A/N: Reader Beware! Stop here if you can not handle strong FMF material. You have been warned. I watched 50 Shades of Grey before writing this and needed a way to vent my frustration from such a bad movie.

The Reef's Treasure

Chapter 17 –

The Reef's Treasure

Unsure of what I had just heard, I released my grip and moved to her side. "Do you mind repeating that?"

Sounding rather disappointed, the breathtaking Queen slowly pushed herself off the mattress. "I do hate repeating my self but since I have already wasted too much valuable time on you, I said…" She purposely raked her fingers through her platinum mop and conveyed, "Guardian, I have an impossible job of ruling this station and its occupants at all times. I am constantly surrounded by bowing, ass kissing servants."

Pouring herself a rather large glass of wine, the Awoken Queen huffed, "Once in a while, I would like to be the one not in control of every damn thing." Shooting me a sideways glance she continued, "I pegged you as being rather clever when we first meet. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I could barely believe my ears. Had one of the most powerful people in the Universe just ask me to take her like a little bitch? Before my mind could wander any further the formidable royal interrupted me. "Are you capable of such a task or do I have to choke you again?"

My hand instantly reached for my throat.. "No ma'am. You don't need to do that." Well no one ever said we guardians weren't here to please.

Wrapped up in the moment, my eyes devoured her voluptuous body as hungrily as she had her wine. No longer did the glass to leave her lips before was I there to replace it. Feeling brave I leaned in and to my surprise she pulled back from the implied romantic kiss that was about to follow. Being a fast thinker, I did not allow her to retreat and instead I reached across her thigh and withdrew her personal Shasdaka. I could see it in her crystal colored eyes no one had ever dared reached for her royal dagger before.

Not allowing her to process the unforgivable infraction, I quickly pressed the twelve inch blade against her sternum. Confused about what was about to happen next, I tactfully slid the dagger between her skin and her armor. It was easy enough to break the invisible suction that held her armor in place; just like mine had been. I could feel the defiance swelling within her despite the fact that she said she wanted to be taken and based on her reaction she was going to let it go without a fight.

As I carefully peeled off the top layer of her armor with the tip of her own knife, I swore I heard the woman growl at me but I stayed diligent. Being so close to the white haired demon, I felt her arm rise up to object.

Halting its progress I wedged myself between the arm and her chest. With my free hand I reached behind her and grabbed a fist full of white hair. If this wasn't what the Queen wanted after all, and death was certain, oh this was certainly the way to go.

Now that our bodies were pressed together to tightly, I could feel her heart racing and her breathes shorten with a rising fury. Still defiant, that was pretty scary honestly, she peered at me from the corner of her eye as I peeled open her entire neckline.

"Are you aware of the imminent danger you are facing guardian?"

Swallowing hard, I thought but not too long, as the Queen already demonstrated that she did not liked to be second guessed. Pressing the flat edge against her collar bone, I replied, "I'm not even close to being done yet."

Hoping that would halt any further protest, I continued my gluttonous event of undressing the sultry leader.

Only inches from my face, I watched as her chest radically rose and fell as the steel blade made quick work removing the rest of her chest armor. When the hard metal crashed to the floor I used my tool to trace her windpipe down to her sternum. "Now about this pink thing."

The pink thing I was referring to was an under layer for her armor. Two pieces stretched down her arms like sultry gloves. The largest piece was hidden partially by her breastplate. But once that was gone, it was easy to see the fuchsia garment barely encompassing her plump breasts. Holding the elaborate fabric in place were two thin straps that reached over her shoulders.

Still maintaining control of the back of her head, it was almost too easy not to resist as I slid the steel blade under one of the straps. Eying her voluptuous breasts, I mused, "This should come off rather easily."

"Don't you dare" spat at me. "You fool. This was hand spun by the finest spindle makers in the universe. It traveled several light years just to get here."

I searched her eyes for any sign of seriousness or was she still playing the game? Damn I hope I'm not wrong. "Well you better order a new one" I returned without a speck of remorse. My next action was a swift flick of my wrist and the fabric shredded. Still controlling her head, I forced her to remain still while I sliced through the other strap as well. It felt like an eternity before the material slid down and exposed the blue breasts.

On… my… fucking… ghost. Her breasts were perfect. The color of her skin did not differentiate around the handful sized mounds and they were as flawless as everything else about the Awoken Queen. Practically drooling, I stared at her erect nipples. The turned upward points seemed to magically hypnotize me. As she stood proudly, I felt my knees want to buckle. It was apparent she was accustomed to seeing such beauty, but I had never seen anything as tantalizing as her before.

Feeling my hear pound inside my head, I was suddenly unable to resist any longer and my mouth hungrily attacked the lovely blue circles with great vigor. I vaguely remember her moaning but more importantly I remembered her pressing into me as I indulged. Releasing her head, I used both hands to massage my new best friends. Thoroughly enjoying the attention the White Queen wrapped her long legs around me equally as hungry. It felt like her body practically begged me, take me now.

Testing my will one more time, the confident ruler scowled at me like one of her disciples. "You can not treat me this way. I will have your head on a stake as a trophy for this."

Instantly I pondered, "Before or after I fuck your brains out?"

Equally defiant, I reached up and grabbed the back of her head once more. With her neckline exposed, I answered, "For once, we are going to do things my way."

Her royal highness mockingly fidgeted until she realized I was not going to let go. A few seconds past before she finally conceded, then I added, "Besides, the way I heard it – the Queen herself is the Reef's greatest treasure." Nipping at her jawline I revealed, "… and I intend to indulge on every inch of it tonight."