The King Will...

"Cum," she whispers.

The entourage gallops forward
just the King and his most trusted associates
a chorus of horns
clue the arrival
and The Queen knows
she will be the key
in the union of their kingdoms,
her act of diplomacy
astutely rehearsed
leading up to this momentous occasion.

"Cum," she whispers.

A week earlier,
the Falcon had arrived,
her trusted messenger
delivering a long letter of intent
to arouse the eyes and mind
of the said King.

She had penetrated his mind,
her loopy handwriting
designed to tempt him
with her alluring revelations
and that hypnotic throb
that spoke upon the wind of distance.

"Cum," she promises.

They are greeted
with the fanfare of a royal welcome,
his associates paired
with the finest harem of escorts
and served the finest edibles of the district
in a rambunctious, spirited feast

The King is led to a walled courtyard,
and into a recreation of Eden,
replete with fruit trees, blooming flowers
and an expansive pool and separate wash station

He knows she is near,
his body, and his cock
reacting to the telepathy
of the Queen's far reaching abilities

"Cum," he hears.

The weight of the armour,
pulled from his body,
her trusted aides
bathing him and massaging
the aches of a rugged ride
relaxing him for the reveal

They have lulled him into a nap
and he feels lips upon his neck
"I told you"
that exquisite, soft voice
grazing his ear
"my king will cum."

His eyes open
and the delight of her presence
is before him
surveying the perfection
of her smooth, naked skin
that heavenly tone
flaring his senses

And inside these walls,
inside her walls
that guarantee is certain

The King will cum.