She trembled.
"Aren't you going to serve the king," he said. "In a way that he likes?"
Her face flushed.
"H-How?" she whispered. Her voice was barely audible. "What... what do I need to do?"
"I want to fuck you," he said. His voice was the same. Low. Conversational. The voice of a man who is stating a fact. "When you get throned. For this kingdom."
She trembled.
She nodded.
"As you say," she whispered, trembling while clearly setting her eyes as if she did not want to tell him how she wanted his cock inside her now.
~ The Coronation
A week passed.
