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I walked over to my mirror on the wall.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

tell me… how did the King

learn of my plans tonight?

My Queen, he came to check

on you for dinner and heard

you in here screaming.

Why didn’t you say something?

My Queen, you did not ask.

I screamed out in frustration, pounding my fists against the wall on either side of the mirror. Stupid mirror!

There was a cautious knock at the door.

The healer. I rolled my eyes, irritated that I had to keep up this facade.

I opened the door, staying behind it to shield myself, allowing the man to enter.

“I was told you…” He stopped talking when he saw me standing in front of him, completely nude.

I closed the door and gently grabbed the bag from his hand. He was a handsome enough fellow.

“I wanted to see you.”

“M… M… Me?” He stuttered.

I led him over to the bed and pushed him down.

“H… H… how do you know about… me?” His eyes were wide with shock, but the growing bulge in his pants told me he was excited to see me.

“You?” I slid the jacket off his shoulders and placed my knee between his legs, letting it rub the inside of his thigh. I leaned over and whispered in his ear as I was undoing his tie. “The healer.”

“I… I…”

“Shh.” I placed my finger over his lips and pulled his tie off with my other hand.

He shook his head. “I don’t think…”

“Don’t think.” I grabbed his hands. “I need healing.” I pouted, placing his hands on my swollen breasts, and squeezed his fingers around them. I gasped out in pleasure as his nails bit at the skin, letting my knee rub against him.

“I… I…”

I ripped off his shirt and traced my fingers across his chest, letting my nails dig in, leaving traces of red lines. I pushed him back on the bed and pulled his pants down, freeing his hard cock, pausing to appreciate his size. This will do.

“I… I have a wife.”

I smiled at the poor bastard.

“I have a husband.” I retorted.

I crawled over top of him, letting my pussy brush against the tip of his dick and hung my breasts over his face, letting them swing on either side of his lips. I lowered my hips onto him slowly, letting just his tip go in and then raised back up. “Do you like that?”