<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/2UUoEFo.jpg)</div><br/>Tehr smirked at the queen as she brushed him lightly.  He slowly began to stiffen at her light touches, growing bolder as she spoke.  But by the time one hand slid into his trousers, he was already at full mast.  He sighed as her soft fingers caressed his rod, while her others began to unbuckle and open the pants, exposing his held shaft to the air.  Her smirk was unbroken as a knock came at the door.  Tehr was torn for a moment, should he hide his manhood?  Should he cover it up with...<br/><br/>"It's open." the queen cried out, robbing him of the decision.  He felt a bit of heat rise to his cheeks as the snowy haired guard walked into the room and froze for a moment.  Certainly she'd had to have heard the rumors.  It was only a week ago that he'd been intimate with the queen last, and with a guards woman present as well.  But the guardswoman actually blushed, her cheeks going red as her good eye tried, unsucessfully, to keep from looking at the firm cock in the Queen's hand.  She explained the situation then turned her face away, literally turning a blind eye to the situation in front of her.<br/><br/>The queen chuckled very softly, Tehr himself might have missed it had he not been standing so close to her.  But then, she squeezed Tehr's shaft drawing a slight gasp, and she asked, "Lieutenant, is there a reason you're not meeting my gaze?  Did I dismiss you?"<br/><br/>"No your highness!"  Whitestone snapped, her face rounding and her shoulders squaring away.  Which had the unfortunate effect of pushing her breasts outwards and upwards, straining against the leather that held them.  Tehr moaned softly and his cock throbbed in the queen's grasp.<br/><br/>The Queen smiled and said, "Good, because I'd hate to think that I can't enjoy what little time I have for pleasure in my own chambers when I need it."  Her hand beginning to stroke up and down faster, Tehr realized his place was silent show piece, so he stood firmly as his swollen cock head began to bead up with a single drop of clear precum under the queen's ministrations.<br/><br/>"Yes your highness, of course your highness,"  Lt. Whitestone responded, "My apologies."<br/><br/>The queen waved her free hand dismissively, then winking at Tehr she leaned over slightly and extended her tongue to catch the growing droplet of clear precum forming on the head of his shaft.  Licking it gently she closed her eyes and sighed, "Good, then I think I shall relax this evening.  But rouse me early in the morning there is much to be done."  Her hand began pumping Tehr's cock faster as the guardswoman saluted then left the room in a hurry.<br/><br/>"Oh you are so wicked!"  Tehr chided as he looked down upon her impishly smiling face.<br/><br/>She giggled and relaxed her grip on his hard cock a little, "Oh but I want it clear that you're not simply a pomp and poof noble trying to grab power."   She squeezed him again and began stroking, "Now she knows that even when you speak, I hold the reins."<br/><br/>Tehr moaned and caressed her neck with the back of his fingers, "Reins are they?  So am I a horse to be ridden and broken then?"<br/><br/>She released him and stood, turning her back to him and showing him the laces that held together her simple evening gown.   "A horse, nay.  But a stallion perhaps, to be ridden maybe, but not broken.  For I think Master Tehr, that you are equally as wild as I."<br/><br/>Tehr smiled and grabbed her by the shoulders.  "That may be, my queen," but then he spun, shoving her towards the bed.  She stumbled forwards and fell, face first into the mattress as he unlaced the rest of his trousers and stepped out of them.  "But if it is so, then you should probably not turn your back to a wild beast!"  With that then he flipped up the edge of her gown, exposing her backside.  His fingers sought her royal cunny, beginning to flush with arousal.  Stepping behind her, he gently kicked her feet outwards so her legs were spread as she bent over the edge of the bed, her gown now up about her waist.  He spit once into his palm before swiping it across his swollen and needy cock's head and lined it up with her sex.  "Because you never know when a beast will take advantage of your distraction."<br/><br/>Then with that, he grabbed her hips and shoved forwards.  He knew that she was not fully aroused yet and such a penetration would hurt.  But if he was reading the situation correctly, she'd had a brush with death this evening and the rough sex would help her feel alive, feel wanted, feel the power behind his masculinity that she so needed right now.  Afterwards there would be time for more gentle passion, but now he was going to fuck her hard, fuck her fast, and fuck her brutally.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 14to the total<br/>Comment: preform sex rough<br/>Result: 18, <br/><strong>Total: 32</strong></div></div>