King and Queen of Hearts ~ a duet


   
Saturday night poker and the stakes are high
It’s a winner take all in a two card draw
Face to face as stern as the King and Queen are
Dressed to impress for the boudoir
The butler shuffles the cards
Hands out 5, all facing down
The King using one to shovel up his
The Queen lets them stay where they are

She shows a brief smile, the King catches on
No need to look, that’s not how she plays
She’s never been scared of a wager
Win or lose, she pays it no matter
She knows by the end of this seething night
They will both be writhing in pleasure
The only thought is to who is on top
The Queen winks and places her dare

The king’s left breathless, his heart beating fast
She didn’t look, how can he analyze her mood?
If she won’t show her tell or is she bluffing
She opens with a whip, he counters with his cane
They both now know, this is no game
“How many cards my queen?” he says
“None my king, I’ll play with these.”
A cough sneeks out, with a shake, his head blurred

He takes 2 cards, the next bet is hers
She still doesn’t peek, and that has him unnerved
He fumbles with his cards but lays them down
When upon the table, a length of rope is thrown
His breath rushes out, his desire flares
To feel the scratch of rough fibers biting his skin
It’s a game she knows he loves and hates to win
Now it’s up to him, bet or fold?

Should he let her have him, do as he’s told?
She hasn’t looked, not once, very bold
Staring at three kings in his hand
He places her favourite strap-on, on the table
She raises her eyes, the light creates a fire
Her fingers inch towards her cards
Should she peek before calling her bet?
The one thing he’s been after to get

She whispers a name that arouses the King
He’s in town, maybe just for the night
“He said he wants to play, my dear.”
The King suppresses a shudder
His mind crawls with unending pleasure
He almost misses the nudge of the Queen
It’s now time to pony up or drop out
One more look and he throws his cards down

“I’m out! Let’s see what you got!”
“My King, when you fold, you give up the right.”
“The sceptre is yours, my Queen, am humbled to serve.”
He strips to flesh and wraps a leather kilt
He twitches, as the Queen attaches nipple clamps
She licks his face and purrs in his ear
A feline roar escapes her breath saying
You are my bitch tonight

She leads the way to a waiting chamber
Picks up her whip as she goes
The King’s eyes sparkle with lust
He gives it as good as he gets
Tonight, the crown belongs to the Queen
He’ll submit to her every request
And now with another man to play
They will both be down on their knees

Side by side their burning scent rises
Manly odour filling nostrils
Semen oozes a trickle that upsets
The Queen is not pleased with her pets
Side by side, doggie down
Arms stretched out in front
A crack of the whip, splits the air between
It sparks to ignite her fiery reign

Painted in lines, highlighting her wrath
Both men shiver in wicked delight
Pain is their ultimate pleasure tonight
After ten stripes, she rolls them over
They lock eyes and exchange heated glances
Each one lingering on hard, dripping places
The Queen smiles as she sees their reaction
“Clean him up!” she directs, “Use your tongue!”

Pointing to her King while the Queen grabs a toy
The king pushes the man down on his back
Running his tongue up, from this scrumptious sack
The tongue swirls round head, a finger in his ass
The man sees his Queen with a strap-on, on
She says a word, the busy king moans a yes
The scent of lubrication an aphrodisiacs seduction
Tip of the cock, lays ready by the rim, The Queen pushes in

The King groans in rippling pleasure
As inch by inch, he is impaled
His eyes roll back, now full at both ends
Moans muffled by the cock in his mouth
He sucks as the Queen fucks his ass
Unrelenting, long slow strokes
Mimicked by his lips and tongue
He aches to come but needs the consent of the Queen

All pistons pumping, the Queen wraps around
To grasp the Kings swollen sceptre
Gaping hole, his mouth dripping sex
With each stroke the Queen strikes
The edge comes to life as if the sun rose high
And commands their release at once
A trifecta that would please Her Grace
As she spreads her legs with a take me face

She pulls the King to her mouth, pushes the other one down
With sex on his breath, the King whispers his love
He drinks in her cries from the other’s masterful tongue
His turn now, with his own swollen crown
To claim back the Queen for his kingdom
Their bodies join, no match for their hearts
Her fingers clutch, she rides rivers of lust
And screams out his name when she comes

a collaboration ~ written by ~ VictoryInTrouble & Ax

image found on google

This collaboration was a fun one, hot damn, yes it was….

another duet ha! i made a comment that I’ve become a duet slut, the reply was, you are not a slut, you’re a cheap whore BaHahaha……..fucking awesome 🙏

Vic, thank you for writing with me. Got to play poker, tease and scheme and the Queen came up on top, but like you said, in the end, everyone is happy 😜
and speaking of, love your ending here.

Friends, please visit Vic at VictoryInTrouble
surf through, you will find a treasure.

14 thoughts on “King and Queen of Hearts ~ a duet

  1. Fantastic duet by both of you! Loved it. But, then again, I’ve always had a thing for playing cards too.

  2. Beautiful, enthralling, fantastic! Well done to you two, bravo, bravo.
    Antony, I’m SO glad the fact I told you you were a cheap whore rather than a slut made it onto your blog! I’m crying with laughter over here 😀

    1. Thank you so much! Thank you for coming over to my blog to look around too. I can’t wait to do the same on yours! 🙂

  3. Whew, that’s a hot one. Bravo, you two. I must go now and find the King and up the ante with a reading.

    (LMAO – duet slut or cheap whore? ah, who’s to judge anyway!!!!)

  4. Reblogged this on VictoryInTrouble and commented:
    This is my first poetry collaboration and I was lucky enough to work with Antony. He is a sweetheart. It took only two sentences to spark his imagination and his beginning started us off on this adventure.
    He may be a duet slut, but we are the ones who reap the pleasure!
    Thank you again, A. It was awesome writing with you. ❤

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