Stockholm 🤍 2.7.6

In which the royal consort gets her seed

When it’s time for bed and we slip beneath the sheets, she grips my cock tighter than ever.

“I really, really appreciate you interrupting your life to come here,” she says to me, her cheek laid on my chest.

“Do you feel like it’s helping?” I ask.

“Well, I didn’t wake up on the floor last night for the first time in a couple of weeks,” she says mildly.

“That’s an improvement,” I say.

“I know I haven’t...” she begins. “I know I haven’t been up to the sort of free use schedule you’re accustomed to, but— “

“No, no,” I say. “No. That’s Charlotte’s thing. And listen, I’m not saying I don’t benefit from it, but it’s not something I expect of anyone.”

Ava is quiet for a moment. “Thank you for going slow this time and letting me set the pace. It’s helping me more than you know.”

I squeeze her tight and kiss the top of her head.

Within a few minutes she drifts off, and her little twitches and finger movements keep me awake a bit longer with their pleasurable zings of sensation. Something about having her hand on my cock makes me feel like a king, and maybe that’s why I have the dream again, in more detail than ever before.

I am laying in my bed of luxurious furs, a four poster with curtains that hang down. I have a luxurious robe on under the blankets, and next to me is Ava, the royal cock-holder. My erection is once again a massive pillar under the furs, and her hand can’t even close around the shaft, but she does her best. Her hand does not move, but my cock is so hard that it feels ready to go off at any moment. I reach out and ring the bell that I know will call the royal consort since the queen is still away, though I can’t remember why. The curtains at the foot of the bed part, and a hooded figure once again reveals herself by dropping the cloak that covers her. Again it is a naked, stunning Kate Caldwell, glowing gold with a light from above or within. Her breasts are enormous and full, her hips curvy and her smile with an eyebrow cocked sardonically fills me with desire.

The furs and blankets part and withdraw, leaving me with an open robe and Ava’s hand wrapped around my enormous phallus. Kate climbs onto the bed and crawls towards me, and the fact that I’m about to cum already does not trouble me, since I am king and it is her privilege to take the royal seed however I choose to give it to her. As before, Ava does not relinquish her grip as she is supposed to, instead adding her other hand and therefore creating a full hold around my dick, fingertips barely touching on the far side. Kate kneels between my knees and rises up, cupping her breasts in each hand and moaning, and I realize that Ava is slightly stroking me with both hands. Cum rushes down the internal pipelines of my cock and bursts from the end like a torrent. Ava moves one hand to the head of my cock and uses it to aim at Kate, who receives the massive rush of cum with delight and arousal, putting a hand into her hair at the back of her head and grinning as she is splashed with hot liquid. My cock is like a firehose in my dream, spraying out under pressure and painting Kate like a cinnamon roll with glaze. Suddenly I am floating out of the bed into the air and Kate lays down, squirming and writhing with ecstasy as my cock continues to shoot semen down onto her in seemingly limitless supply as Ava barely does more than hold and aim it, hardly stroking or squeezing at all. My thighs and belly are wet with it, though Kate has seemingly a couple of gallons covering her at this point, and she is rubbing it into her massive, pillowy tits like lotion.

“Jack,” Ava says from my ear, and I ignore her. She’s not supposed to be involved with royal ejaculations and will need to be spoken to after this, and she’s definitely not supposed to interrupt.

“Jack, honey,” she says again, and have a sensation of falling up into my body again and jerk slightly when I hit the bed.

Ava has her hand around my cock and is slowly squeezing it at the base as I realize I’m in the act of cumming all over myself. My body feels tingly and strange to me, probably the result of a strange combination of withdrawing sleep paralysis and fading orgasm.

“Guh,” I say as my hips jerk and my last squirt of cum ejaculates from my cock.

She mumbles a soft little laugh, not letting go of my cock. I throw back the sheets and luckily I seem to have gotten most of the cum on myself rather than the bed.

“Did you jerk me off on purpose?” I ask.

“I ono,” she murmurs. “You were dreaming. I helped. I think.”

I pull her hand from my cock gently. “Nuh-uh,” she says. “I want it.”

“I’ll be right back and you can have it again,” I chuckle, getting up to clean myself off.

I slide back in beside her a couple minutes later and she immediately rolls towards me and wraps her hand firmly around the base of my cock again. I can’t help but smile at the magnet-like force exerted upon her, even in her sleep, and I drift off hard as a rock and fondly remembering the dream where I coated Kate Caldwell in an unearthly deluge of my cum.

I go back into the dream, from the beginning. I lay, a king, in bed with Ava, my royal cock-holder next to me. My cock stands straight up, huge and thick, and she lays next to me with her hand wrapped around the base. The only difference in the dream is that I am not bursting with a need to cum. I reach for the bell that will bring the royal consort, and Ava restrains my arm. Shocked, I look at her, and she puts a finger to my lips. She sheds her garments and straddles me, rubbing her body on mine, boobs dangling and nipples brushing across my chest. She slides back and my cock slips inside her--an incredible overstep for one of her station, as even the royal consort must be high-born, practically royalty herself. But as king, don’t I have the right to grant titles to whomever I please?

The royal cock-holder, who has now promoted herself to royal consort, begins to slide up and down the royal pole. It moves in and out of her with velvety smoothness, and her pussy is incredibly warm, almost hot. I look up and her breasts have grown quite a bit and are bouncing as she rides on the royal pole, up and down smoothly with little effort like a carousel horse. I close my eyes and relish the feelings. When I open my eyes, it is Queen Charlotte riding me and I reach up to grab her royal breasts, which feel absolutely incredible. Then she is Kate, the royal consort, throwing her head back and sliding a hand up her neck and one to cup her breast while I pinch her nipples. Kate leans down to kiss my neck and nibble my earlobe, and I grab her ass and start fucking her harder under my own power, slamming up into her.

Kate breathes on my ear. “Oh sire,” she says, “give me thy seed!”

“I shall,” I say to her. “Take my seed unto yourself, Kate! Take it all!”

I pound furiously, losing my rhythm, and then burst forth inside of her. My seed flows and flows, and with each thrust I bury myself deep inside of her.

“Oh Jack,” Kate whispers in my ear. “So much fucking cum.”

“Why dost thou speak so, Kate?” I ask, but as she leans back, I see that it’s not Kate anymore, it’s Ava. And I wake up.

Ava really is on top of me, riding me, with the blankets over her shoulder like a mantle and her boobs bouncing.

“You’re awake,” she says softly, and leans down to kiss my neck.

Feeling myself on fire with desire, having just cum with Kate in my mind, I grab her ass and do just what I did to Kate in my dream. I fuck her fast and hard, and she squeals in surprise and tightens up. I slow down and she relaxes.

“What were you dreaming about?” she asks in my ear.”You’re so hard I can’t believe it.”

“I was dreaming about fucking you,” I say, truthfully enough.

“Then why did you tell someone named Kate to take all of your seed unto herself?” she asks, and I hear the smile in her voice.

“I may have been having relations with more than one woman in the dream,” I say. “But! It was mostly you!”

She snickers and I roll over on top of her and look down into her eyes. “Is this okay?”

Ava hesitates, but nods. “Can you be gentle?”

“Of course,” I say.

I make love to her then, as Charlotte asked me to. I put a hand on Ava’s side above her hip and put my weight on one elbow and start slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. Each time time I withdraw I plant a soft kiss on her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, and her jawline. I brush her hair tenderly off her forehead and she looks at me nakedly. Her eyes are truly striking, rimmed with darker blue, and I see nothing more than a frightened girl there. She is vulnerable and remaining open, allowing herself to be shown something new, so I treat her like I would treat Charlotte. And truthfully I do feel tenderness for her, affection that might one day turn into love for this version of her that is here with me right now. My heart is spoken for and I do not believe there is room for another woman inside of it, but I let what feeling I have come out and inform our union here in this Swedish bed tonight.

Perhaps it is because of the midnight handjob or the dream orgasm I had as Ava started fucking me in my sleep, but I am able to last quite a long time, slowly thrusting and pulling out of Ava, pivoting my hips around and attempting to find a spot that gives her more pleasure. Eventually I do find an angle that takes her breath away, so I work it until she cums. She takes my head in her hands and holds my forehead to hers when it is done, looking into my eyes.

“Cum with me,” she says. “Please, please.”

I work that angle as I let myself go, quickening my pace until I pass the point of no return. I look deep into her eyes and start to cum. I see her eyes slide out of focus as she does too, her body tensing, back arching her boobs up into my chest.

“Oh,” she breathes, “oh, my god... oh Jack... oh...” I see another wave of pleasure take her as I spend my real seed inside of her. I can almost feel the semen leaving my testicles, and I can certainly feel it spilling out of me. There is nothing on earth quite like cumming deep inside of a woman who is cumming at the same time.

We collapse onto the bed and I stay in place on top of her, holding my weight with my knees and elbows. I softly kiss her neck and cheek, but she pulls away and I roll off.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper, concerned.

“This,” she says, turning away from me. “I can’t let you make love to me. You don’t mean it.”

I pause. “I do mean it,” I say.

“I don’t mean that you’re lying or being dishonest,” she says. “I mean... it’s for someone else. You don’t love me.”

“I don’t... not,” I say, and it sounds weak. There is only one right answer, and that would be a lie. “I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I brought you here.”

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you,” I say honestly.

“But you have no intention of leaving Charlotte for me, and I have no intention of sharing you,” she says flatly. It’s not a question.

“No,” I say quietly.

“So this has all been a mistake. A waste of time.”

“No,” I say again, laying a hand very gently on her shoulder. She flinches slightly but doesn’t pull away. “It’s been lovely. Truly.” I want to tell her that it’s been special for me, too, that I’ve been honored to be a part of her healing, but who am I to say such a thing? “It’s been experience, and good experience, for both of us.”

Ava softens a bit. “It has, hasn’t it? I’m not imagining that. I haven’t slept this well in weeks.”

“I think it’s been delightful. Not just the physical stuff. I liked sitting and hanging out with you today. I like that you’ve drawn strength from... my... well--”

“Vitality,” she says, and I hear a little smile.

“Yes,” I say. “My vitality.”

I try to think of a way to tell her that what I most want her to know is that this exists, that this connection can be sought and found and be a strengthening, positive influence in her life. I want to tell her that someone could love her for who she is, even if it isn’t me. But I realize that the experience has either shown her that, or not. Nothing I say can teach the deepest parts of her to feel safe, or how to open up to someone else. For better or worse, I think our time together is done.

“I want you to know I’m grateful,” she says, and I notice that she’s trembling.

“May I hold you?”

Ava says nothing.

“There’s a whole world out there,” I say. “They’ve got words and labels and definitions for things. But we’re here, now. We have this night, the two of us. There’s no one else.”

“Tonight we can be what we need to be,” she says softly, and I feel like I’ve just heard a preview of next year’s chart-topping single.

I put my arm around her, lacing my fingers through hers when I find her hand, and snuggle up close behind her. She calms slowly, and I can feel her heart rate settling. I put my head on her pillow, getting extra close, bringing my knees up behind hers.

“Thank you,” she murmurs again. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

I kiss her neck and breathe a sigh of contentment.

We fall asleep that way for the remainder of the night.

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