My Forbidden First: Tasting the Pregnant Queen’s Sweet Urine and Fucking Her Raw
In the shadowed royal bedroom of Tuor, my private locker snaps open. Heart pounding, adrenaline surges. I’ve guarded this forever. Now, I spill it raw for you. That day, master mage and I rush to the queen. She’s huge with child, skin pale as death. Urine test first. She pisses in the golden pot. Master dips wooden spoon, tastes. Sweet syrup. My turn. Tongue hits warm stream. Thick honey coats my mouth. Master’s eyes gleam. ‘No more sweets,’ he says. We brew rakytnik berries, bitter tang, ginger spice. Colors return to her cheeks.
Next day, back. Urine again. I taste. Sugar gone. New flavor blooms—musky, aroused. Master probes her belly. Fingers circle swollen clit. It hardens like a pearl. He sniffs. ‘Heat,’ he growls. ‘Lick her nectar, boy. For science.’ Queen nods, legs spread wide on silk sheets. Her pregnant belly towers. Pussy lips glisten, puffy, inviting. I kneel. Tongue dives in. Salty-sweet flood hits. She squirts hard, drenching my face. Cyprine rivers down my chin. I lap furiously. Clit throbs under flicks. Her moans echo off stone walls. Hips buck. Juices smear my lips, nose. Pure addiction.
Opening the Vault: The Urge Unleashed
‘Enough tease,’ she gasps. ‘My knot aches deep. Untie it.’ Master grins. ‘Guizet, strip. Show your tool.’ Blushing fire, I drop trousers. Cock springs free—thick, veined, untouched virgin meat. Queen’s eyes widen. ‘Fresh for me? Perfect.’ Master offers rear entry first. But she craves front. I climb. Her hand guides my pulsing head to slick folds. One thrust—velvet heat engulfs. Tight, rippling walls milk me. Pregnant pussy grips like vice. I pound slow, deep. Balls slap wet flesh. She claws my back. ‘Harder, boy! Pierce the knot!’ Sweat drips. Her massive tits bounce. Nipples dark, leaking first milk drops. I suck one—sweet cream bursts.
Sealing the Secret: Blissful Afterglow
Master joins. Fingers her ass while I rut. Double assault. She screams ecstasy. Pussy spasms, floods my shaft. I hold, edging. Flip her doggy—belly hangs safe. Slam from behind. Cockhead batters cervix. Her asshole winks. Master slides in there, lubed by her gush. We sync—double stuffed. Queen quakes, multi-orgasming. Walls convulse. I erupt. Hot ropes paint her womb. Pull out—cum drools from stretched hole. Master unloads in ass. She collapses, sated. Knot gone. Glows radiant.
We dress, legs shaky. Queen kisses deep, tongue swirling our mingled tastes. ‘Return soon.’ Tarns wait outside. We fly out at dawn, cocks sore, minds reeling. Secret sealed back in locker. Lightness floods me. Adrenaline fades to bliss. Yours now too. Exclusive rush shared.
