RATED M FOR SMUT
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King Negan moved back over to the plush silk-covered couches that sat in the very centre of the room, settling him down upon the nearest one with a hiss.
But to his surprise the queen did not re-take her seat opposite him, but instead, came to sit beside him, her long golden gown trailing its away across the floor before the pair of them.
From here she truly looked like a beauty that no other could ever rival. Her skin glowed, her collarbone and temples golden from the sun, looking so unlike the weather-worn women that resided in his kingdom.
He wondered if it was indeed true that she bathed in milk and rose petals every morning, and Negan bit back the urge to ask, re-adjusting his legs against the seat beneath him a little uncomfortably, as he tried not to picture her slender body reclining naked in a golden tub.
She turned to him now, goblet clutched between her hands, and feeling something missing within his own, the king picked up his own cup from the table and took a swig of the delicious red wine before placing it down once more.
"You were right about it being good wine," he commented trying to break through the silence of the moment, causing the queen to smile happily.
"You like it?" she asked, looking like he had made her day. "Then I will make sure you are sent a barrel of it, dear King."
Negan smiled at her. Noting that she was indeed worth all the tales told about her…her grace…her beauty…her kindness…it was all there, evident in the way she held herself, smiling and dipping her chin as he spoke, a pink flush appearing at the very tops of her cheeks.
"And what would you like in return, your Majesty," he asked with a grin. "We are here to discuss trade between our two nations, are we not?"
The queen, pursed her lips narrowing her eyes at him a little amusedly, before nodding.
"Indeed we are," she purred, blinking her long eyelashes up at him.
She felt close now…closer that the King had ever been to any other royalty that did not come from his family before.
And it was in that moment, that King Negan knew, that all he wanted was her.
No trade really needed to be discussed now….for she was all that the king could think about in this warm and hazy room.
"Although I thought conditions of our truce and our accords should be discussed first," she said gently, leaning over the king now to place down her cup.
In doing so, her heaving breasts drifted past his face and the mouth-watering smell of peaches filled his nostrils.
He gave a sudden grunt, a gulp sliding its way down his throat as he tried at once to right himself, but the queen pulled back, her green, sparkling eyes on his, a smile dancing its way across her painted lips.
"An alliance between our two nations perhaps…" she continued with a knowing whisper, everything seeming to go quiet in the room, the only sound now being the crackling of the fire behind them.
The king at once felt his cock stiffen inside his pants, but barely wanting to move to readjust himself, the king lifted his chin, exposing his beaded throat as he eyed her.
He reached a hand out as she hovered over him now, coming to rest it against the small of her waist, covered by her jewel-encrusted bodice.
"An alliance could be possible under the right circumstances, my Queen…" he growled out needily, breathing her in and biting down hard onto his lip as he did so, giving a groan of want as she moved a little closer. "A special kind of relationship between our two kingdoms would need to be formed first, however….agreements made….promises kept."
He watched now as the queen gave a slow nod and then, without any warning, she lifted her flowing skirts and moved herself onto her knees, coming to straddle his lap, settling herself down on top of him.
This was marvelously uncustomary for anyone to do to a King. But they were equals here, and there was no way in hell he was about to stop her anyway…
King Negan gave a another grunt of want, both hands moving to her waist now as he bucked his hips slightly up into her, eliciting a small moan from the queen's gorgeous lips.
This certainly wasn't how he had expected this day to go, but yet here and now, the king could not think of anything he wanted more…
He gazed up at her with a look of utter awe, as her hands slid to each of his shoulders.
"…a union of mutual benefit to both of us then I suppose?" the beautiful queen purred back, leaning her mouth into his.
And the king could only nod as he felt her grind her hips into his.
She was a fox, cunning and wily and just oh-so beautiful…
And before the king could do anything to stop himself he had lifted his mouth to hers, taking her in an open mouthed kiss.
Lord, she tasted like nectar and the king could not help the groan that escaped between his lips as their mouths met again and again, wet tongues flicking against one another.
This was no alliance now, for right now at this very second if she so wished, Negan would bend his knee to her every will.
She was light and power, and she kissed him far better than any of the best whores in his land ever had, with tongues battling for dominance, teeth grazing across lips as each of them huffed out hot breaths and grunts into each others mouths.
There was a second or two, a mere pinprick of a moment, when this alone, was enough for the pair of them, but with two pairs of desperate hands fumbling beneath the layers of the queen's gown, Blake lifted herself a little, pulling back for a second from the king's lips and staring at him with need within her gaze…
…and it was only a moment after that, that with a audible gasp escaping her lips, the queen lowered herself down onto the king's hard and throbbing cock.
The king let his head fall back against the back of the couch at the sensation, a gulp sliding up and down his throat.
Fuck she felt good, and even from here, with his view of the region between her legs obscured by the layers of fabric of her dress, he could feel her juices glazing his cock as she pulled herself up a little, before sliding back down onto him.
The queen gave a soft moan of pleasure, as the king tightened his grip on her waist, her bouncing up and down onto of him, becoming more urgent.
From here he could see her bountiful breasts rising and falling, spilling from her tight dress.
And so unable to help himself anymore Negan leant forwards, his lips latching onto her slender throat, peppering open-mouthed, hot kisses to her collarbone, causing her to gasp, her fingers tightening around his broad shoulders.
"Oh…my Queen…" he managed to huff out onto her pulse point, as their hips moved together, him holding her in place and thrusting up into her hard, as she leaned her head back, her eyes closing in pleasure, turned towards the ceiling.
If this was heaven, then let Negan be slain right now, for this was all he ever wanted for the rest of his days.
There was a moment where, opened-mouthed, Queen Blake lifted her hands to the nape of the king's dark hair, her face moving back to his as their eyes met, both black now and filled with utter lust for one another.
She rode him well, like a prize mare, and soon enough their lips were on each other's again as they crashed together, each bucking wildly against the other…
…both so caught up in the moment, that it was not only Negan that elicited a growl from his lips when there came a sudden knock on the door behind them.
"My King….m-my Queen….the council awaits you…." came a small voice.
But neither of their eyes moved from the other, Negan merely tilting his head back to shout at the damn person responsible…
"The Queen and I are in the midst of our discussions and are NOT to be disturbed," he yelled angrily, slamming his hips into the queen's teasingly and letting out a small grunt, as Blake's eyes rolled back in her head, her lips parting as she attempting to muffle a cry.
But the king really wasn't far behind, his breaths becoming ragged as he stared up at her, like a goddess on his lap..
A goddess who was clinging on by shred….and seeing her give a moan, coming undone, the king couldn't help himself either, unloading himself inside her, as the pair of them collapsed into one another, riding their euphoric high as one…
It must have been at least a minute later before the two royals caught their breaths and the Queen pulled back with a satisfied purr and stared the King directly in the eyes, a sirk playing at her lips.
"A union of mutual benefit, indeed…" she whispered, as the King grinned back at her fondly, just as their came another knock on the door.
"Please, your majesties, I must insist-" came a voice from the other side of the door again, as the King gave an huff of irritation, and, with a pat the queen moved off of him, getting to her feet and smoothing down her long flowing dress.
The King did up the button's on his trousers and got to his feet as well, moving towards the door, flashing the Queen one last look as he did so.
But she made a noise, stopping him in his tracks, glancing over towards him with a laugh, just before he could haul open the door.
And with a smile she lifted her hand, wiping away some of the pink lip paint that had rubbed off of her lips onto his.
The King grinned back at her again, stifling his own laugh before he leaned in towards her, his lips finding her ear and grazing on against the delicate skin there with his teeth before speaking.
"Don't worry, my Queen," he said in a charming voice, eliciting a giggle from the Blake's lips. "We'll just blame it on the wine."
