Kane’s free hand moved to the swell of her back, fingers splaying possessively across the silk.

He leaned down, brushing his lips along the shell of her pointy ear.

"Personal rewards from a queen sound dangerous. What if I demand more than you’re prepared to give?"

She shivered visibly, a soft exhale escaping her parted lips.

"Try me. I’ve spent years surrounded by simpering courtiers and political eunuchs. None of them ever made me feel like this."

Her fingers tangled in his red hair, tugging gently to tilt his head back so she could look into his eyes.

"You see me, Kane."

He captured her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth.

Slowly, he kissed the inside of her palm, then nipped at the sensitive skin of her wrist.

"I see a woman who’s tired of ruling from a throne and wants to be taken on a map table instead."

His teeth grazed her pulse point, drawing a quiet gasp from her.

"Tell me, Your Majesty, how long have you imagined this? Me, bending you over your precious borders while your chancellor’s spies are none the wiser?"

The queen’s cheeks flushed rose, but her eyes blazed with challenge.

She pressed her thigh between his legs, rubbing subtly against the growing hardness there.

"Since the first report of your raids reached my court. A savage who topples empires with nothing but fury and loyalty. I wondered what that fury would feel like turned... intimate."

She rocked against him again, bolder now.

"I wondered if you’d be gentle. Or if you’d ruin me the way you ruin battlefields."

The elven queen’s golden-blonde hair spilled over her shoulders as she suddenly tightened her grip in his fiery red locks.

With surprising strength for her lithe frame, she yanked his head back harder, forcing his gaze upward to meet hers.

Her pointed ears twitched with arousal, and a wicked, regal smile curved her lips.

"On your knees, barbarian," she commanded, voice husky and imperious.

"I want to see how well that savage mouth of yours worships before I take what I desire."

Kane’s blood surged at the order.

A low growl escaped him, but he obeyed, sinking to his knees on the stone floor of the war room while she perched on the edge of the massive map table.

Her long legs parted gracefully, the gown riding up her thighs to reveal smooth, pale elven skin.

She gathered her blonde tresses with one hand and looked down at him like a conqueror surveying a conquered land.

Her glistening pussy was already slick with pink folds swollen and inviting beneath a neat patch of golden curls.

"Now worship your queen properly. Use that tongue."

Kane didn’t need further urging.

He hooked his powerful arms under her thighs and lifted, draping her long, elegant legs over his broad shoulders.

The position tilted her hips up perfectly, presenting her dripping sex like an offering.

He leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating feminine musk, before dragging his flat tongue in one long, slow lick from her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit.

The queen moaned loudly, her head falling back as golden hair spilled across the maps.

"Yes... just like that," she gasped, fingers tightening in his red hair to pull him closer.

Kane growled into her folds, the vibration making her hips jerk.

He licked her again, deeper this time, savoring the sweet-tangy taste of her nectar.

His tongue circled her clit with firm pressure, then flicked rapidly over the sensitive nub.

She cried out, legs trembling over his shoulders as he devoured her.

He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, then harder, alternating with broad, hungry strokes that parted her slick lips and plunged inside her tight channel.

"Oh gods—!" she moaned, the voice cracking into pleasure.

Her pointed ears flushed deep pink, twitching with every swirl of his tongue.

She ground against his face, riding his mouth with shameless need, her juices coating his chin.

"Deeper, you brute—fuck me with your tongue!"

He obliged, spearing his thick tongue into her core while his nose rubbed her clit.

One hand reached up to squeeze her breast, pinching the stiff nipple through her gown.

The queen’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the war room walls, breathless cries of "Yes!", "Right there!", and "Don’t you dare stop!"

Her thighs clamped around his head, foot digging into his back as she shook with building ecstasy.

Kane ate her relentlessly, licking, sucking, and devouring every drop until her entire body arched violently.

Suddenly, her fingers tightened painfully in his red hair.

With surprising elven strength, she yanked his head backward, forcing his mouth away from her soaked pussy.

A thick string of her arousal stretched between his lips and her glistening folds before breaking.

"Hah...hah..."

Her golden-blonde hair was wild around her flushed face, pointed ears twitching.

She stared down at him with commanding eyes, chest heaving.

"Enough," she ordered, voice husky and imperious despite her breathing.

"Pull it out. Now."

His large hands made quick work of his belt and laces.

His heavy cock sprang free, already rigid and throbbing, the flushed head glistening.

The queen’s eyes darkened with hunger at the sight.

She reached down, slender fingers wrapping around his girth, barely able to close fully around him.

"Impressive," she whispered.

"A true barbarian’s weapon. Let’s see if you can last under royal attention."

Without further warning, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Her lips stretched wide around his thickness as she engulfed the head, her tongue swirling expertly over the sensitive underside.

"Ah..."

Kane groaned deeply, hips jerking forward instinctively, but she placed a firm hand on his abdomen, pinning him in place.

"Still," she commanded around his cock, the vibration sending sparks up his spine.

Then she sank deeper, taking more of his length with ease.

Her head bobbed with increasing speed as obscene sounds filled the war room as she sucked him eagerly.

Blonde hair swayed with each motion, brushing against his thighs.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard while her tongue worked relentlessly, lapping and teasing every vein and ridge.

"Fuck... Your Majesty," Kane rasped, one hand fisting gently in her hair, careful not to pull unless she allowed it.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his cock.

"I said worship, not speak."

She slapped his shaft lightly against her tongue before diving back down, taking him even deeper until he felt the tight heat of her throat constricting around him.