Despite it being morning a certain couple couldn't resist giving in their passion as they continued to indulge in love and lust right in the Queen's chamber.
Beatrice was kneeling before him, his rock hard shaft right before her face. His intoxicating fragrance was everything she could focus on right now.
Her hand moved in tiny, slow strokes, just the head slipping between her loose fingers while her tongue traced the ridge beneath.
She hummed at the heat, the velvet over steel, and the sound vibrated against him.
Hades's fingers stayed gentle in her hair, stroking lovingly.
Beatrice opened wider, taking the crown into her mouth.
Warm and wet.
She sucked softly, cheeks hollowing, then pulled back until only the tip rested on her tongue.
A low groan rumbled from his chest.
She did it again, deeper this time, lips stretching around his thickness.
Her tongue swirled slow circles while her hand kept the same lazy rhythm below.
Up… swirl… down… swirl…
