Confessions of a Sheba Queen

by Autumn Bardot

  I pulled the dress over my head and stood before him, naked, with milk-heavy breasts and a mother’s curved belly. Milk leaked from my nipples.

  Solomon whimpered. “I am jealous of my son. He suckles at your breast whenever he likes.”

  I brought my breasts together. “Then feast, my love.”

  His cock aimed at me, he charged across the room. Solomon pushed me against the wall and drove his divine cock into my wetness. I wrapped my thighs around his hips and crossed my ankles. Milk sprouted from my breasts as he thrust deep. With my arms locked around his neck, I arched back. Solomon dropped his head and suckled.

  He was ravenous, gorging on my breasts and packing my cunt with his cock.

  I pressed the back of his head to my breast. “Drink, my love, for I am Life.”

  Solomon squeezed my ass, released one nipple to savor the other. “I’m not leaving until you wean our son,” he said lifting his head.

  “I will never wean him,” I laughed.

  Solomon slammed into me with renewed vigor. My body responded, my spirit reawakened to Solomon’s all-consuming love. I cried out in ecstasy as physical bliss surged through my limbs and lightning flashed bright through my chamber.

  His cock inside me, Solomon walked toward the open door to the garden, where he laid me on the wet carpet in the doorway.

  I opened my mouth to receive the gift of rain.

  Solomon’s hands slid over my water-drenched body, glided over my breasts, arms, stomach, hips, and thighs. Rain plastered his hair to his head, and water ran down his face and into his beard. “I love you so much it hurts, Bilqīs.”

  “Then fuck me until it no longer does.” I guided his cock back inside.

  The night passed quickly. So did the weeks. In a blink, two months had passed. No amount of fucking quenched our ache for each other. Love and lust like ours transcended flesh and spirit. This made our royal duties, troubles, and joys that much sweeter.

  Solomon and I made secret visits to each other for the rest of our lives. Visits that will be buried in the sands of time.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Autumn Bardot is an author of historical fiction and historical erotica. Her debut historical erotica is Legends of Lust. Autumn, a pen name, has worked as an educator for over fifteen years. She has a passion for history and has a special affinity for the unsung courageous females that history has neglected. Autumn lives in Southern California with her husband and ever-growing family. She wishes she were one-tenth as brave as the women she writes about.

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