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| - | "Oh Come now Lars, don't be like that," you say in a pouty, psuedo-sad voice "You know I'm not ''that'' big of a slut..."
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| - | Lars nods "You're right, Princess, I apologize."
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| - | You moan softly and smile. "Good man. You can be honest with me Lars, does it bother you when I fuck other men?" You start to rub your clit maddeningly.
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| - | "Let's just say, Princess, that the less I know of your activities, the better."
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| - | "But you can't participate in those activities..." you leave it open for Lars to respond, and he does.
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| - | "Be honest, Lars...Do you want to?" You switch as you start to finger yourself in front of him. You can feel the very beginning of a climax starting to brew.
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| - | Lars responds quietly, his head flushed red, not quite making eye contact "Yes."
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| - | You moan loudly to try and encourage him to be more open. "What was that, Lars? Did you admit that you want to fuck me?"
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| - | "Yes," he says more openly, there's some shame in admitting it hidden in there, and he'll probably feel more later, but that's not your problem.
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| - | "MMM, do you get jealous when other men get to put their dicks in this tight, wet, royal, pussy?"
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| - | "Yes, Princess." Lars is stepping closer now. You know in the back of your mind that you won't get him to crack outright, but this is still closer than he's ever gotten before.
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| - | "Oooh Lars, I want you so bad!" No more words are said, none are needed. You finger yourself even faster, until the glorious orgasm arrive. You scream out Lars' name as it hits like a wave. You lay in bed, your legs still spread wide for him, feeling the glow of having just cum. You sigh to yourself. Lars is cute, and his romantic nature is endearing, though misguided. Even if he wasn't sworn to chastity, he still wouldn't have you all to himself like he really wants. He'd still have to compete with the rest, waiting until you step down from being Queen until you can commit yourself to only one man.
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| - | Lars is still standing there, his face still flush red with blood, and now beginning to sweat. He's likely in the most awkward position he's ever been in, and can't put a single thought together. His mouth is agape, hoping for something to come out, but to no avail.
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