Chapter 26
The meeting took place at a neutral hotel. It was awkward at first, for the King instantly recognized Debra. He was obviously uneasy until my sister thanked him for giving her eternal life. She ran her hand down the front of his pants, and the growth underneath was obvious. They struck a deal fairly quickly after that. The terms were the ones the King had suggested, but Nevada and California were included in the territories given to my sister. Debra suggested they finalize the deal in private, and the King eagerly rented a room.
The hotel manager was quite disturbed by the sounds emanating from the hotel room. This amused the King's escorts until Angie started rubbing her hands on her own breasts. Suddenly, they could care less about the noises. Yvonne paid to the hotel manager to step away for twenty minutes while I slid my hand down Angie's thigh. The man hastily agreed, and went down the street for a drink...or maybe three. When we were alone, Yvonne took the one escort behind the manager's desk. Angie stripped right in the middle of the floor, and I ran my tongue down her back. The two escorts dropped their trousers and moved towards us. We made sure they were too distracted to hear what was going on upstairs.
Queen Debra wasted no time with foreplay. She was more than excited already, and the flowing dew between her thighs proved that. She stripped down the King and pushed him on to the bed. He was not used to an aggressive woman, but he was certainly aroused. Debra stroked his manhood several times before removing her own clothes. He was engorged to his full extent. She climbed on top, straddling the King, and dug her nails into his chest. The King winced at first, but the movements of Debra's hips made him forget the pain. The King went to grab the Queen's breasts, but she caught his wrists, and pinned them behind his head.
Debra bent down and kissed the King's lips. She slid her mouth down his chin, ran her tongue along his jawline, and bit into his neck. The King tried to push her away, but Debra resisted. "I want to taste you, my love," she scorned, as his blood rolled off of her lips. He relaxed as the Mistress brought her hips into his with more force. Debra bit his neck again and he squirmed. When she had drank enough, when she knew he couldn't handle it any longer, she whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna cum." Queen Debra brought herself back up to her knees. His blood ran down her front. She started to tense, and Debra grabbed hold of the wooden bed post. The King felt weak, but so intoxicated by the passion of the woman he had turned. He grabbed Debra by the hips as she yanked out a spindle from the bedpost. Mistress Debra looked the King in the eyes, and when he returned her gaze, he was scared. Queen Debra thrust the wooden spindle into the King's heart, and then came harder than she ever had before.
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