Porcelain Queen

A porcelain doll I am to my King.

His most precious adored Queen.

Drenched in Champagne and luxury I kneel before my Master to receive what his Queen craves most…. Ecstasy.

Nobu.. I present myself to him, a slave for his touch, his approval and addicted to the power he has over me. A mere growl has me on my back, to have myself devoured by my Wolf. His tongue against my clit, licking, teasing, driving me to the edge. On my knees, as he needs me, presenting porcelain perfect flesh for him to mark. The first crack of a whip, the release, the relief. My skin burning with desire. I beg for more. Both holes are lubed and prepared for more. Toys of my masters choosing to follow. My heart beating so fast, craving more and more. Wanting to be the most perfect little slut for my King. A jewelled plug pushes in.The pain, the bliss. Fucked to the edge of reason. On my back, collar tight around my neck, my mouth, warm, wet and ready to receive his cock. I want him deep in my throat, feel him throbbing against my tongue, feel him pull me closer on the chain and the collar. Fucking my mouth, relentlessly. His slave. As a final act, he ordered his queen on her knees. Pussy wet and ready, begging. Feeling my King’s cock slip inside me. Wanting nothing more in that moment than to be fucked relentlessly. Over and over. Wanting to offer my King every inch of my body and mind. Feeling his warm cum dripping out of me, collapsing in heap. My King scoops me in his arms. His porcelain Queen. Yours forever my Master, to do with as you please.