Getting Some Behind The King's Back
Written by EroticWriter / Jan 6, 2011
Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with voluptuous breasts. Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason. He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.
One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the physician, the King's chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 100 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme. The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed.
Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio took advantage of the opportunity to examine her breasts. He fingered here, probed there. He gave them a few squeezes 'to see if they were swollen'.
Finally, after several minutes, he informed the King and Queen that it appeared to be an "external ailment" and that only special saliva, if applied for two hours, would cure this type of itch. When the King impatiently asked where he could obtain this saliva, Horatio replied that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick the Dragon Slayer would work as the antidote to cure the itch.
The King quickly summoned Nick. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he was to put into his mouth. Nick was ushered into the Queen's private chambers, and the queen wasted no time baring her beauties for Nick to work on. Hurry, she told him, for I have an inch that must be satisfied.
Nick could not believe his eyes as he stared at those breasts, larger and finer than he could have conceived. He began his work, and for the next hour, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts. He missed not a millimeter of those milky colored globes, working from the nipples down to her ribcage and up again.
After one hour, the Queen's itching had for the most part been relieved, but she said nothing. The itch on her breasts had been soothed, but she had begun feeling another itch that needed scratching. She guided one of his hands under her petticoats, of which there were many. She was wearing nothing that would obstruct his explorations of her womanhood.
As he explored and then probed, her hand did some roaming as well. She found what felt like a goodly portion of manhood judging by the thickness of the bulge under his trousers. He guided her hand to the opening. He was larger, noticeably so, than the good king. She squeezed and he probed.
Unfortunately for both of them the King had stationed a handmaiden nearby. She was supposedly there to serve their needs if they had any requests, but both the Queen and Nick knew that she was also there to keep a watch on things. She was seated across the room, and a thin curtain that could be seen through was between them and her. They had some privacy, but not enough.
Nick could not lie on the Queen with his body, and the maiden would be able to see if he were to place his head lower upon her body and sooth her other itch with his lips and saliva. So the Queen kept Nick busy on her breasts, and unseen by the maiden, one of his hands could do the work below.
After several minutes Nick blasted a load into his trousers. The Queen could feel him throbbing under her fingers. She continued to hold him there and soon she could feel the stickiness of his release soaking through his trousers and onto her fingers.
Unable to resist, she brought her fingers to her lips and tested the taste. That done she placed all four fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry.
She kept Nick busy satisfying her new itch. He would relieve it with a finger, sometimes two, and then the itch would start up anew as he continued to sooth her breasts. The cycle continued, start and itch, satisfy it, until the second hour came to an end. The Queen was satisfied and Nick left satisfied and was hailed as a hero.
Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 100 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied Nick couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, with a laugh he told the doctor to get lost.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Nick.
The moral of the story - Pay your doctor bills.
Written by EroticWriter / Jan 6, 2011
Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with voluptuous breasts. Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason. He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.
One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the physician, the King's chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 100 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme. The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed.
Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio took advantage of the opportunity to examine her breasts. He fingered here, probed there. He gave them a few squeezes 'to see if they were swollen'.
Finally, after several minutes, he informed the King and Queen that it appeared to be an "external ailment" and that only special saliva, if applied for two hours, would cure this type of itch. When the King impatiently asked where he could obtain this saliva, Horatio replied that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick the Dragon Slayer would work as the antidote to cure the itch.
The King quickly summoned Nick. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he was to put into his mouth. Nick was ushered into the Queen's private chambers, and the queen wasted no time baring her beauties for Nick to work on. Hurry, she told him, for I have an inch that must be satisfied.
Nick could not believe his eyes as he stared at those breasts, larger and finer than he could have conceived. He began his work, and for the next hour, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts. He missed not a millimeter of those milky colored globes, working from the nipples down to her ribcage and up again.
After one hour, the Queen's itching had for the most part been relieved, but she said nothing. The itch on her breasts had been soothed, but she had begun feeling another itch that needed scratching. She guided one of his hands under her petticoats, of which there were many. She was wearing nothing that would obstruct his explorations of her womanhood.
As he explored and then probed, her hand did some roaming as well. She found what felt like a goodly portion of manhood judging by the thickness of the bulge under his trousers. He guided her hand to the opening. He was larger, noticeably so, than the good king. She squeezed and he probed.
Unfortunately for both of them the King had stationed a handmaiden nearby. She was supposedly there to serve their needs if they had any requests, but both the Queen and Nick knew that she was also there to keep a watch on things. She was seated across the room, and a thin curtain that could be seen through was between them and her. They had some privacy, but not enough.
Nick could not lie on the Queen with his body, and the maiden would be able to see if he were to place his head lower upon her body and sooth her other itch with his lips and saliva. So the Queen kept Nick busy on her breasts, and unseen by the maiden, one of his hands could do the work below.
After several minutes Nick blasted a load into his trousers. The Queen could feel him throbbing under her fingers. She continued to hold him there and soon she could feel the stickiness of his release soaking through his trousers and onto her fingers.
Unable to resist, she brought her fingers to her lips and tested the taste. That done she placed all four fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry.
She kept Nick busy satisfying her new itch. He would relieve it with a finger, sometimes two, and then the itch would start up anew as he continued to sooth her breasts. The cycle continued, start and itch, satisfy it, until the second hour came to an end. The Queen was satisfied and Nick left satisfied and was hailed as a hero.
Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 100 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied Nick couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, with a laugh he told the doctor to get lost.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Nick.
The moral of the story - Pay your doctor bills.
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