The maid placed two teacups on the table and left. The Queen's chambers were quiet except for the soft rustling of the curtains in the gentle breeze. Liliana sat at the table, staring out of the window with a furrowed brow. She had been waiting for Prince Anon for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, there was a knock at the door. Liliana's heart skipped a beat as she rose to her feet, smoothing her gown and taking a deep breath. She walked to the door and opened it, revealing Prince Anon standing outside.
He was younger than she had expected, with tousled brown hair and a mischievous glint in his eye. He was dressed in fine clothes, but they were rumpled and askew, as if he had just run through the woods. Liliana felt a pang of amusement at the sight, but it was quickly overtaken by her nervousness.
"Your Highness," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Welcome to our kingdom. Please, come in."
Anon grinned and stepped inside, his eyes darting around the room as he took in the elaborate furnishings and decorations.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly. "I've heard so much about your kingdom and its beauty."
Liliana felt a flush rising to her cheeks at his words, and she turned away to pour the tea. As she did, she felt Anon's eyes on her, watching her every move.
"I hope you like tea," she said, offering him a cup. "It's a special blend from our gardens."
Anon took the cup and sipped it, his eyes lighting up with pleasure.
"It's delicious," he said, grinning at her. "You have a talent for tea-making, Your Majesty."
Liliana felt her heart flutter at the compliment, and she found herself staring at Anon's lips as he spoke. There was something about him, something boyish and carefree, that was starting to awaken a desire within her.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. This was inappropriate, unseemly. She was the queen of the elves, and he was a lowly human.
But as Anon continued to talk, his words tumbling out in a stream of enthusiasm and curiosity, Liliana found herself drawn in by his energy and charisma. She laughed at his jokes, listened intently to his stories, and found herself opening up to him in a way that she had never done with anyone else.
As the afternoon wore on, Liliana and Anon talked and laughed and drank tea, until the sun began to set and the candles flickered to life. Liliana realized, with a start, that she had spent hours in Anon's company without even noticing the time passing.
And as she looked into his eyes, bright and full of life, she realized with a jolt that she was falling for him.
***
Queen Liliana's long pointed ears curled as she felt the cold air flow across her bare body, and felt a hot sensation in her core as Prince Anon's gaze fell upon her. She stood before him, tall and proud, naked except for the golden crown on her head. Anon stood before her, his body small and lithe compared to her curvaceous form, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire.
Liliana could feel his gaze moving over her body, lingering on her full breasts and rounded hips. She could see the desire in his eyes, mixed with a hint of trepidation. She knew that he was a virgin, that he had never been with a woman before, and the thought of being his first filled her with a sense of excitement and power.
Without a word, Liliana took Anon's hand and led him to the bed. With a graceful motion, Liliana pushed Anon back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him with her legs. She could feel his body trembling beneath her, his eyes wide as he gazed up at her. She could feel the height difference between them, the way her body completely enveloped him, and it made her feel even more powerful.
"Relax, my prince," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. "Let me show you the pleasures of the flesh."
Anon nodded, his eyes filled with trust, and Liliana smiled. She began to kiss him, her lips soft and warm against his, her tongue teasing at his lips until he opened his mouth to her.
As they kissed, Liliana's hands moved over Anon's body, exploring every inch of him. She could feel the softness of his skin, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath her touch. She could feel his body responding to her, his breath quickening, his arousal growing, the way his hips lifted to meet hers as she ground herself against him.
Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, her body enveloping his as she took him inside her. She could feel herself tighten reflexively around his length, the way he moaned softly as she moved atop him. The young prince began to thrust up into her, slowly at first, but soon increasing in pace and force. His eyes closed as he moaned softly, unable to handle the pleasure, and Liliana smiled, knowing that she had him under her control.
As Liliana rode him, her body moving in a slow, sensuous rhythm, she could feel Anon growing more and more aroused. His body was responding to her touch, and she could feel his erection growing harder and thicker inside her. She bent forwards, her breasts pressing against his face to be eagerly licked and sucked due to the size difference between them, her hands on his shoulders as she moved in a steady rhythm.