Chapter 172: Kingdom on knees(18+)
The halls of the palace were quiet, but not with peace—more like the breathless pause before a moan. Even the guards didn’t speak anymore. They stood still, eyes forward, their minds broken into two thoughts: serve Allen and don’t stare at the Queen too long or you’ll get hard.
Too late for most of them.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of heels echoed in time with wet little slaps of knees hitting stone. Allen walked calmly down the central corridor, a leather leash wrapped around one hand. The other hand lazily scratched his toned stomach, his cock hanging thick and half-hard from the open flap of his loose black robe.
Behind him... she crawled.
Queen Soreya. No longer draped in royal silks or crowned with power. No. She wore a black leather collar and a cunt-slick trail down both thighs. Her once-icy gaze had melted into a desperate neediness that made every movement shake with wet shame.
Each step she took on her hands and knees squelched faintly, her juices smearing on the marble floor. Her tongue lolled slightly out of her mouth, and her mascara was still smudged from the earlier orgasm he’d denied her. Denied her and mocked her for.
"Keep that ass high, Soreya," Allen said casually, without even looking back.
She gasped and arched her back immediately, her ass rising high in the air as if her body knew it didn’t belong to her anymore. Her pussy lips parted, glistening under the dim torchlight. Every inch of her shook—not from exhaustion, but from the desperate hope that maybe this time, he’d use her.
Or punish her.
She’d take either.
Allen paused at the top of the royal stairway that led into the Grand Hall.