Aiden stood in the throne room of Queen Isolde's sky-palace. The silver banners were gone, ripped down and burned. Only the massive throne remained, now his.
He had Isolde bent over it, her pale ass high and her legs spread. His thick cock slammed into her soaked cunt with heavy, steady strokes.
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.
Her regal voice cracked into broken moans. "A-ahhn~! Yes… my King—nnngh! Harder!" Golden veins pulsed across her belly where his child grew.
Each thrust made her walls clench and her juices run down her thighs. Elizabeth sat on the throne seat, legs wide open, two fingers buried in her own pussy. She watched with hungry eyes.
"Next group," Elizabeth ordered. Her voice was calm even as she fingered herself faster.
Five noble daughters waited in a line beside the wide circular altar in the grand atrium. Open sky stretched above them, clouds drifting past the floating palace edges.
