“Oh,” was all I could manage to say as my mind whirred.

Did the Queen want me to… stay the night? My heart fluttered at the thought.

Her lips twitched at my response. She reached her hand out towards my face again. “So tell me, Seul-Ki, what do I need to do for you to not be so” —her fingers brushed my scrunched brows, searing the creases of my skin— “angry anymore, hm?”

I let out a shaky breath. “I… want to do whatever he did, Your Majesty.” Whatever that man had done, I was going to do it better.

Her smile widened. “So jealous again.” She shook her head as she tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. “He did not even do anything for me. You don’t have to worry.” 

“He got to see you naked.”

“Is that what you want?” Her hand dropped to her collar. Her white robe was the same kind she had worn yesterday night. The same thin fabric that hugged her body too well. “See me naked?”

I clenched my fists over my knees. This was a preposterous request from a lowly maid, but I was too bitter to care. He had seen her body, even though he did not deserve to. He did not deserve her.

Slowly, I nodded. “Y- Yes, Your Majesty.”

Her hand lowered even more to the ribbon tying her robes together. With a tug, the strips came loose. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, down to her waist, and onto the mattress where she sat. 

My eyes drank up the sight of her exposed upper body like a parched farmer on a summer afternoon. Her arms, her bosom, her midriff, soft, voluptuous, perfect for fondling. But best of all, I could not take my gaze off her nipples—so pink, so perky, and so close to my mouth. 

I gulped. It must be a sin for a mortal like me to witness this. 

The Queen stood up, shaking the rest of her gown off her lower body. Her lower pelvis was right in front of me now, bare and vulnerable. I gulped again. 

“There.” She kicked her robe away and sat back down in front of me, folding her legs to the side as though she was posing for a painting—and I was the painter.

It took me a long moment before I could manage to speak.

“Your… Majesty…” I choked out. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She tilted her head. “Are you happier now?”

“He got to kiss you.”

The Queen raised her eyebrow at my demand. Lifting a hand, she wagged her fingers. I shuffled towards her, my knees climbing onto her mattress.

The hand cupped my neck and she leaned. Her lips met mine. It was a light peck, but it was enough to send a tingle of pleasure down my body. 

She went for another kiss, and another, and another. When our tongues met, the tingles became explosions, and I could not help but wrap my entire arms around her neck to keep her there. She tasted so good and I did not want this to stop. Ever.

We stared at each other as we pulled back for air. Her dark irises were dilated and wild, and her cheeks were flushed. She was stunning.

“Your Majesty,” I breathed, glancing at the rest of her. “May I… kiss you… elsewhere?” 

She responded with a long and hard kiss—giving my lips a cheeky bite at the end—before whispering into my ears, “This body is all yours.”

And that was all the permission I needed. 

I bent down and trailed kisses along her neck, her shoulders, her arms. Her skin was soft and sweet everywhere.

I lingered at her chest. I had to—her breasts were perfect. I took my time massaging them, feeling them, squeezing them, while my tongue played at her nipples. Licking, sucking, the occasional brushing of the teeth—whatever that got the Queen to moan out loud, whatever that drove her to embed her hands into my hair in desperation. My hair was probably no longer in a braid, but I did not care.

I bent down again. There was more to explore. Her abdomens, her hips, her thighs…

I paused near the spot I had explored with my fingers. It was covered with the way she was sitting. Covered and closed off to the world.

As if reading my mind, she began to lie down on her bed. We shifted around until I was kneeling in between her legs. She was trembling slightly, and I was too.

I stared at her vulva while I kissed her thighs again. I had felt every part of her entrance last night, but seeing it was a different experience. It looked like a flower at the glow of dawn, wet with morning dew and rich with nectar. 

It was fascinating.

My mouth salivated. I was so close, so close, that her scent was overwhelming my brain. I wanted to taste her. I needed to.

“Your Majesty, may I?”

Her reply was a shivering whimper. “Please.”

I stuck my tongue out and sampled, drawing a sharp gasp from the Queen. Strong, salty, with a hint of sweetness. I gave her another lick, and another, and another. I was addicted. Oh, sweet mother of heavens, she was divine and I was addicted.

I got into a rhythm, gripping onto her hips and letting my tongue go wild. My mouth inhaled every bit of her juice while my eyes feasted on her squirming body. I watched as her chest bounced. I watched as rolls form on her waist and flatten out. I watched her expression, her furrowing brows and parted lips, the way she yanked on her mattress as if her life depended on it.

She was fucking delectable.

Her moans grew louder; she was reaching her climax. Mustering all my willpower, I peeled myself away from her, letting my fingers do the work instead—but not too much work.

“S- Seul-Ki?” The Queen lifted her head to frown at me. There was a droplet of sweat trickling down her forehead. “I was almost… I was almost there…”

“I know,” I said, sitting up. Her hips raised to follow me, to follow my mouth. I chuckled at her agony as I wrapped my hands around her legs to stop her movement. Her lower body perched in the air, and it was now at the perfect position—I could kiss her thighs while fondling her bust.

“Seul-Ki…” the Queen whispered, still breathless. Her voice quivered. Her entire body quivered. “Are you punishing me?”

I ignored her as I continued to kiss her legs, closer and closer to the place she wanted me to kiss. I made sure to let out a warm, teasing breath whenever I switched to the other side. She whimpered every time, and I loved it.

“Seul-Ki.” Her stormy eyes were begging, imploring. “P- Please.”

“Please what, Your Majesty?”

“You want me to beg?”

That was not befitting of a queen. But I had something better in mind. 

“Tell me you want me,” I growled. “Tell me you want me more than him.”

“I want you, Seul-Ki.” There was no hesitancy on her part.

“Say it again.”

She groaned in frustration. She was pulling at her hair; her hairpin had fallen out some time ago, and it was nowhere in sight. “Seul-Ki! I want you more than I wanted anybody in my life. I want you, and I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you!” She grabbed my head and snarled into my face. “So please, fuck me with your mouth right now.”

That was way more than I had asked for, so I obeyed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I plunged into her, lapping up the overflowing juices, making up for my absence. Her hips rocked along with me, slamming at my mouth, while her cries were as desperate as her body. I had to keep one hand on her leg to control our motion. My other hand roamed her curves. She felt so good, she sounded so good, and she tasted so, so good.

I kept going until she finished. Her screams were louder than yesterday’s, and she was so much wetter—so much that she almost seemed to be peeing on me, but I was too ecstatic to care. 

I kept going, until her breaths began to steady, until her body stopped writhing and convulsing, until her prayers to the ceilings tapers off. 

Sighing in satisfaction, I put her legs down on the bed and climbed up to face her. There were tears in the corner of her eyes, but she was smiling like the happiest person in the world.

“Seul-Ki…”

I wiped my lips. “Did you mean what you said just now, Your Majesty?”

She laughed as she cupped my face with her hands. “Yes. I want you, Seul-Ki. You and that darn rice on your head.”

And she pulled me in for a kiss.