[Scene: a moodily lit throne room, five large panels stand at one end. The center one stands taller than the rest, each looming over any audience that dare stand before the King and blocking out light, a throne beneath it. The throne is a symbol of power and strength, hand carved and upholstered with rich, red fabric. It is here that the King sits, meeting with his people while attendants perform their duties. Another, smaller throne sits to the side. Beautiful in its own right, but unregarded when empty.]

[The Queen enters as the audiences are winding down, she nods to the commoner with a motherly smile. She knows things are difficult in the land, but she has duties of her own to perform. Chatter in the throne room fades, even the King quiets as his Queen marches to him.]

“Yes, my Queen?”

“Yes… it has been a long day…” [He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

“Come. Sit with me…”

[She sits not on the smaller, more demure throne at his right hand, but on his lap.]

[Surprised.] “I… yes. Well.” [He coughs awkwardly.] “Oh? The usual, I suppose. Some asking for reinforcements to the borders, others asking for more guards in the city. It is always like a game of chess, moving my soldiers around. And like chess,” [His voice softens as he lifts the chin of his Queen] “...my Queen is my most powerful piece…”

“Indeed you are. You have been as busy as I have.”

“Stressed?” [He lowers his voice, careful to not let the servants overhear him. “Yes, I suppose you're right…”

[She leans up and whispers in his ear.]

[Surprised, but aroused.] “What do you mean you're not wearing any… Oh. Oh my… Right here? Now?”

[He raises his voice so the attendants can hear him and speaks in an even, firm voice.] “Please leave us. Do not return until you are called. There had better be dragons at the gates lest heads will roll if we are interrupted.”

[The attendants scurry out, but the Queen does not relent. She elicits little moans and low growls from her King as she teases him. As the doors at the other end lock behind a servant, his voice is dark, almost begging.]

“What do you plan for me?”

[He makes more noises of pleasure as her hands and mouth rove his body, teasing him like a hungry dog on a chain with a raw steak.]

“Please, my Queen…”

[She moves her dress and his clothes, freeing his already hard member so she can rub against it with her wet opening. Quiet, wet sounds can be heard. He moans more, cursing her for teasing him like this.]

“Uugggnnnhh. Why do you behave like this? I am already yours, just let me take you…”

“Take me? Is this a check? Very well… Take me. Use me. Ride me like a newly saddle broken stallion.” [He growls in his need.]

[She lifts up, adjusting his shaft so he can enter her. He groans in agony and ecstasy as he is slowly allowed fill her.]

“I had almost how tight you were around me… Like a sword to its sheath… Do not stop. I beg you, do not stop now…”

[She doesn't. Riding him hard and fast until his pants, his moans, his little growls climb in their intensity as he climbs to his orgasm. He both grips her, and is restrained by her. Just as he is about to lose himself, she pauses.]

“No. No no, no… Don't…”

“Beg? Have I not already begged you enough...!?” [He is truly desperate now, and it shows in his voice.]

“Very well… you have won… I have no moves left… Checkmate. Just let me finish… Let me fill your tightness.... I beg you to let me cum…”

[She begins again, she continues despite her own orgasm. She rides him hard and fast, savoring each of his noises… until he finally cums.]

“Oh… yes… Oh, my Queen… I will give you more than I can spare…”

[He groans as she eventually disconnects from him, smoothing her skirts in modesty of the prize she has taken. Then kneels to clean him with her mouth.]

[He only moans more as her tongue runs along his length, cleaning him, but making him gasp and twitch with the waves of his recent orgasm.]

[Once finished, the Queen stands again, her King watching her.]

“Very well… You have beaten me at this… unusual game of chess… Perhaps now I can organize the troops… Or else I will be back in our chambers before you finish washing up…”

[He makes a few more adjustments to his clothes, and once everything is as it should be, except for the departing Queen, he calls out to his attendants.]