The King's Banquet
A tale of intense pleasure from behind castle walls
The Mistress Slowly I untangle my limbs from yours and sit up in the bed. Sleepily you look up at me. "We have to return to the hall, before we are missed," I explain. I added, "The King will be displeased if there are empty chairs at the table, when the dinner is being served." You lift your legs over the edge of the four poster bed and sit up. "I do not actually have an invitation to sit at the royal table" you reply, "...