Versailles pulsed like a living beast. Scaffolds groaned, dust mingled with perfume. Mirrors threw back flushed faces. Louise hurried through the Galerie des Glaces, heart hammering. Her light gown whispered over marble. Athénaïs snatched her wrist. Musk scent invaded. ‘Rushing to pray or fuck, dove?’ Lips brushed ear. Louise’s cheeks burned. Temples throbbed. ‘The King craves open thighs, no catechism hesitations.’ Eyes slid to Louise’s mouth, cleavage. Heat pooled low. Louise fled to the dim chapel. Kneeling, beads bit palms. Images assaulted: Athénaïs guiding cock, drinking seed. Fingers betrayed, slipping under skirts. Pussy slick, clit swollen. She rubbed frantic circles. ‘On l’accueille, on boit.’ Hips bucked. Spasm ripped through. Gasp swallowed in sleeve. Shame flooded, but core smoldered.
Athénaïs smirked behind Diana tapestry. Young footboy dusted silver. She yanked his cravat, freed his stiff cock. ‘Pound me raw, no prayers.’ Skirts hiked, she bent over table. He thrust wild. Plates rattled. She clawed wood, moaning filth. Seed spilled hot inside. She straightened, cool as dawn.
The Fever
Blue-sealed note burned Louise’s palm. She knocked at third hour post-vespers. Boudoir glowed candlelit, heavy with musk. Athénaïs locked door, dragged her close. Brutal kiss crushed lips. Corset ripped open. Breasts spilled, nipples peaked. Teeth grazed, pinched. ‘Virgin tits for the King.’ Skirts shoved up. Pussy glistened. Athénaïs knelt, tongue speared folds. Louise screamed, fingers knotted in golden hair. ‘Suck my holy cunt.’ Climax shattered her. Then on knees, Louise lapped Athénaïs’s dripping slit. Bitter-sweet nectar. Valet peeked, gaped at tongue-fucked marquise. ‘Scram or get gelded.’ Rumors ignited.
Jealousy flared days later. Louise burst in: Athénaïs astride knight, tits bouncing, snarling ‘Fuck like a king, idiot.’ Rage boiled. Corridor clash. Slap echoed. They tumbled into tapestry. Fists flew, then fingers plunged wet heat. ‘Filthy whore.’ ‘Holy slut.’ Louise bucked on invading digits, scratching shoulders. Hate-fueled orgasm quaked her.
The Blaze
King’s masked ball: lascivious gods. Louis as Jupiter, cock tenting. Louise in sheer Diana, legs bare. Athénaïs Vénus, breasts heaving. Throne command: ‘Honor me together.’ Silk bed dragged center. Athénaïs devoured Louise’s pussy amid gasps. King’s cock rammed her throat. Gagging, tears streaming, hips grinding. He spurted face. Orgy erupted: flesh slapping, moans rising. Satyrs rutted, abbé exposed ass-fucked. They kissed sloppy, fingers mutual-fisting to screams. Dawn left king snoring, court spent.
Chapel refuge. Louise prostrated, pussy still leaking. Athénaïs invaded, fingers reclaiming slick core. ‘God watches.’ Climax choked prayers. Later, entwined naked: ‘I loved him, but only his cock.’ ‘Now mine owns you.’ Tongue circled clit again. Louise shattered, lost in flames.
Skin cooled slow. Bodies stuck sweat-slick. Versailles whispered, but they burned eternal.