She opened her palm and started rolling my penis just like we roll the wooden stick while making chapattis. I once again went for her lips and started...kissing her passionately. I removed my shirt and then I removed her nighty from top. She was in a white colour slip. And was not wearing any bra inside. With my right hand I cupped her left boob and pressed it gently and she let out a small moan, biting her lower lip.She then helped me in removing my night track. I was now in my underwear and she. As if Queen Athirmi was so powerful, she didn’t need to hide behind a wall of brawny men like some of the princesses did. All of these gathered were daughters, nieces, sisters, aunts, or cousins of the queen. They were all vying to take the throne for themselves, murdering rivals above them, even their own mothers, to gain the throne.They were a depraved race. I hated being here.“Welcome, welcome,” Queen Athirmi purred to my sister and me, motioning to the two seats that were beside her throne.. I finally reach the core of your womanhood and place my fingers in you. You gasp as my fingers penetrate you. I feel your legs tighten around my hand. I gently feel around with my thumb, find your clit, and start to massage it. You writhe in my grasp, gasping and moaning, biting your lip. I kiss the lip you have bitten and slowly start to pump my fingers in you. You gasp for air again, and I start to work my finger into a rhythm in and out, in and out, every thrust meeting with your breath. No. Melvin and one of the kitchen maids brought in the soup course. Father and Isa were at the head and foot of the table as usual, while the visitor had the place of honor to Father’s right.After the soup had been served, the man stood up. “If you don’t mind, cousin?”“By all means,” Father said.The man clasped his hands together and bowed over the table. “I would like to dedicate this meal to the glory of Pallisur.” He sat back down as everyone else bowed their heads forward briefly, completing.