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"I don't trust her, Rorke."

"I know you don't, but this will be a quick visit. I promise, love. We'll be in and out."

Satisfied by the deep timbre of his voice and confirmation that this will be a short visit, I nod and squeeze his hand. We are permitted entry to the royal throne room by two guards.

The Elven castle is spectacular, I'll give her that. Queen Elektra of the elves is very fond of luxury and grandeur. There tapestries woven with golden silk, polished chrome suits of armour and precious gemstones adorning the chandeliers, refracting the light and sending mini-rainbows across every hallway and room.

We approach the throne but find it empty. The room to one side has a door that is slightly ajar. I tug on Rorke's hand and pull him towards it. In his human form, my love is nearly fully blind. He relies on me to guide his way. It is a different story when he shifts, though. He becomes a ruthless hunter that sends every a slight shiver of fear through me, which I know is irrational because he would never harm me.

Even blind, he is a force to be reckoned with. His other senses are heightened, not to mention his height and sheer size is intimidating.

I peek through the partially open door and my mouth drops open at what I see. Elektra, queen of the elves, is sitting on her desk. Her blue dress is hiked up to her waist and there is a man knelt between her legs, eating her out like his life depends on it. Her legs are spread wide, she is leaning back on one hand and the other has a tight grip on his hair.

Her silver eyes meet mine and she winks.

"I'll...be...there in one minute," she says breathily. "I'm just finishing up here. Fuck, faster, right there, yes!"

I slam the door shut and cover my face with my hands. Rorke immediately puts his arm around me, alarmed by the slamming of the door.

"A man is eating Elektra out whilst she sits on her desk," I hiss to him as I move him away from the door so she cannot hear us.

He chuckles and holds me tighter against his side. We stand in front of the throne and wait for her to...finish. Rorke finds the whole thing hilarious, I feel really uncomfortable.

"She's known for her sexual appetite," he says, amusement in his tone.

"Really? This is normal for her? Getting oral before a meeting?"

Rorke nods. "I've heard that, during long meetings or ceremonies, she pencils in time for sexual release. When you sign up to be her guard, you have to state whether you're willing to be her lover, too."

This woman...what a life she is living.

Rorke seems to sense my dirty thoughts because he kisses the top of my head and murmurs into my hair, "Don't get any ideas."

A loud cry and then a long moan interrupts our moment. Rorke tenses up next to me. I feel his chest vibrate with quiet laughter. I'm glad he finds it funny and not arousing.

The door suddenly opens and a flushed queen emerges. She has fixed her dress and smoothed down her hair. Other than the pink tinge to her cheeks and bright sparkle in her eyes, you wouldn't know that she just orgasmed loudly in her office.

"Sorry about that," she says breathily.

Her dress swishes around her legs as she strides up to the throne and takes a seat. She sits with her legs to one side and her hands rested on her lap, like a true royal. Elektra gives us a friendly smile.

"What can I help you with today?"

Rorke proceeds to tell her of our problem with the Vagus. They are becoming more and more of a problem, climbing the mountain and crossing onto Rorke's territory. He has slaughtered a few, but he fears for my safety and doesn't want to spend his nights on patrol.

He knows that the elven queen has had some bad experiences with the Vagus in the past and is hoping she is willing to help.

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I leave the throne room feeling satisfied. Rorke may be a blind brute, but has a brain, I'll give him that. His beautiful mate only does him favours, too. They make a cute couple.

Elves can choose whether to take partners or not. We don't have soulmates or fated ones or any of that. We have total autonomy over our lives, both how we live them and who we choose to spend them with.

As adorable as Rorke and his mate are, I have no desire to form the kind of companionship they have. I am happy being carefree. I have enough responsibilities being queen as it is, the last thing I want is a man to please at the end of the day. Most of them will only want my title and my crown, too.

No, it's much easier to have a relaxed life with my guards. The five royal guards provide excellent service for me, and they seem to enjoy their roles very much.

Krestaff, the guard who gave me that incredible head earlier, has booked the evening off, leaving him out of the picture. I go to my chambers and lay on my bed, wondering which guard I will send for tonight.

I have a large sexual appetite and it takes all of my guards on rotation to satisfy me. I've considered having more than one at the same time, but I want all focus on me and I worry that they may get distracted with each other. At the least, they might feel self-conscious and not do as good a job.

After eating my evening meal, I send for Linton to come to my room. I'm soaking in the tub when he arrives. I call out for him to come in and he moves through my bedroom, into the en suite. His eyes darken at the sight of me soaking in the tub.

"Join me?" I offer, giving him my most tempting eyes.

He strips out of his uniform without a moment's hesitation. This is what I love about Linton, he tries to play it cool and act like he is unfazed, but occasionally, his excitement gives him away. I admire his lean but muscular body as he strips naked.

His cock, semi-hard, hangs between his legs. It swings and bobs as he approaches the tub, tempting me. Carefully, he lifts one powerful thigh and steps his left leg into the tub. As he goes to step in fully and lifts up his right leg, I grasp his cock.

The action makes him jump, as I hoped it would, and he stumbles. He falls into the tub, making water slosh over the sides onto the tiles. I laugh at his clumsiness and his cheeks turn a light pink. It was cruel of me, I know, but I couldn't resist.

I make it up to him by sliding over to his side and sitting between his open legs. Under the water, I stroke his big cock, feeling it get harder with each stroke. He leans back against the tub and rests his head on the rim. At this angle, I am taller than him and look down on him with dominance. I love the power trip.

I move my hand faster and faster until I feel him pulse and twitch under my grip. I stop instantly and he lets out a quiet noise of protest. I pull the plug and let some water out of the tub. When the water level has lowered significantly, I sit astride his lap. Knowing what I want, Linton helps me impale myself on his cock.

I take every inch of him and moan at the delicious burn of being stretched. I place my hands on his shoulders and take control of the pace. I ride him exactly how I want to at the speed which helps me build my own orgasm.

"Touch me," I all but demand in a breathy voice.

Linton is always eager to please. He pinches my nipple with one hand and moves the other under the water. He rubs my clit in small circles under the water, moving in time with my hips. I rock faster, chasing my own climax.

He groans and closes his eyes. I grab his jaw and his eyes instantly open to look at me.

"Don't you dare cum till I've already cum," I order him sternly.

He swallows hard, looking at me with anxious, wide eyes. He nods quickly and mumbles, "Yes, my queen."

Satisfied, I release his jaw and go back to gripping his shoulders. I lift and lower myself faster and faster, his thumb works harder on my clit and I can feel my orgasm impending. I throw my head back and moan as the pleasure overwhelms me.

"Oh, fuck...yes, just like that...ohhh," the words fall from my mouth in a tumble. In the midst of my pleasure, I manage to think of him. "Cum, you can cum now."

With my permission, he grunts and buries his face in my breasts. He sucks and kisses them as he mumbles my name over and over like a prayer. Only during sex is he allowed to call me Elektra and not address me with my royal title.

Satisfied, I stand up from the water and wrap a towel around myself. I check my reflection and start to dry my body. I can feel Linton's eyes on me and I give him a coy smile. He has a dazed look on his face as he sits pathetically in the tub.

"You can go now."

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