He looked down at her, sprawled on the bench, her body bare and flushed, her sex wet and used. He kissed her on the forehead.
The Queen's pool like eyes, glazed with satisfaction and beautiful smile bloomed on her. She grabbed his hand and spoke with the authority of a queen.
"I need more lessons". Reinhardt smiled helplessly and then leaned down, kissing her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth as it had claimed her body.
"Very well, the lesson is only just starting".
From this day on, the instructions began to hold a completely different meaning.
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Lying on his bed, the current king of Solaris looked at the ceiling in a daze.
In his mind, the images he had seen that day flashed.
The images of his wife being taken by Reinhardt.
Her body moaning in carnal pleasure under his body.
Their bodies uniting. The indecency of the act.
The king had been plagued by such images for almost a year now.
These images that haunted his dreams made him restless.
