Creative Writing: Oedipus The King

1269 Words6 Pages

She kept her legs pressed tightly, denied him from traveling upward, she inquired in a humiliating tone "What is it that you want, my king?" "Please," he murmured. "Please, may I kiss you?" His harsh petitioning tone had nothing of a kingly stature. "Kiss me? That's all you desire? Your Queen is almost naked before you and all you desire is just to kiss me?" "Please." The sound was scratchy."Please, let me kiss you. Right on the spot, where you like it so much," he begged, the lust and desire almost too great. "Sire, you are a King. Why you kneel to me? Aren't I supposed to be on my knees before you?" Instead of justifiable arrogance and objection, the once proud king allowed the wave of submission to conquer him. "Please. Let me kiss you." …show more content…

Any of his subjects would be summarily imprisoned for speaking to him in such a way. Struggling with the burden of his office his mind deliberated on her words. He thought to conquer the disloyal woman, his eyes focusing on the blessed orifice between her legs. There were no notions of any royal command and behavior in him as he observed the exuberant display of a seductress before him. The Queen placed a pillow underneath her back lifting up her divine orifice to be served by her king, exposed her juicy milk buckets and further emphasizing her beloved shrine in between her legs. The sight of his prize was irresistible for the king and without thinking about the consequences of his actions he began to crawl towards his goal. Never in his life had he done such a demeaning act but the vision of her most desiring prize compelled him and blocked all his thoughts. As soon as his lips and tongue touched the divine orifice he barely heard her comment. "That's my slave. I will train you. You'll …show more content…

His were weakened and he was getting lost in his lust. Her beautiful buttocks rocked rhythmically as she toweled her long hair dry. As she finished her tasks, her eyes finally caught him. With a dashing and dominant gaze, she understood what was his center of attraction. She kept herself steady like an expert manipulator for long moments to consume his slave in her lusty thoughts. The King's eyes hardly shifted from her glorious fanny. Provocatively, the Queen bent further, very slowly, while noticing the effect her gorgeous buttocks had on him. She decided to conclude the exhibition as she turned towards him, covering herself with the