18+ warning for sexual content

Mirror Voice Throne 

Genevieve strode through the hall on her way to the throne room. The king was having company today, and he demanded that the throne be sparkling. Genevieve swore that he was the most concieted man that she had ever met. She had come to work for him a few years ago after a falling on rough times and had since come to regret it. When the previous king had died and Tristan had taken his place his first action as the new king was to have the throne room remodelled. He had had mirrors set all along the walls, including one made of polished silver that ran the entire length of the wall opposite the throne. Mirrors adorned even the ceiling, and the floor was a highly polished marble. "Oh, well," Genevieve sighed to herself as she threw open the double doors leading to the throne room, resigned to give up the next few hours of her life.

"Why don't you come and have a sit on my throne, my queen?" inquired a theatric voice as she entered. At first Genevieve panicked, nearly dropping her bucket of soapy water, but she quickly recovered and offered a mock curtsy to Marcus, who was sitting on the throne. Marcus was her young beau and chef in training at the castle. In addition, he was always looking for mischief and the smirk on his face showed that this time would be no different. She set her bucket on the ground, leaning her broom up against the wall.

"But of course, milord," she said airily, making a jab at the breathy tones of the swooning court ladies who were forever seeking the kings affections. She moved up to the throne and cinched her skirt up to her waist and straddled Marcus playfully. He leaned forward to peck her on the lips and she pulled back. Marcus so loved it when she played hard to get. He ran his hands over her thighs, which he knew were ticklish, until she rocked with stifled giggles. "Shhhh!" he admonished. She grabbed his wrists and pulled them close to her, letting his hands brush against her breasts.

Suddenly she was upon him, kissing him deeply, licking his cheek, biting his ear. Her fingers tangling in his unkempt brown hair. Marcus stared in wonderment. The blushing maid had completely vanished, and in her place was a pale succubus, nearly literally sucking out his livelihood. "Maybe milord's crown jewels need a polish?" she whispered suggestively, nipping his earlobe as her hands toyed with the strings of his breeches. He felt his stomach jump a bit, as he always did when he found himself in Genevieve's hands. She could be a cruel mistress at times, but for now she seemed to be going easy on him. Her hands kneaded his testes expertly, by no means gently, but not too hard, either. He gulped.

"Perhaps the royal scepter could use a little, ahem, attention?" he suggested, averting his eyes slightly. How soon the tables turn with this one, he thought.

Genevieve smiled and licked her lips. "Perhaps I'll put a spit shine on it?" she laughed, revealing her teeth in a way that made Marcus nervous.

"Okay, princess but just not too ha-" too late. She had already maneuvered herself off of him and onto the floor between his legs, ripping off his breeches in one smooth motion. She was in a feisty mood today, and she had work to do, so with one quick swipe of her tongue up his shaft, she took his whole length into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down.

Marcus moaned, biting his lip. Genevieve bit down, not hard, but enough to warn him to silence. After a time of this she grew tired of his mewlings, and besides, she wanted some pleasure for herself. She stood and let her pants drop to the floor, hitching her skirt back up to her hips. "Lay back and think of England," she she panted before taking him into her.

She sat facing away from him so she could see the action from a million different angles, each one in a mirror of various size. She rolled up her shirt, admiring the way her breasts moved in time with her body, though always with a seconds delay. Marcus was moaning more loudly now, though she didn't care to shut him up. She knew he wouldn't last long now. She reached down to find his hands and placed them on her breasts, letting him tweak her nipples in time with her downward thrusts.

"I-I'm," Marcus groaned.

Suddenly the pair could here voices from outside the chamber. Marcus froze as Genevieve pushed herself up and off of him.

"So I said, I said to them, why don't we just hang them all?" The voice of the king. The court ladies tittered. The double doors swung open as if in slow motion.

"Unh! Unh! Ahhhh!" Marcus moaned. He couldn't help himself, and he emptied his seed all over the seat of the throne. Both parties stopped and stared, shocked into silence...

I cheated and gave myself 30 minutes and it's still rushed. As I said to the person who runs this blog "A good sex scene, like good sex, takes at least an hour to achieve."