It's the Prince here. I heard the Queen has been narrating a few chapters for you. The author had to warn me, so I could remind you that i am still the main character of this novel. Don't get too comfortable, alright?
Well, that's not exactly what he wanted me to say, but you got the message, right?
When I entered the room, I saw a scene that could've been described as divine… if it weren't so utterly profane.
The Queen wore nothing but a leather corset and black panties with garter belts. She was clearly aroused, you could tell by the way her tail swayed, standing next to a spanking bench, where Mary was tied up. She wore only lingerie and her nun's habit, with her backside fully exposed.
"The nun has been a naughty girl, my Prince," the Queen said, giving me the most devilishly sensual look imaginable. "We need to punish her properly."
"Oh, my Queen, please… have mercy," Mary pleaded, clearly thrilled by the game.
The only response was a sharp whistle through the air, followed by the crack of the whip landing on her skin.
Watching a succubus disciplining a nun… now that's a majestic sight.
"Quiet, naughty girl. Who gave you permission to speak?" the Queen said, landing another strike.
"My Prince, we need something to keep her quiet."
The Queen didn't have to ask twice. I had just the thing in mind.
"Of course, my Queen," I replied, trying not to show just how eager I was to join in.
I stepped in front of the nun and silenced her mouth with… well, not to brag, let's just say something quite big. With every lash of the whip, her muffled moans grew deeper. Sure, there was the risk of a bite, but honestly, that only made it more thrilling.
"Seems like the whip alone isn't enough," the Queen said, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight.
She snapped her fingers, and a harness with something rather… intimidating materialized at her waist. She positioned herself behind Mary and, well, you can imagine what came next.
Mary would've screamed, had her mouth not been otherwise occupied. With every thrust from the Queen, she was pushed deeper into pleasure and surrender.
I could've stayed there forever, lost in that perfect moment. But the Queen wanted more. Another snap of her fingers, and the scene changed.
Mary was now suspended in the air by ropes, arms raised high, breasts on full display, her legs spread in an elegant yet functional pattern that was as artistic as it was provocative.
"You take her from behind, I'll take the front. We need to work together to punish this nun properly," the Queen commanded.
And of course, I would never disobey such an order.
Our movements synced, almost like a dance, a sensual ballet that set Mary's body ablaze.
"Oh, my Queen, please… I submit to your profane punishment," the nun moaned, until the Queen silenced her with a kiss.
Now, so close, separated only by Mary's body, I shared kisses and caresses with the Queen as well. My hands wandered aimlessly, torn between two irresistible bodies. I wanted to touch them both, everywhere, all at once.
And so the night went on: Mary and I, passengers on a blissful journey crafted by the Queen's vivid imagination. We punished the nun in every way imaginable. In positions I didn't even know were possible.
By the end of the night, or so I thought, we lay sprawled across the bed, exhausted. Until Mary, with a sly grin, said:
"The Prince has been a naughty boy too, wouldn't you say, my Queen?"
"Oh Mary, you're absolutely right. I think he deserves some punishment as well," the Queen replied.
That's when I realized… my night was far from over.
Luckily.