Yeah for Romancing the Kink! I love crawling :D.
I'd had another thought for this Dungeon Crawl, but this has been bugging me. The Queen and Vala has been talking at me about The Queen's birthday and him growing a beard. I hope you enjoy! :) Sometimes what shows up in BDSM erotica/erotic romance, is all about hot sex and over-the-top BDSM activities. I wanted to show submissives/switches caring for their dominant.
And The Queen did need a birthday cake :D
"Happy birthday, my Queen." Vala smiled up at The Queen from where she knelt between his legs.
"Thanks, my baby girl. And why does it look like my sweet slaves have something planned for me?" The Queen grinned as his gaze moved over Vala, Simon, Bandele, Soma, and Eoin. Six is a decent orgy.
"We just brought you breakfast in bed, my Queen." Simon wiggled his fingers along The Queen's jaw, his fingertips disappearing amongst the wonderfully coarse beard covering his beloved Master's face. He pressed an adoring kiss to the skin just above the line of hair. "Happy birthday, my Queen."
"Lay down with me. I am sure these four are skilled enough at serving that you can relax." The Queen pulled Simon down his bed and against his side. "So whose idea was this?" He teased Simon's neck with swipes of his beard.
Simon groaned, his body from ass to heels pushing down into The Queen's bed. "Ah—"
"Oh!" The Queen grinned. "I forgot how much my beard teases you. Was it good of me to grow it out?"
"Yes, my Queen." Simon panted for a moment, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. "Bandele and Vala came up with the idea."
"I argued that maybe we shouldn't do candles though, my Queen." Vala giggled as she placed a bed tray over The Queen's legs.
The Queen chuckled. "I think I am doing fairly well for forty-four." Will that make any of them anxious? "I still turn you all on, don't I?" He held in further laughter as a charming sprinkling of red decorated Eoin's pale cheeks. "I know I turn you on, boy."
"Yes, always, my Queen." Eoin leaned against The Queen's stroking hand, his expression tense with building lust.
"So, a gift of un-commanded service?" The Queen arched an eyebrow as busy slave hands set a plate, silverware, his favorite large blood red coffee cup, and a small drinking glass in front of him. "Anything more planned?"
"Maybe, my Queen." Vala returned The Queen's grin as she shimmied her hips in his direction.
The Queen caught Vala's hand and forced her to stillness. "Tease."
"Only until you make me do something about it, my Queen." Vala leaned over to trace The Queen's fingers with the tip of her tongue, slowly moving from one finger to the next.
"Did you think this all up thinking on your birthday next week?" And how I will spoil my adorable baby girl? The smell of crispy bacon rose to The Queen's nose before he looked down to see a beautiful hash slipping onto his plate from Soma's serving spoon.
"But yes, we've planned some fun things for this afternoon, my Queen," Simon murmured as he prepared The Queen's coffee, his gaze moving between pouring sugar, creamer, coffee and The Queen's face. "Prince Synn is bringing his family. His and Sorcha's twins are looking forward to seeing Erik. We have cake and ice cream, a few flavors of each."
"Red velvet?" Yes, I did just sound like a six-year-old.
"Yes, I made sure to make one of them red velvet, my Queen."
"Bandele, massage my legs as I eat," The Queen ordered.
"Yes, my Queen," Bandele practically chirped as he moved to the end of the bed.
"What of the rest of the stable? Of what of you? Have any of you had breakfast? And where is Erik this morning that you are all naked?"
Soma giggled. "So many questions, my Queen."
I love her bit of confidence now. "And my questions deserve answers, yes?"
Soma chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "I made the five of us breakfast while the others saw to yours, my Queen."
"And we told everyone else we hoped casual breakfast was good since we were bringing you breakfast, my Queen." Bandele paused with his large black hands moving up The Queen's leg, stopping just above the knee.
"Hoped? I love the word choice, my boy." The Queen took a big bit of the hash, enjoying each ingredient as the flavors mingled on his tongue. "I hope to shortly enjoy your gorgeous bodies."
Bandele leaned over to press his cheek against The Queen's calf. "I think we should all like to help you enjoy that, my Queen."
I wonder if this is what Audrey pictured for me when she named me The Queen. He adjusted his hips beneath the tray, his cock taking more interest in the naked slave flesh around him.