I Became The Extra King With Seven Wives-Chapter 45: Corridor Breakfast with Regina R-18

"Are you sure you don’t wish for breakfast, Your Majesty?"

Regina’s voice followed me from behind as I moved through the corridor, her soft footsteps keeping pace with mine.

"I stopped taking breakfast years ago, Regina," I said without slowing.

"I... Is that so?" she asked, genuine surprise coloring her tone.

She wouldn’t have known. Only Alice had been with me long enough to learn my habits, to understand the small disciplines I’d built into my days.

"Back then I already carried quite a substantial frame," I explained, glancing ahead. "I had no wish to make myself larger, so I refused to eat anything in the mornings, nothing until lunchtime, save perhaps some fruit."

"Shall I fetch some fruits for Your Majesty?" Regina offered immediately, her voice brightening with eagerness to be useful.

I smiled and slowed, glancing back at her. Then I reached out and drew her gently toward the wall, pressing her back against the stone.

"No need," I said, my thumb lifting to find her lips, tracing slowly across their softness. "I already have the most marvelous fruit right here."

"Y—Your Majesty..." Regina’s cheeks flooded with color.

"I’ve changed my mind," I told her, holding her gaze. "I’ll take my breakfast here." My hand dropped to her skirt and drew it upward, the fabric whispering against her legs as I revealed them inch by inch.

"Your Majesty...someone might come—" Regina breathed, her eyes darting down the corridor in both directions. But I didn’t miss the tremor beneath her nervousness, the flicker of anticipation she couldn’t quite conceal.

"Then I shall be quick before anyone arrives," I replied simply.

"But what about—" She looked around for Leilah, her brow knitting with confusion when she found the corridor empty. Her eyes returned to mine, uncertain.

I leaned in close, bringing my lips to the shell of her ear.

"Let me taste you again, Regina," I whispered.

The tips of her ears turned scarlet instantly. She swallowed once, visibly.

"I am yours, Your Majesty," she said, her flushed face angled downward.

I smiled and sank to one knee, disappearing beneath the layers of her skirt, the fabric draping over my head and creating a warm, private darkness scented with her perfume and her heat.

My eyes adjusted quickly. There, a pair of white undergarments hugging her lower lips, modest but practical. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and drew them down, letting them pool around her ankles. Her pussy came into view immediately, already betraying her, the delicate folds just beginning to glisten, her body responding before I’d even touched her properly.

Her fragrance reached me at once.

"Your Majesty...please—ahnn~" Regina gasped as I drew a single fingertip along her slit, the lightest possible contact.

She shivered against the wall.

"Wider, Regina," I said. "Move your feet apart."

She obeyed without hesitation, shifting her stance to give me room, opening herself to me in the quiet of the corridor with nothing but a thin veil of skirt fabric between her and the world.

"You’re as beautiful as ever down here," I told her softly, eyeing her up close, her slit neatly closed, the pale pink of her labia just barely peeking through like petals parting, glistening faintly, waiting to be plucked.

So I didn’t make her wait.

I leaned in and swept my tongue slowly across her folds, clit to entrance in one gentle stroke.

"Ahh—ahan!" She let out a soft gasp as her hand dropped instinctively to my head beneath the fabric. She caught herself immediately, pulling it away.

"Y—Your Majesty, I—ahnnn—hmmm!" She bit back the sound as I licked her again, my tongue pressing more stronger this time, parting her outer lips and finding the warmth within.

She came immediately, a quick, helpless release that flooded against my mouth before I’d barely begun, her body wound so tightly from anticipation that the first real contact released her completely.

I licked through her release carefully, tasting every drop, feeling her squirm against the wall as the aftershocks moved through her thighs. Above me, her hand hesitantly settled against the fabric bunched at my crown, as though she couldn’t decide whether to push me away or press me closer.

Pulling back just slightly, I brought my index finger to her entrance and eased it inside slowly, letting her feel every inch of intrusion.

"Ahan—yes~" She breathed out, the words slipping through her control entirely, her cheeks surely blazing as her knees softened beneath her. I pressed deeper and felt her walls close warmly around my finger.

I began to graze those sensitive inner ridges in gentle circles while my tongue returned to the top of her folds, kissing along the soft hood of her clit, tracing it with feather-light strokes rather than attacking it directly.

Making her chase it.

"Ahhn....Your Majesty...ahn...this...hm!" She squirmed against me, her hips rolling involuntarily, drawing my finger deeper inside her of their own accord. "Ahhh—!" Following another sharp gasp as I curled against a particularly sensitive spot, her thighs tightened around my hand.

Her palm found the back of my head again, and this time, she didn’t withdraw it. Her fingers settled into my hair with timid, trembling pressure.

"I—I apologize—ohhh!" The apology dissolved immediately into a moan as I rewarded her with a firmer press of my tongue.

"Don’t," I said quietly, my breath ghosting directly across her slick, sensitive folds.

She whimpered at the sensation, her hips stuttering forward, chasing my mouth and I smiled against her heat, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching her open in the dim, rustling warmth beneath her skirts while the corridor remained perfectly silent around us.

"Ahnn~aaah... hmm... yes... uhnnn... ahhh!"

Regina’s gasps spilled into the corridor in breathless waves as I worked two fingers steadily inside her slick pussy, curling and pressing against her inner walls with patience and experience.

She was extraordinary tight, clenching around my fingers with an eager, greedy grip that told me everything. And somehow she seemed even more sensitive than she’d been the first time I’d taken her. Her body had learned what pleasure felt like and now craved it desperately, reacted to the smallest provocation with shivering immediacy.

If I buried my cock inside her again, I was certain she’d come completely undone.

"Look how wet you are, Regina," I whispered with a quiet chuckle as she came again around my fingers, her arousal flooding over my knuckles in a warm rush, coating my hand completely. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, milking my fingers through every pulse of her release.

I withdrew them slowly, dragging them along her sensitive walls on the way out.

"Ahh—" Regina’s breath caught sharply and her hand tightened around my wrist instinctively, fingers pressing against my skin as though she could delay the loss. The soft, bereft sound she made nearly made me smile against her thigh.

I replaced my fingers immediately with my mouth.

I pressed my lips fully against her drenched folds and licked her in one long, thorough stroke from entrance to clit, drinking deeply.

"Ahhh....ahnnn....yes! Y—Your Majesty... please—hmm! Ohhh!" Her hips rolled forward helplessly, chasing my tongue as I worked quick, focused strokes along her slit, coaxing more from her trembling body.

Then I sealed my lips around her clit and attacked it directly, no more teasing, no more circling.

Her eyes flew wide.

"Ahhh!! Your Majes—Ahnnnnnn!!"

She came hard against my mouth, her orgasm breaking with sudden, overwhelming force, her release flooding my lips and spattering warm against my nose and chin. I kept my mouth pressed against her, sucking her swollen flesh clean, my tongue working through every trembling aftershock until she had nothing left. Soft, broken gasps fell from her lips as she squirmed against the wall, her whole body shuddering with the effort of remaining upright.

I kept her standing with one palm braced against her outer thigh, anchoring her while she came apart.

"Ahh... mnnh... ahh..." She whimpered quietly, her sounds softening into something delicate and exhausted as the last of her pleasure ebbed away, leaving her flushed and trembling and spent.

When I’d tasted every last trace of her, her particular blend of sweetness and tart warmth that I was quickly becoming far too fond of, I finally pulled back and rose to my feet.

She was completely wrecked. Flushed from her hairline to her chest, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted around shallow breaths. Her hair had loosened slightly at her temples, damp with a bit of sweat.

When her hazy blue eyes found mine, she blushed a vivid scarlet as though only now registering the full reality of what had just transpired in a palace corridor. Unshed tears of overwhelmed pleasure shimmered at the edges of her lashes, catching the light.

I leaned in without a word and closed my mouth over hers.

"Hmm~" The small sound she made was barely a reaction before her eyes fluttered shut and she yielded entirely, her fingers curling into the fabric of her skirts as I kissed her slowly and thoroughly, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue.

I held the kiss for several long seconds before drawing back.

My fingers found her chin, tilting it gently upward.

"Thank you for breakfast," I said softly, smiling.

She nodded weakly.

I stepped back and gave her space, watching with quiet amusement as she drew several steadying breaths and then reached down with clumsy, tired hands to smooth her skirts back into place, patting the fabric down with hurried and awkward pats.

When she finally looked back up at me, cheeks still blazing, a small shy and pleased smile had found its way onto her lips.

"Shall we?" I said.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Regina answered, her voice soft and still slightly hoarse, but her flushed smile bloomed just a little wider as she fell into step beside me.