“You look beautiful, princess,” Harper said, standing in the mirror behind Amelia. Her shoulder-length hair hooked behind her left ear, but the majority swooped over in a voluminous cascade to the right. A simple, subdued red dress hung off her small frame. Bunches of excess fabric clumped up where she didn’t quite fill the article.

Amelia tore her eyes off Harper and gave herself another once-over. The plunging neckline of the forest green dress drooped, tailored for someone with a more than modest bust. Thin straps held the garment, exposing her arms, shoulders, and upper back. Sunlight from the open balcony door caused her fair skin to glow.

“I was starting to think that it was a little much.” The ankle-length pleated skirt fluttered as Amelia twisted her hips. She turned her attention back to Harper.

A rosy color flushed Harper’s cheeks, and her eyes flicked up to Amelia’s. “It’s what Queen Kamarrah wanted. You should respect her wishes.”

Amelia humphed and cracked a smirk. “Is that the only reason you approve of it?”

“Wha-what do you mean, princess?” Harper stammered and tried in vain to hide her deepening blush.

“I’m messing with you, Harper.” Amelia spun from their reflections and smiled. “I can always count on you to say the right thing.” She closed the gap between them, gathered the smaller woman up, and hugged her.

“Princess, please.” Harper lifted her hands to push away, but they stopped on Amelia’s hips. The rigidness in her posture dissolved. “I am glad you appreciate my opinion, but I’m just doing my job.”

“Loosen up.” Amelia squeezed Harper before she pulled back. She smiled down at the shorter woman. “You look pretty yourself.”

Harper’s eyes lit up, but a frown worked its way onto her face. “The dress doesn’t suit me.”

“Once I’m done talks with the Queen, we’ll go and get better-suited dresses together, okay?”

Amelia expected Harper to avoid eye contact, but she locked eyes with her. “That sounds wonderful.”

The door rattled as someone pounded on it. “If you’re done faffing about,” Jonas called, “the queen is ready for you.”

“Quiet, Jonas.” Amelia swept past Harper, headed for the door. “You’re jealous because there’s two beautiful women in here, and you’re not allowed in.”

Jonas snorted. “Please. I’ve seen enough of you over the years, and I don’t want you corrupting Harper.”

“No I—”

“She is not corrupting me, Jonas.” Harper came up beside Amelia and yanked the door open. “She can do as she pleases.”

A shocked expression came over Jonas’ face, but he reeled his reaction in a moment after. “Fair enough.” He adjusted the tall collar of his black silk vest and glanced away. “Just hurry up; you wouldn’t want to keep Queen Kamarrah waiting.

Thuds echoed in the immaculate hall as Jonas strode away. Amelia watched him go, surprised by the extravagance of his garb. His charcoal boots were polished to a mirror-shine. Elegant, form-fitting trousers caused him to walk a little stiff. Jewelry—of all things—adorned his wrists and neck. The entire getup ran counter to his usual attire.

Harper cleared her throat, drawing Amelia’s attention. “Shall we?” Amelia nodded and took off after Jonas.

Pure white stone pillars rose to the vaulted ceiling. The polished marble floor sparkled in the sunshine from the skylight above. Portraits, paintings of domestic and foreign landscapes, and depictions of battles or celebrations lined the spotless walls. Potted ferns sat beside the dozen benches around the perimeter.

Servants ran about the place, and guards were posted at every entrance. Amelia smiled at a pair of soldiers as she and Harper passed them. One nodded while the other scrutinized her with intent eyes behind their soot black helmet. Matching scale mail finished out their armor, obscuring everything but their eyes and hard-set mouths.

Jonas hovered by the entrance to the dining hall. He fussed with his out-of-character attire. “Could you be any slower?”

“What’s with the clothes?” Amelia asked, grinning.

“It’s what the queen provided. I see you didn’t have any reservations with yours.” Jonas folded his arms across his chest and glared.

Laughter bubbled out of Amelia. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“I think it looks nice,” Harper said.

The frown on Jonas’ face lifted. “Let’s go, so I can get out of this.”

A servant in an outfit like Jonas’ led them past the guards to a broad table. Yellow and white flowers poked up out of long-stemmed vases spaced every two feet. An assortment of cutlery marked spots for five people: the head, a spot to the right, and three on the left.

“Please take a seat,” the man said, gesturing to the trio of empty chairs with a sweep of his arm. “I will inform Queen Kamarrah of your arrival.”

Amelia took the chair closest to the head of the table and leaned back. Her body sank into the lush padding, and she sighed. Jonas plopped down beside her as Harper eased down into the last spot. The smell of cooking meat drifted in. Amelia’s stomach grumbled. She hoped the food would be ready soon.

“Princess,” Harper said, leaning forward past Jonas, “have you ever met the queen before?”

Amelia shook her head. “No, I haven’t. Our countries have always been friendly, but this is the first time I’ve ever set foot in the palace or seen her in person.”

“My father once fought alongside the late king when I was a kid.” The chair beside Amelia creaked as Jonas shifted around and glanced over at her. “Do you remember that? Your father was there, too.”

“Vaguely,” Amelia admitted. “I remember you being excited when they came back because your father brought you a souvenir…although, I can’t remember what it was.”

“My first spear.” A smile clung to Jonas’ face. “It was made from some special wood that can only be found in this country. Supposed to be three times as durable yet half the weight as the stuff from back home.”

Harper turned her attention to Jonas. “What happened? I’ve never seen you use a spear.”

Jonas chuckled. “I broke it.”

“Oh, I remember now.” Amelia propped an elbow on the table and grinned. “You wanted to see if the tales were true, so you rounded up some of the other kids and had them hang off the ends. Took five of ‘em, but you found out it wasn’t indestructible.”

“I never did get another souvenir from anywhere my father went. But,” Jonas glanced around and shrugged, “now that I’m here, I could get myself whatever I want.”

“You’re not going to use our funds to buy some junk you’ll break or lose in a week tops.” Amelia tried her best to keep a stern face, but her amusement seeped through the cracks with a flash of her teeth.

A flat stare came over Jonas’ face, and he stared Amelia down. “You sound like my father.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. He’s a responsible man”—Amelia nudged Jonas with her elbow—“unlike someone else.”

“Yeah, you’re real responsible, Amelia.” Jonas batted away her arm. “No way you’d waste tons of coin or time on frivolous things.”

“Can you two please not argue at our host’s dinner table?” Harper asked. She chewed on her lip and stared across the table at nothing.

Jonas tilted his chin up and eyed Harper. “Nervous, Harper?”

“No.” Harper’s nostrils flared as she sucked in and exhaled a sharp breath. “Well, yes.” She shook her head, slumping in her seat. “Besides the princess’ family, I’ve never met any other royalty. And I’ve never been included in a dinner.”

Amelia brushed Jonas aside. “We’ll have to change that.” A smile slid onto Harper’s face, and she nodded.

The doors at the back of the hall opened. A tall woman dressed in an elegant rose gold dress entered the chamber. Her warm umber skin—exposed further by a plunging neckline and playful leg slit—glowed in the light. She studied her guests with a confident, inquisitive gaze. Amelia’s heart skipped a beat at the woman’s beauty.

“Welcome to my home, Princess Amelia von Heiden. It is good to finally meet you.” Queen Kamarrah stopped beside her chair. As a servant made her spot ready, her inviting brown eyes sized Amelia up. “I hope you find your accommodations acceptable.”

Amelia prevented her eyes from wandering and smiled. “It’s a pleasure, Queen Kamarrah. Everything has been stellar. You have a beautiful home.”

“Ah, thank you, my dear. I’m happy to hear that.” The servant slipped back and bowed, allowing Kamarrah to sit at the head of the table.

A young man about the same age as Harper swept up beside the queen. She spared him a brief glance before she gestured toward the chair across from Amelia. He frowned but took the seat after a quick man saw to it. His dark eyes cast over the three guests, lingering on Jonas. A sourness remained in his expression.

“Princess Amelia,” Kamarrah said as she glanced to her right, “this is my son, Prince Harim. Do not mind his poor attitude, I’m trying to get him more accustomed to proper meetings, but he’s stubborn.”

A smirk quirked Amelia’s mouth. “No worries, your majesty. I understand.” Her gaze shifted to the prince. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince Harim. These are my friends Jonas and Harper.”

Harim nodded but made no further acknowledgment, settling back into his chair.

Kamarrah sighed. “Better.”

Movement at the back of the hall caught Amelia’s attention. Servants carrying platters filed in, a heady mix of sweet and savory aromas preceding them. Amelia’s stomach grumbled. They didn’t eat more than scant rations for days, and she craved far more. A joyous smile slipped onto her face.

“I apologize for the lack of food upon your arrival, but I do hope this makes up for it.” Something bumped Amelia’s foot, but she paid it no mind.

The attendants set down dish after dish, filling the table. Steam rose from most and carried intoxicating scents. Amelia didn’t recognize many of the dishes once unveiled but that didn’t stop her mouth from watering. While she devoured the cuisine with her eyes, the queen’s gaze remained fixated on her.

A warm plate was set before Amelia. “Go ahead and take whatever you want,” Kamarrah said. “If you’re unfamiliar with anything, don’t be afraid to ask. I won’t take any offense.”

Amelia, Jonas, and Harper pilled food on their plates until no more would fit before Kamarrah or Harim moved an inch. The hunger Amelia had appeared to be shared by her friends. She smirked and shot them a sidelong glance. Jonas’ expression turned stoic, but Harper couldn’t contain her excitement.

No sound but the clink of silverware filled the hall for a moment as Amelia, Harper, and Jonas stuffed their faces. The food all tasted so wonderful; she couldn’t stop herself.

“I’m glad to see that you and your friends enjoy our food,” Kamarrah said, popping a bit of chicken into her mouth.

“Oh, yes, it’s superb.” Amelia grinned. “I think I’m going to enjoy my stay here.”

Something—a foot—touched Amelia’s ankle and brushed up her calf. “Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like, and I’ll see you get it.” An impish smile split Kamarrah’s face.

Amelia’s heart beat faster. She didn’t expect Kamarrah to come on to her—not that she minded. The woman was gorgeous; age unable to dull any of her beauty. However, Amelia wasn’t used to people in Kamarrah’s position flirting with her. Then she remembered her dress and how the queen had picked it out for her.

Sticking out her chest so that her cleavage became accentuated, Amelia slid her leg closer to Kamarrah, giving her better access. “I’m sure I’ll think of a couple of things before I leave. Thank you, your majesty.”

“Business, then?” The question hung for a moment as Kamarrah’s toe caressed Amelia.

“Yes.” Amelia shook her head and tried to remember the real reason she had come. “Have you received any reports from the south about the current situation?”

Kamarrah nodded. “I have. Dimin is ready for war, and your father is at the front, trying to keep the peace.”

“He doesn’t expect it to hold. With what forces he has and the garrison of our allies, they won’t last when Dimin decides to break the treaty.” Amelia swallowed and straightened her shoulders. “I was sent to request your aid.”

“Things must be serious if he sent you instead of sending a missive.” Despite the seriousness of conversation, Kamarrah continued the slow, gentle stroke of her foot up and down Amelia’s leg.

“It was my decision. I wanted to make sure things went smoothly.”

Kamarrah smiled and locked eyes with Amelia. “Your father is lucky to have such a dutiful daughter. I will consult with my generals, but I do not see an issue in lending troops.”

A burning sensation welled up on Amelia’s cheeks. “I appreciate that, your majesty.” She performed a half bow in her seat. “We will be thankful for anything you can muster.”

“Mother,” Harim cut in, “isn’t there are conflict going on in the east that has many of our troops tied up?”

“Yes—”

A retainer approached the table beside Kamarrah. “I apologize for interrupting, your majesty, but there is something that requires your immediate attention.”

“It appears I am needed. I’m sorry, princess Amelia. We will have to continue this conversation later.” The chair slid back without a sound, and Kamarrah stood. “I intend to hold up my side of things.”

Kamarrah nodded to Amelia and co before she turned to leave. She strode with grace and purpose, and Amelia had a hard time not following every sway of the queen’s body with her eyes. A sigh huffed out of Amelia. She would need to wait for an answer to her request. At least she had good food and company.

“If you’ll excuse me.” Harim’s seat scraped against the floor, and he hurried after his mother.

“I wonder if everything is all right,” Harper managed, staring at her half-empty plate.

Amelia focused her attention back on her friends. “Don’t worry about it, Harper. Let’s just enjoy ourselves while we’re here.” The rest of her meal called to her, and she dug in.

The servant bowed and left Amelia alone in front of the door to Kamarrah’s chamber. She adjusted her clothes, pulling the opening down to the top of her abdomen. Excitement danced down her limbs. No doubt the queen wanted more than just talk, or she wouldn’t have invited her so late in private. A smile tugged on Amelia’s lips.

Amelia entered. She cast her gaze about the giant room, finding a massive, canopied bed, chairs, a desk, several chests of drawers, countless paintings, and metalwork decorations, but not her hostess. A warm breeze ruffled her hair and dress. The door to the terrace sat propped open, and she stepped toward it.

“Ah, Amelia,” Kamarrah’s voice drifted in, light and airy. “Join me.”

The ten-by-ten balcony overlooked the moonlit lake to the east. Amelia drank in the beautiful view, but her eyes soon wandered. Kamarrah stood, wine glass in hand, on the far side. She wore her outfit from their dinner earlier. Amelia couldn’t help but lose herself in the exposed contours of the queen’s curvy body.

“I hope you like your wine sweet.” Kamarrah padded over to a small table with a bottle and empty glass. The alcohol poured easy, and she offered it to Amelia. “I apologize for cutting dinner short.”

“Oh, it’s all right. I understand the duties of a queen are demanding.” Amelia took a swig. Fruity flavor burst to life over her tongue, and she smiled.

Kamarrah’s lips curled. Her dress swished as she rested her elbows on the thick marble railing. “The rest of my evening is available. I would like to get to know the Heidenian ambassador better.”

Excitement sparked through Amelia, and her heart hammered in her chest. “I have nowhere else to be.” She swept up beside Kamarrah, staring out at the clear night sky.

“Splendid.” Kamarrah emptied her glass and cocked her head to the side. “How’s the wine?”

“Sweet. I reckon we’ll need more, though, if you have plans for us all evening.” Wine burned its way down Amelia’s throat, and she set the empty vessel aside.

Warmth spread from Amelia’s shoulder and hip as Kamarrah pressed up against her. “I’m glad I didn’t misinterpret any signals at dinner. I feared I might’ve been too forward.”

“Oh, no. A queen must be assertive.” Amelia leaned against Kamarrah and caught her gaze. “I like that.”

“It’s not every day a young, foreign thing like you comes by. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity.” Mere inches separated their faces.

Amelia licked her lips. “Well, you have me now. Should we drink some more or get to the fun part?”

Kamarrah twisted, grabbing Amelia’s right wrist and pulling her close. Soft, warm lips met Amelia’s, and she pressed back. The sweet flavor of wine flitted across her taste buds. Kamarrah wrapped Amelia in her arms, hands running all over her back. Quiet noises passed between them, and heat rose between Amelia’s legs.

The silky dress parted as Amelia let her hands wander. Fever-hot skin greeted her fingertips, and she stroked up and down Kamarrah’s bare thigh. The queen groaned, pressing herself against Amelia and slipping her tongue into her mouth. Amelia welcomed the intruder with a low moan and an eagerness to give as good as she got or better.

One of Kamarrah’s hands slipped down Amelia’s back and fondled her bottom. Amelia arched her back to allow her partner easier access to her plumpness. She wanted to hike up her skirt to feel skin-on-skin, but Kamarrah held her in place. The force behind Kamarrah’s kiss increased, and Amelia fell back against the railing.

Amelia puffed out her chest. Her nipples poked through thin fabric, rubbing up against Kamarrah’s ample breasts. The queen humphed against Amelia’s mouth and switched her position. She wrapped an arm around Amelia’s lower back as her other hand glided around her hip to her front. Gentle fingers drummed up her abdomen.

A gasp eked out of Amelia as Kamarrah groped her with nimble hands. Each squeeze sent a thrill down her spine, and she kissed back harder. Her left hand cupped a heavy breast. She scarcely managed to fit half in her hand, but she teased and squeezed without hesitation.

Kamarrah bucked her hips, sandwiching Amelia between her and the stone railing. The frisky hand abandoned Amelia’s tit. She whimpered her dissatisfaction, but her plea went unanswered. Fingers toyed with her shoulder strap. She slouched, and the silk slid, requiring only a slight bit of impatient prompting.

Air rushed into Amelia’s burning lungs. She opened her eyes. Lust burned in Kamarrah’s intense gaze. A shiver ran through Amelia, her dress falling aside to expose her breast. The queen’s eyes sank, and she leaned down.

Kamarrah cupped Amelia and planted several tender kisses across the sensitive flesh. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Her lips brushed Amelia’s stiff nipple.

“I’m honored.” Kamarrah’s lips parted and sucked part of Amelia’s breast into her mouth. A shudder wracked her body. “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Wet smacking noises filled Amelia’s ears while Kamarrah lavished her with kisses and hugs. “Oh, I don’t think you will.”

Teeth scraped Amelia’s nipple, drawing out a quivering moan. “You know just what to do to me.”

“Wait until I get you in my bed.” Kamarrah sucked hard, her tongue swirling, and pulled back with a loud pop.

Amelia squirmed against Kamarrah, unable to move. “I can’t wait. My body is yours.”

A satisfied noise reverberated in Kamarrah’s throat. “That’s what I like to hear. But first…”

Cooler air rushed in to replace Kamarrah’s warmth. She worked her hands up to Amelia’s shoulders and pushed. Amelia dropped to her knees before the queen, expectant. Kamarrah’s dress swished as she spread her legs. An elegant finger hooked the edge of her skirt and drew it aside.

Staring Amelia in the face, Kamarrah’s glistening pussy sent fire through her body. Folds splayed enough to show the light pink inside in contrast against Kamarrah’s surrounding dark skin. Her swollen clit protruded from the top, eager and waiting. A droplet of her arousal dripped to the floor.

Amelia licked her lips but stopped herself. She tore her eyes off the tasty treat, staring up at Kamarrah. “Not wearing any underwear is unbecoming of a queen, don’t you think?”

“I had to make sure I was ready to accommodate my guest.” Kamarrah’s muscles tensed, and she swayed. “I would rather die than leave such a beautiful young thing wanting.”

“Then, I guess I should show you how much I appreciate your dedication to such magnificent hospitality.” A slight musky scent filled Amelia’s nose as she inched forward.

Amelia lapped at Kamarrah’s womanhood. The slick folds parted as she went, and juices pooled in her mouth. A similar sweetness to the wine followed. She wiggled her tongue from side-to-side, spreading Kamarrah’s lips and getting a peek at more of her. Amelia thought to dive right in, but she continued upward.

Kamarrah shook and moaned. Amelia’s tongue ran over the queen’s bean before she gave it a couple of passionate kisses. She took it in and sucked. A hand clamped on the back of her head, forcing her chin to prod Kamarrah’s entrance. Fluid coated her, but she didn’t care. She was on a mission.

Amelia tugged on Kamarrah’s clit. A wet smack accompanied a gasp as it slipped from Amelia’s mouth and snapped back into place. She kissed the sensitive flesh in apology, glancing up. Kamarrah’s eyes closed tight. Amelia grinned and split Kamarrah’s gorgeous, and delicious, womanhood.

Soft, warm walls spread as Amelia penetrated Kamarrah. She probed as deep as she could, swirling around in slow circles. Fingers splayed and tightened in her hair. Kamarrah forced Amelia’s face to her crotch and cut off her air supply. She didn’t panic. Instead, she worked faster and nudged Kamarrah’s little button with her nose.

Moans seeped out of Kamarrah, and she began to tremble. Amelia continued her ministrations, lapping away. Her left hand slipped down to sate her own burning need. She withdrew and pulled back enough to suck in a quick breath before Kamarrah tried to smother her with her pussy again.

Amelia, giving her tongue a brief rest, planted frantic kisses up and down her partner. Lips popped in and out of her mouth as she sucked and teased. Kamarrah’s hips bucked and bashed her pelvic bone into Amelia’s nose. She couldn’t be mad. Uncontrolled movements revealed the pleasure she bestowed upon the queen.

“Oh, Amelia,” Kamarrah whispered between shaky gasps. “Your tongue, your mouth, your lips. Oh. Yes.”

Spurred on by Kamarrah’s enraptured words, Amelia dug back in. More tremors shook her partner’s body. Her fingers ran up and down her own womanhood, teasing herself with thoughts of having her efforts returned. She wanted to squeeze Kamarrah’s head between her thighs.

Squelches rose as Amelia’s fingers traced swift, careless circles around her needy clit. “Don’t worry, my dear,” Kamarrah breathed. “You take care of me; I’ll take care of you.”

Excitement escalated Amelia’s heartbeat, and more blood rushed down south. Despite the queen’s promise, she worked faster. She thrust, swirled, and flicked. Juices leaked out, running down her chin and spreading across her lips, cheeks, and nose. Kamarrah had to be close.

Moans filled the air—Amelia’s own mixing with Kamarrah’s into a lust-driven cacophony. Nothing else mattered in that moment to Amelia except for the woman standing before her. Breaths became thin and wispy, neither allowing more than necessary between outbursts of pleasure or the actions responsible.

Amelia withdrew and licked up to Kamarrah’s little button. She kissed and sucked the swollen nub. Her hands slipped around and gripped her partner’s thick backside. As she dipped down to resume her tongue-fucking, she pulled Kamarrah into her. Deeper she went, enjoying the tightening pressure engulfing her intrusion.

“Don’t stop,” Kamarrah cried, and she forced Amelia against her pussy. “I’m going to cum all over that pretty young face of yours.”

Pride and enthusiasm filled Amelia, and she focused. She bobbed her head up and down in a quick rhythm as her tongue caressed and penetrated, and her nose and chin rubbed. Her lungs burned. She could catch her breath later. Now, she had a queen to finish off.

Kamarrah quivered. Amelia dug her fingers into supple flesh and increased her pace. She glanced upward. The queen’s chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths. Her beautiful eyes were squeezed tight, her mouth agape. She held herself right on the cusp, and her willpower compelled Amelia to push her over the edge.

Wiggling, Amelia curled and flicked. A whimper escaped Kamarrah. She stood on her tiptoes while Amelia craned her neck to reach. The weight of Kamarrah’s writhing body rested on her and pinned her in place. However, her busy tongue had no issue continuing through such inconveniences.

Kamarrah screamed Amelia’s name and convulsed. Her entire body jerked, and her muscles contracted. Warm liquid squirted in pulsing bursts into Amelia’s mouth, the excess splattering out. She opened wide to catch as much as possible and stared up.

Half-lidded eyes met Amelia’s, and she smiled. Kamarrah’s fingers untangled from Amelia’s hair, and they both eased back to more comfortable positions. A heavy sigh seeped out of Kamarrah. More of her love juices leaked out, and Amelia lapped up the sweetness with glee. She grinned and wiped the mess from her cheek and chin.

“That was wonderful.” Kamarrah swayed as she took a deep breath. The lust in her eyes remained potent.

A mischievous smirk spread across Amelia’s face. “And that was just my mouth. Imagine what I can do with the rest.”

“I’m tempted to be a bit selfish and have you show me, but,” Kamarrah coaxed Amelia back to her unsteady feet, “I promised you a turn.”

“I don’t mind waiting…if I get to do whatever I want to your amazing body.” Amelia wrapped her arm around Kamarrah’s waist and pulled herself close. Oh, how she yearned to rip the queen’s dress off.

Desire burned in Kamarrah’s eyes as she stared at Amelia, eye-to-eye. “No, that won’t do. What kind of host would I be if I made my guest slave away without giving anything back?”

“If you insist.” Amelia ground against Kamarrah’s thigh. “I’m at your mercy.”

“Come.” Kamarrah took Amelia’s hand in hers and led her into the bedroom.

As they got inside, Kamarrah spun Amelia around in front of her and placed her hands on her hips. She walked her back toward the bed. Her soft lips enveloped Amelia’s, and the ache between her legs grew. Amelia kissed her partner back with equal, if not more, fervor. Hands ran all over each other’s bodies.

Something connected with Amelia’s calves, and they swayed to a stop. Kamarrah broke their kiss. A smile tugged at Amelia’s lips, and she flicked her eyes down to her exposed breast. The queen returned her smile before one of her fingers hooked the remaining strap. A gentle tug slipped it from Amelia’s shoulder.

Cool air rushed over Amelia’s skin as her dress dropped to the floor. The only thing left adoring her body were her panties—which wouldn’t be on for long—and the bits of jewelry. Kamarrah’s eyes drank in her naked pale skin, exploring every uncovered inch with unbridled lust.

Amelia twisted around to flash a peek of her firm backside. “See something you like?”

“Everything.” Kamarrah pounced and forced Amelia down on the bed.

Exhilaration stole Amelia’s breath. Their lips found one another’s again, frantic and wild. Kamarrah wiggled around on top of Amelia, fussing with her clothing. Hot skin melted against her. She pulled away for a moment to let the impeding article slide past before kissing Amelia harder.

Hard nipples poked Amelia’s chest. Kamarrah’s breasts engulfed hers as they pressed together in zealous passion. Amelia sucked in a sharp breath, soft, wet lips traveling down her neck. Each of Kamarrah’s kisses left a warm, damp spot. She suckled on a sensitive nipple as she went lower. Amelia shuddered and moaned, lost in the moment.

A hand took Kamarrah’s mouth’s place. Soon, her other hand cupped and groped the neglected tit. Amelia arched her back as her partner brushed and kissed across her abdomen. Hot breath tickled her waistline just above her underwear. She tried to rub her legs together for stimulation, but Kamarrah’s torso wedged itself between her thighs.

Amelia tilted her head up and stared down. Black and white skin met and stood in stark contrast to one another. Kamarrah’s eyes caught her gaze. She bit the band of Amelia’s panties. Her hands slid off Amelia’s breasts, down her abs, and to her inner thigh. Electricity tingled up her spine, and she couldn’t tear her eyes off Kamarrah’s.

A thick strand of arousal connected Amelia’s soaked underwear to her womanhood. It snapped as Kamarrah sank. Amelia shivered, joining the queen in nakedness. Kamarrah eased off the bed and teased the article down around Amelia’s ankles. She stood a moment later, victorious, Amelia’s panties in her mouth.

“That’s a good look,” Amelia said, struggling not to touch herself. “I’m glad I got to see it.”

A throaty chuckle bubbled out of Kamarrah, and she cast the underwear aside. “If it’s not too forward of me, I hope it’s not the last time I get to show you it.”

“Not at all. The forward part was inviting me to your chambers.” Amelia winked.

“I apologize.” The floor creaked while Kamarrah got down on her knees between Amelia’s legs. “Let me make it up to you.”

Amelia began to speak, but a shrill shriek came out. Kamarrah held nothing back. Her tongue wiggled its way inside Amelia, and she hefted her legs onto her shoulders. Pecks and smacks echoed in the room. Amelia squirmed under her partner’s ministrations, moaning and gasping for breath.

Her touching form earlier, combined with the excitement of eating Kamarrah out, drove Amelia to the edge. She attempted to reach down and grab her partner by the head, but she threw her head back and cried out. Two fingers spread her lower lips and pumped in and out of her needy pussy. Lips grazed her little button.

“Oh, Gods, you’re good at this,” Amelia huffed as the queen continued her probing and kissing. “I thought you had a husband.”

A smack sounded, and Kamarrah pulled back an inch from her treat. “We were open-minded and would bring back all sorts of partners to share before he passed. And since…I quite enjoy making pretty young things like you squirm.”

Straining, Amelia curled forward to meet Kamarrah eye-to-eye. She smiled. “I guess I should count myself lucky then.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. You’re in for a real treat, my dear.” Kamarrah grinned and leaned closer to Amelia’s womanhood.

Shivers of anticipation shuddered through Amelia. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned if this is nothing.”

“Be patient.” Kamarrah’s lips brushed sensitive flesh. “I promise to make it worthwhile.”

Words formed in Amelia’s mind, but they never reached her lips. A sharp gasp took their place as Kamarrah resumed making good on her promise. Amelia’s leg, spread wide, shook and bounced. Her fingers curled into the silky sheets. The queen’s tongue penetrated and flicked in all the right ways to make Amelia tick.

Throaty and muted, a moan seeped out of Amelia. The edge Kamarrah had left her on came up quick, threatening to see her tip over. A mere moment longer, and she would gush. Her partner increased her pace on cue. She didn’t try to hide her body’s reactions, but she was overjoyed that the queen proved so attentive.

Amelia gripped the bedding tight and squeezed Kamarrah between her legs, trying to hold off her inevitable climax as long as possible. “Keep going. I’m almost there.”

Kamarrah sucked on Amelia’s little button, eliciting a quivering yelp. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Nothing but the driving sensations each movement created was spared any attention. She moaned and squirmed as she slipped further into the depths of depravity.

Fingertips danced across Amelia’s thighs, backside, and up around her waist to her stomach. Muscles flexed, drawing her forward and allowing Kamarrah’s tongue to dive deeper. She couldn’t take any more. She tensed up, and her thinning breath fled in a rapturous gasp.

Amelia seized up for one agonizing moment before her pent-up excitement exploded out. Her back arched and tingles spread out from her core, rippling down her extremities. The world shrank around her—nothing but pleasure existed. She collapsed and melted against the damp sheets.

Several light kisses along her inner thigh caught Amelia’s floundering awareness. She rolled her head to the side, and every muscle in her body went slack. Kamarrah’s sensual brown eyes peeked over pale flesh. A smile slipped onto Amelia’s face as an aftershock ran through her. Kamarrah knew just what to do to set her off, and the night was still young.

“You are adorable when you cum, my dear,” Kamarrah said, resting her warm, slick chin on Amelia’s pelvis.

Amelia shivered with excitement. “I can’t help it; you’re very skilled.”

“I’ll have to show you just how skilled I am.” The bed shifted as Kamarrah planted her knees on the edge. A mischievous grin spread across her features, and she ran a gentle, teasing finger up along Amelia’s shin, knee, and between her legs. “Have any of your previous partners been proficient in magic?”

“None.” Amelia’s breath caught in her throat—her mind running wild with possibilities.

Kamarrah leaned against Amelia until little more than an inch separated their faces. “Tonight is going to be fun.”