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Act as my publisher and editor of my third romance novel, and please let me know if there’s anything I should change grammatical about the following text: Alistaire Redmond sits on my mouth and begins to ride my face like she’s comfortably galloping in a saddle at stride with her horses gated rhythm. As her precum drenches my mouth with nectar, her pelvic mound swells to fill my entire mouth, full and wholeheartedly filled, and almost immediately the pleasure causes me to cough and gag, making her quickly grab my head and hold my hair like reigns to guide and direct my piercing reach to its rightful place and be buried in the place of her choosing. I could almost hear her grinning as she bit her lip gratified by her insistence of my needed positioning, right where her majesty required me. Her enormous cleavage revealed above me for the audience that stared down at us from the short balconies above and beyond the shadows of the candles, the silhouettes of the spectators dancing in concert with the heavy breaths and agonizing moans that cascaded down from their heavenly perched view of our hearts mending the night’s fears and uncertainty over what might come next in this year of our lady’s fate as the new millennium began her reign over her subjects. I was honored to have her reigned above me as my rider and trainer in this unscripted journey through her new commanding presence at such a magnificently pivotal moment in the evolution of her majesty’s court and its infamously powerful deviants. Her exposed chest bravely rising and falling with the ebbs and flows of a hard and deep trollop above me, reminding me all too well how much I had sacrificed to be certain my honor and dignity were openly available for her needs and desires. After all, i had been ever vigilant…ever hopeful, she might make me the foundation of stability she so desperately wanted and that her new station now offered to those who would serve her unapologetically. “I missed you Siren”, she said in a whispered tone, made ever louder by its muted sound by that perfect heart of ice which she had always possessed and which inspires so many to obey like witless thieves of all things wholesome and pure. Their devotion now garnered, their love and faithfulness now made firm by the pledges of their commitment, a chorus rising into the hollow ceilings many yards above and beyond the scope of judgement, and though these loyal supporters had all but abandoned coming to her aid, they were now hers, lacking any say in their comings and goings, as the aching disparity of such lustful souls could clearly be heard rising to meet her rendezvous with her own edge of agony and ecstasy as it suddenly arrived for her, cresting at its precipice. The perfect contentment drawn upon her face as if the stars above were forced to tears in forgiveness of a longing so vital, To deny it would be paramount to a deathless surrender and denial of divinity. She quickly pulls my right hand away from her buttocks and swallows my fingers, deeply suckling the tips of each one like she might bring forth a burst of joyously sweet love from my loving glance. Here the essence of bliss for a young woman of whom the world had demanded so much could be felt as her juices were being stripped clean from my grasp, and as her eyes closed, forgetting the ever present danger of courteous and often violent encounters between the men and women of her kingdom, the essential element of her beauty was felt by those just out of sight above. Their eyes filled half of sight and full of illuminated inspiration as the deepest and most precious breathtaking was being shared among the would be puppet masters. The slowing of their movements and the decrescendo of their satisfaction releasing the queen from her torment in final worship. Her weightlessness sinking down around my shoulders and welcoming lips, my hands strengthening their grasp on her hips, matching the sway of her completion, and the waning flow of energy as it poured across and down my cheeks. The pain of her courtly duty’s once barren of fate, now the highest of heights for others to aspire to greatly. She bites her lip, and sinks onto me further with her arms draping past my shoulders and her hands coming to rest upon my chest. The gentle touch of her hair made me shiver a moment as she pushed back and away from my lips and laid her head down on my bare skin, her cheek coming to rest against mine. !Instead of Alistaire Redmond sits on my mouth and begins to ride my face like she’s comfortably galloping in a saddle at stride with her horses gated rhythm. As her precum drenches my mouth with nectar, her pelvic mound swells to fill my entire mouth, full and wholeheartedly filled, and almost immediately the pleasure causes me to cough and gag, making her quickly grab my head and hold my hair like reigns to guide and direct my piercing reach to its rightful place and be buried in the place of her choosing. I could almost hear her grinning as she bit her lip gratified by her insistence of my needed positioning, right where her majesty required me. Her enormous cleavage revealed above me for the audience that stared down at us from the short balconies above and beyond the shadows of the candles, the silhouettes of the spectators dancing in concert with the heavy breaths and agonizing moans that cascaded down from their heavenly perched view of our hearts mending the night’s fears and uncertainty over what might come next in this year of our lady’s fate as the new millennium began her reign over her subjects. I was honored to have her reigned above me as my rider and trainer in this unscripted journey through her new commanding presence at such a magnificently pivotal moment in the evolution of her majesty’s court and its infamously powerful deviants. Her exposed chest bravely rising and falling with the ebbs and flows of a hard and deep trollop above me, reminding me all too well how much I had sacrificed to be certain my honor and dignity were openly available for her needs and desires. After all, i had been ever vigilant…ever hopeful, she might make me the foundation of stability she so desperately wanted and that her new station now offered to those who would serve her unapologetically. “I missed you Siren”, she said in a whispered tone, made ever louder by its muted sound by that perfect heart of ice which she had always possessed and which inspires so many to obey like witless thieves of all things wholesome and pure. Their devotion now garnered, their love and faithfulness now made firm by the pledges of their commitment, a chorus rising into the hollow ceilings many yards above and beyond the scope of judgement, and though these loyal supporters had all but abandoned coming to her aid, they were now hers, lacking any say in their comings and goings, as the aching disparity of such lustful souls could clearly be heard rising to meet her rendezvous with her own edge of agony and ecstasy as it suddenly arrived for her, cresting at its precipice. The perfect contentment drawn upon her face as if the stars above were forced to tears in forgiveness of a longing so vital, To deny it would be paramount to a deathless surrender and denial of divinity. She quickly pulls my right hand away from her buttocks and swallows my fingers, deeply suckling the tips of each one like she might bring forth a burst of joyously sweet love from my loving glance. Here the essence of bliss for a young woman of whom the world had demanded so much could be felt as her juices were being stripped clean from my grasp, and as her eyes closed, forgetting the ever present danger of courteous and often violent encounters between the men and women of her kingdom, the essential element of her beauty was felt by those just out of sight above. Their eyes filled half of sight and full of illuminated inspiration as the deepest and most precious breathtaking was being shared among the would be puppet masters. The slowing of their movements and the decrescendo of their satisfaction releasing the queen from her torment in final worship. Her weightlessness sinking down around my shoulders and welcoming lips, my hands strengthening their grasp on her hips, matching the sway of her completion, and the waning flow of energy as it poured across and down my cheeks. The pain of her courtly duty’s once barren of fate, now the highest of heights for others to aspire to greatly. She bites her lip, and sinks onto me further with her arms draping past my shoulders and her hands coming to rest upon my chest. The gentle touch of her hair made me shiver a moment as she pushed back and away from my lips and laid her head down on my bare skin, her cheek coming to rest against mine. "The sun rose over the distant mountains, casting a warm glow upon the fields below. The soft petals of the wildflowers glistened with dewdrops, as though each tiny droplet was a precious gem. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming honeysuckle, and the twittering of birds echoed through the trees. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated beauty, a symphony of nature that left me breathless and in awe of the world's majesty." ~The Carol of Court by Lord Sireden Lovesert Alistaire Redmond and I share a tender moment as she guides my head towards her, with her hands gently entwined in my hair. The intimate touch of her lips on mine sends shivers down my spine, and I feel a rush of pleasure as she fills my mouth with her essence. The audience above watches us with admiration as we connect on a deeply emotional level, lost in the moment of our intimacy. As we continue, Alistaire pulls away from me and tenderly lays her head against my chest, her soft breaths and gentle touch filling me with warmth and contentment. Our bodies entwined, we are lost in the moment, completely and wholly consumed by our love and passion for each other. Alistaire gently takes my hand and guides me to a comfortable position. As she begins to move, I feel the warmth and wetness of her lips and tongue, sending shivers down my spine. I sink deeper into the experience, reveling in the sensation of her body against mine. With each passing moment, the pleasure grows more intense, until I can no longer contain my ecstasy. As we reach the pinnacle of our desire, I am filled with a sense of fulfillment and joy, grateful for the intimacy we have shared. As her body moves rhythmically against my mouth, I feel a sense of deep connection between us, a dance of pleasure and desire. The way she guides me with her hands, holding my head gently but firmly, tells me that I am exactly where she wants me to be. The taste of her on my tongue is sweet and intoxicating, and I am completely lost in the moment. As we move together, her hands explore my body, caressing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. I feel her fingers glide across my chest and down to my hips, and I know that she wants me just as much as I want her. But this is not just about physical pleasure, it's about something deeper. It's about the way our souls connect, the way we understand each other on a level that goes beyond words. It's about the trust and intimacy that we share, the way we can give ourselves completely to each other. In this moment, nothing else exists. It's just her and me, lost in the rhythm of our bodies and the intensity of our passion. And as we come together in a powerful explosion of pleasure, I know that I have found something truly special. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as Alistaire Redmond pressed herself against me, her lips hot against mine as she kissed me deeply. My senses were overwhelmed by the scent of her perfume and the taste of her on my tongue. She moved with grace and confidence, taking control of the situation as she guided me towards her bed. As we tumbled onto the soft sheets, I felt her hands on my body, caressing me with a passion that left me gasping for air. She explored every inch of me, leaving no part untouched as she drove me to the brink of ecstasy. I couldn't believe how much I wanted her, how my body seemed to ache for her touch. Her fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I surrendered myself to her. As we lay there, spent and breathless, I knew that I had found something special in Alistaire. Something that I couldn't live without. And as she held me in her arms, I knew that I had finally found my home. However, as I began to delve deeper into her essence, I couldn't help but feel her sweet nectar dripping down my throat, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. It was as if she was riding the waves of pleasure, using me as her guide to the heights of bliss. She gazed down at me with a look of pure desire, and I couldn't help but surrender to her every whim. Her hands pulled me in closer, her body pressing against mine, as if trying to meld us together into one. Every touch, every breath, felt like a moment of pure rapture, a dance of passion that could never be replicated. In those fleeting moments, it was just the two of us, lost in a sea of desire and longing. Her eyes locked onto mine, the fire within them igniting my own, sending me deeper into the abyss of her desires. As I tasted her sweet nectar, I knew that this moment would forever be etched into my mind, a memory to be cherished for all time. In the end, it wasn't about the court, the audience, or the deviants lurking in the rafters. It was just us, lost in a moment of pure ecstasy, bound together by our mutual desires and needs. And in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered but the connection we shared. Chapter 1: The Encounter The sun was just beginning to set as Jane made her way to the local coffee shop. She had been going there for years, enjoying the quiet ambiance and the friendly staff. She was looking forward to a warm latte and some time to read her book. As she approached the door, she saw a man sitting at a table outside. He was wearing a suit and looked busy on his laptop. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should just come back later, but then decided to go inside. The usual barista greeted her with a smile and took her order. She grabbed her drink and headed towards the back of the shop to find a seat. She could feel the man's eyes on her as she walked by, but tried to ignore it. As she settled into her seat and opened her book, the man got up and walked inside. He approached her table and introduced himself as James. He explained that he had just moved to the area and was looking for some local recommendations. Jane was hesitant at first, but James seemed friendly and harmless enough. They chatted for a bit and exchanged numbers before James left to attend to his work. Over the next few weeks, Jane and James began to hang out more frequently. They would meet up at the coffee shop or go for a walk in the park. Jane enjoyed his company, but began to notice that he was becoming increasingly flirty. She wasn't sure how to feel about it, as she had never really dated anyone before. One day, James invited Jane over to his apartment for dinner. She agreed, excited to see what he had in store. When she arrived, James greeted her with a warm smile and a glass of wine. The apartment was beautifully decorated, with candles and soft music playing in the background. James had prepared a delicious meal and they sat down to eat. As they finished their meal, James leaned in and kissed Jane on the cheek. She blushed and looked away, unsure of what to do. James reached out and took her hand, leading her to the couch. He sat down beside her and began to stroke her hair. Jane felt a flutter in her stomach as James leaned in to kiss her. She hesitated for a moment before giving in to the moment. They kissed passionately for what seemed like hours, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound curiosity. Eventually, they moved to the bedroom, where James undressed Jane and began to explore her body. She had never felt such intense pleasure before and soon found herself lost in the moment. James was an expert lover, bringing her to heights of ecstasy that she had never experienced before. As they lay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Jane couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She had never felt so alive and free before. She looked up at James, who was smiling down at her, and knew that she was in love. As I made my way to the ballroom, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest. The ball was held in honor of Lady Annabelle, the newly appointed ruler of the kingdom, and I was eager to catch a glimpse of her. She was known for her beauty and grace, and I couldn't wait to see her in person. As I entered the ballroom, I was struck by the opulence of the place. The walls were lined with gold, and the floors were covered in plush red carpet. The chandeliers above were dazzling, and the room was filled with the sweet scent of flowers. I spotted Lady Annabelle immediately, and my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a stunning white gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was swept up in an elegant bun, and she wore a necklace that glittered in the candlelight. I approached her, bowing low. "Your Highness," I said, my voice trembling with awe. Lady Annabelle smiled warmly at me. "Hello, my dear. What brings you to the ball tonight?" "I wanted to pay my respects to you, Your Highness," I replied, my eyes fixed on her. She chuckled softly. "Well, you're always welcome here. Enjoy the festivities." With that, Lady Annabelle turned to greet other guests, and I was left to explore the ballroom. I danced with a few ladies, but my mind was always on Lady Annabelle. I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to be closer to her. Finally, I worked up the courage to approach her once more. "Your Highness," I said, taking her hand. She looked up at me, her eyes shining. "Yes?" "I...I was wondering if I might have the honor of a dance with you?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. Lady Annabelle smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I would love that," she said, and we made our way to the dance floor. As we danced, I couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria. Lady Annabelle was warm and kind, and I felt as though I was in a dream. But then, something changed. Lady Annabelle pressed her body closer to mine, her eyes locked on mine. I could feel her breath on my face, and my heart raced. And then, she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Meet me in my chambers," she said, her voice low and seductive. I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself. "Yes, Your Highness," I replied, and she slipped away from me, disappearing into the crowd. My mind was a blur as I made my way to Lady Annabelle's chambers. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never been with a woman of such high standing before. But as I reached her door, my nerves turned to excitement. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. And there she was, sitting on her bed, looking more beautiful than ever before. As the music reached its crescendo, Alistaire finally allowed herself to be led away from the ballroom, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she thought about what was to come. It had been too long since she had indulged in the pleasure that only another person's touch could bring. She followed her companion, a tall and imposing figure who had been watching her all evening, through the grand corridors of the estate. They passed by portraits of long-dead aristocrats and statues of ancient gods, until they reached a small door hidden away in a quiet corner. Without a word, the man opened the door and gestured for Alistaire to enter. She stepped inside and found herself in a dimly lit room, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. In the center of the room was a large bed, draped in silken sheets. Alistaire's heart was pounding in her chest as she approached the bed, feeling as though she was about to embark on an adventure into uncharted territory. As she climbed onto the bed, her companion followed her, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, their breathing heavy with anticipation. And then he reached out and touched her, his hands exploring every inch of her body. Alistaire moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips trailing down her chest and stomach. And then he was there, between her thighs, his tongue flicking over her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, gasping for breath, as he brought her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. As he entered her, Alistaire felt herself surrendering completely to the moment, to the pleasure that was coursing through her body. And as she looked up at the flickering candlelight, she knew that she would never forget this night, this moment, this feeling. As the music reached its climax, Alistaire's body began to writhe and shake with an intensity that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Her eyes locked onto mine, a fierce determination in their depths, and I knew that I was about to be taken on a journey that would test my limits and push me to new heights of pleasure and pain. Without warning, Alistaire leapt from the stage and landed in front of me, her hands grabbing me by the collar and pulling me close. Her lips crashed into mine with a ferocity that took my breath away, and I felt her teeth graze my lower lip before she plunged her tongue into my mouth. The crowd around us roared with approval, and I knew that we were no longer just two people locked in an embrace, but rather a spectacle for all to see. Alistaire's hands moved down my body, grabbing at my waist and pulling me closer as she ground her hips against mine, her body pulsing with energy. Suddenly, she broke away from me and spun around, her back arched and her hands reaching towards the ceiling. The crowd gasped as her dress fell away, revealing her naked form, lithe and graceful, and I felt my heart race at the sight of her. She turned back to me, a wicked grin on her face, and beckoned me towards her with a single finger. I stepped forward, my body trembling with anticipation, and she grabbed me by the hand, leading me towards a curtained alcove at the back of the room. As we disappeared from view, I could hear the crowd's whispers and murmurs growing louder, their imaginations no doubt running wild with what was happening behind the curtain. But I was too lost in the moment to care. All that mattered was the woman in front of me, and the pleasure that awaited us both. As the last strains of music faded, the room erupted into thunderous applause, the audience on their feet in appreciation of the performance. Alistaire took a deep breath, savoring the moment as she stood alone on stage, her body thrumming with the energy of the crowd. As the applause died down, she slowly turned and walked off stage, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. She made her way to a private room at the back of the theater, where she was greeted by her lover, a young and eager woman named Siren. Siren's eyes were bright with excitement as she took Alistaire's hand, leading her to a plush velvet couch. They sat down together, their hands entwined as they gazed into each other's eyes. "I have something special planned for us tonight," Siren whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I want to make you feel like the queen you are." Alistaire's heart raced at the words, her body already responding to the touch of Siren's hand. She leaned in, her lips meeting Siren's in a deep and passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as they explored each other's mouths. As they broke apart, Alistaire could feel the heat building between them, the desire for each other burning hotter with each passing moment. She leaned in again, her lips tracing a path down Siren's neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there as she felt Siren's hands begin to roam over her body. They continued like this for what felt like hours, lost in each other's touch and desire. Finally, Alistaire pulled back, her eyes meeting Siren's as she whispered, "I want you to ride my face." Siren's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure, a look of determination spreading across her face. "As you wish, my queen," she said, her voice low and sultry.
