The Queen's Demand
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Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
+G through L › Katamari Damacy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,750
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Katamari Damacy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Walked in...
Touching,
Tasting,
Lips locking,
Pressure building…
The King felt it all…
His mouth connected to the Queen’s and his royal tongue caressed hers in a frantic dance for passion and pleasure. Her saliva tasted like honey, how he liked to play teasingly… He felt her breathe, quicker, quicker, quicker…
With a passion as wide as the cosmos itself, he removed her top sliding slowly the tissue on her naked silk skin.
She grasp the back of his head, holding tightly as she kept kissing him, each and everyone reaching to her brain and sending electrical waves toward her chest. So much heat… So much sweat…
His hands ran down her neck, gently passing his fingers leaving trails of shivers.
His mouth left hers, licking her lips, he continued his trail of kiss to her cheeks, down her neck, over her chest… Reaching what he was looking for, he nibbled like a young child does to a mother feeding.
The Queen escaped a small moan.
The King reacted.
His hardness rubbing on the Queen’s legs.
Her head tossed backward as she fell on the pillows.
The King continued his feast.
The Queen’s hands grabbed the back of her husband’s face and brought his face closer to hers. Showering him in kisses while she felt his nice hard treasure against her soft skin.
More,
Quicker,
Faster…
The meteor will explode…
Let’s make it more profitable…
Shall we?
“Oh dearest Queen, we think you are perfect…” the King smiled.
“Thank you” she replied as she blushed gently.
The King’s hands pulled the blankets over his Queen and himself, it was time…
The door squealed.
The Prince came in, flying, his eyes toward the Royal bed…
He had fallen asleep while playing video games and he had a nightmare…
He wanted to seek comfort…
But.
What comfort was the sight of his father mounted on his mother?
Slowly, he descended back…
Slowly toward the floor.
His father, red as a tomato,
His mother, white as a ghost.
Tasting,
Lips locking,
Pressure building…
The King felt it all…
His mouth connected to the Queen’s and his royal tongue caressed hers in a frantic dance for passion and pleasure. Her saliva tasted like honey, how he liked to play teasingly… He felt her breathe, quicker, quicker, quicker…
With a passion as wide as the cosmos itself, he removed her top sliding slowly the tissue on her naked silk skin.
She grasp the back of his head, holding tightly as she kept kissing him, each and everyone reaching to her brain and sending electrical waves toward her chest. So much heat… So much sweat…
His hands ran down her neck, gently passing his fingers leaving trails of shivers.
His mouth left hers, licking her lips, he continued his trail of kiss to her cheeks, down her neck, over her chest… Reaching what he was looking for, he nibbled like a young child does to a mother feeding.
The Queen escaped a small moan.
The King reacted.
His hardness rubbing on the Queen’s legs.
Her head tossed backward as she fell on the pillows.
The King continued his feast.
The Queen’s hands grabbed the back of her husband’s face and brought his face closer to hers. Showering him in kisses while she felt his nice hard treasure against her soft skin.
More,
Quicker,
Faster…
The meteor will explode…
Let’s make it more profitable…
Shall we?
“Oh dearest Queen, we think you are perfect…” the King smiled.
“Thank you” she replied as she blushed gently.
The King’s hands pulled the blankets over his Queen and himself, it was time…
The door squealed.
The Prince came in, flying, his eyes toward the Royal bed…
He had fallen asleep while playing video games and he had a nightmare…
He wanted to seek comfort…
But.
What comfort was the sight of his father mounted on his mother?
Slowly, he descended back…
Slowly toward the floor.
His father, red as a tomato,
His mother, white as a ghost.