Queen Mother

By Baron LeSade

Queen Millicent's poor husband, King George is smitten with a medieval case of ED. Queen Millicent is beside herself in fear for her own well being as it is written in the tenets that a woman must copulate frequently to keep the 'seed' in her womb from growing stale and causing her harm. Then King George passes as she is plunged even deeper into the perils of her dilemma...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baron LeSade
• Release date: Apr 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310884832

Baron LeSade

Howdy, I'm a Texan by birth and a Nevadan an accident of fate. Retired after twenty-eight years in the USAF and now live on a horse ranch just outside of Reno, Nevada. I used to write for literotica, but decided I might as well write for myself as it was a lot more profitable....

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What is wrong, My Lord? Queen Millicent tearfully asked, lying in the midst of the furs and silks next to her husband, King George. Do thee not find me pleasing to thy eyes anymore, My Lord?

As she spoke she could see the king’s flaccid, lifeless penis lying on his hairy belly showing no sign of arousal although she was devoid of clothing. And she was a beautiful young woman. The most beautiful in the land some said. This had never been a problem before. Never in all of their eighteen years of marriage.

Alas, my dear, the problem does not lie with thee, I’m afraid, the king muttered, reaching over, brushing the backs of his stubby fingers down his young wife’s cheek. The surgeons do not know the reason for this sudden weakness of the flesh. They say it has something to do with my heart, but they do not know what. I think old age is beginning to overtake me, my Lady. I wish that it were not so…

It is not my fault? Can I dress differently? Is there something I could do to revive it? The surgeons, they say there is no cure for this weakness of the flesh? Millicent asked him, reaching down, brushing her long, slender fingers up the king’s dormant manhood.

Sadly, they do not think so, but they are scouring the testaments in search of a cure, he frowned, running his fingers through Millicent’s long, dark hair.

Perhaps if the king were to vacate his bed more often. Take walks in the gardens outside, it would revive his spirit and, thee never know, perhaps it could revive other things too, she smiled at him, gently grasping hold of his comatose cock.

Perhaps, my Queen, but I do not have the energy I once had.

There is nothing I can do, My Lord? she asked, her voice betraying her concern, as she leaned down and pressed a tender kiss upon the crown of king’s dormant member.

Perhaps, if you would, you know, if you would take it in your mouth, it might respond, he guardedly suggested.

Anything…if it will please, my Lord, she murmured. She had done this before for the king. It was nothing new between them. The king had always loved to have her take his manly weapon into her mouth and finish him that way. But this was different. It was not out of a yearning for something different. This would be out of necessity for there was no other way for him to obtain release unless she used her hand. But that did not seem to bring him the same pleasure and satisfaction she could bring him with her mouth.

Then turning, laying down beside him, she rested her head on his belly. Easing her hand under his limp cock, Millicent gently lifted it up off his hairy belly and up to her lips. As she gently sucked him inside her mouth, she heard a soft murmur of approval vibrate through his belly…

Was this to be the nature of sex for them for the remainder of time, Millicent sadly wondered as she softly sucked on the king’s uncooperative man-thing? She did