Kylie’s Throne with Kylie Jenner

[TheLW]

Kylie's Throne
With Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: Body Worship, Handjob, Oral, Public, Tit Play
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

(Story Inspired by Pixs)

Beneath a canopy of emerald leaves, sunlight fell in molten streams, draping her in warmth that seemed almost sacred. Kylie did not simply sit, she reigned. Her throne, an intricate lattice of polished obsidian and carved ivory, was draped with silk and intertwined with living vines, a pedestal for a queen born of sunlight and desire.

To her right, a man in flowing white linen moved like a shadow of devotion, fanning her with a palm frond. Each sweep was precise, reverent, as if he performed a ritual older than memory. His gaze never left her, drinking her in with a hunger carefully restrained.

On her left, another knelt, holding a golden bowl heavy with grapes, dew clinging to their skin like morning tears. He offered one to her lips. Kylie leaned forward, and took it. Her touch lingered, brushing his fingers, leaving him trembling, suspended between awe and need.

Kylie had been told their names, of course, but she could not be bothered to remember. In her mind, they became Troy and Orion. She smiled at them by those names, and they craved her attention, eager to live up to the mythology she assigned.

She was silent and commanding all at once. A mere tilt of her head, a half-smile, and the world bent around her. The men exchanged fleeting glances, rivals, disciples, slaves to her gravity.

Then, in one measured movement, she extended her hands, fingers brushing each of them. The fan fell to the ground, the bowl tipped, spilling its fruit. Roles reversed. Now they knelt fully beneath her gaze, and Kylie, the goddess incarnate, watched with amusement forming across her lips. They existed to adore, to worship, and she let them, indulged, amused, sovereign.

Time slowed around her. Every leaf, every whisper of wind, every flicker of light seemed to mark her dominion. And in that moment, beneath the green canopy, Kylie’s throne was more than a seat, it was the axis of desire itself.

The spilled grapes rolled across the mossy ground, their skins bursting under the weight of their own ripeness, releasing a sweet, tangy scent that mingled with the earthy musk of the forest floor. Troy and Orion remained on their knees, their breaths coming in shallow, synchronized rhythms, as if even their lungs obeyed her unspoken command. Kylie's fingers, still extended, hovered like a benediction. She let the silence stretch, savoring the way their eyes looked upward, pleading for direction, for permission to ascend from mere proximity to true devotion.

Finally, Kylie spoke, her voice a silken thread woven with authority. "Begin at my feet," she commanded, her tone low and unhurried, as if granting them a favor they scarcely deserved. "Show me your reverence. Kiss them. Worship them as the foundation of my empire."

Troy, the one who had fanned her, moved first. His hands trembled as he reached forward, his palms hovering inches from her skin before daring to touch. Her feet were elegant, arched perfectly, the skin smooth and warm from the sun's caress. He lowered his head, his dark hair falling forward like a curtain, and pressed his lips to the top of her right foot. The kiss was feather-light at first, a tentative brush that sent a shiver through him more than her. But Kylie arched her brow, a subtle signal, and he deepened it, his mouth opening slightly to taste the faint salt of her skin, mingled with the subtle floral oil she had been anointed with earlier.

Orion, not to be outdone, shifted on his knees, his linen tunic whispering against the ground. He took her left foot in his hands, cradling it as one might a fragile artifact. His fingers traced the delicate bones of her ankle, mapping the curve with reverence before his lips descended. He kissed the instep first, his tongue darting out to trace a slow, wet line along the arch. The sensation was electric for him, her skin tasted of power, of untouchable grace. Kylie watched them both, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. She leaned back against the throne, the silk draping her body shifting slightly, revealing more of her lithe legs beneath the gossamer gown that clung to her like a second skin.

They progressed upward, their kisses becoming more fervent. Troy's mouth trailed along her calf, his hands sliding up to support her leg, fingers kneading the firm muscle with just enough pressure to elicit a soft sigh from her. The sunlight dappled his back, highlighting the beads of sweat forming along his spine as his arousal grew, pressing against the confines of his tunic. He nipped gently at the sensitive skin behind her knee, his breath hot and ragged, each exhale a prayer against her flesh.

Orion mirrored him on the other side, but with a hunger that bordered on desperation. His kisses were wetter, more insistent, his tongue laving broad strokes along her shin, then circling her knee in slow, deliberate spirals. He sucked lightly at the tender spot where thigh met calf, drawing a faint mark that would fade by evening but lingered now as a testament to his zeal. Kylie's legs parted slightly, an invitation they dared not ignore, and they inched higher, their faces now buried against her thighs.

The air grew thicker, heavy with the scent of arousal, hers subtle and intoxicating, theirs more primal, a mix of musk and need. Troy's lips brushed the inner thigh, the skin there softer, more sensitive, quivering under his touch. He planted open-mouthed kisses, sucking gently, his teeth grazing just enough to tease without pain. Orion, emboldened, did the same on the opposite side, his hands gripping her thighs with careful strength, spreading them wider as he worshipped. Their heads nearly touched now, breaths mingling in the space between her legs, each man acutely aware of the other but focused solely on her.

Kylie let out a low moan of approval, her fingers threading through their hair, guiding them with gentle tugs. "Higher," she murmured, her voice like velvet over steel. But she stopped them just short of her core, her thighs clamping slightly to hold them in place. They froze, lips pressed to the crease where thigh met hip, their tongues aching to delve further. She reveled in their frustration, the way their bodies tensed, cocks straining visibly now against their clothing.

"Enough teasing," she said at last, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent. She pointed to Troy, her finger tracing an invisible line from his forehead to her lap. "You, Troy, keep kneeling between my legs. Taste me. Devour me as if your life depends on it." Then, turning to Orion, she beckoned him closer to her chest. "And you, Orion, worship my breasts. Use your mouth, your hands. Make me feel like the goddess I am."

Troy's heart pounded as he repositioned himself, sliding between her parted thighs. The gown she wore was thin, almost translucent in the sunlight, and he could see the outline of her sex beneath it, already glistening with anticipation. With reverent hands, he pushed the fabric aside, exposing her to the warm air. She was flawless, smooth and inviting, her folds slick with desire. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply. His tongue flicked out tentatively at first, tracing the outer lips, gathering her essence on his taste buds. It was ambrosia, intoxicating, and he groaned against her.

Emboldened, he delved deeper, his tongue parting her pussy lips to lap at her entrance. She was wet, so wet, her arousal coating his chin as he pressed his face closer. He sucked gently on her sex mound, the sensitive nub swelling under his attention, and Kylie arched slightly, her breath hitching. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them open as he worked, alternating between long, slow licks and rapid flicks. He circled her clit with the flat of his tongue, then dipped lower to thrust inside her, mimicking what he ached to do with his cock. Her hips rolled subtly against his mouth, guiding his pace, and he obeyed, sucking harder, his lips forming a seal around her as he hummed vibrations against her sensitive flesh.

Orion, meanwhile, had risen to his knees beside her, his eyes locked on her breasts. The gown dipped low, but he pulled it down further, exposing the perfect globes of Kylie, full and firm, nipples already pebbled from the cool breeze and her growing arousal. He cupped one in his hand, marveling at the weight, the softness contrasted with the hardened peak. Leaning in, he kissed the underside first, his lips trailing upward in a spiral until he reached the nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more fervor, his tongue swirling around the areola.

His free hand attended to the other breast, fingers pinching and rolling the nipple between them, eliciting a soft moan from Kylie. He alternated, mouth and hand switching sides, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through her. Her skin tasted of vanilla and salt, her breasts heaving with each breath as Troy's ministrations below intensified her pleasure. Orion buried his face between them, inhaling her scent, his cock throbbing against his tunic as he worshipped, his hands kneading the flesh with devotion.

Kylie was the center of it all, her body a symphony of sensations. Troy's tongue worked relentlessly, now focusing on her clit with precise, rapid strokes while two fingers slid inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot. She clenched around him, her walls fluttering as waves of pleasure built. Orion's mouth on her breasts added to the fire, his sucks and nips sending jolts straight to her core. She tangled her fingers in their hair, pulling them closer, directing their efforts with subtle pressure. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the canopy, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds.

The tension coiled tighter within her, a spring wound to breaking. Troy felt her thighs quiver around his head, her hips bucking against his face as he sucked harder, his fingers thrusting in time with his tongue. Orion bit down gently on one nipple, tugging it with his teeth, and that was the spark. Kylie shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body arching off the throne as she cried out, her juices flooding Troy's mouth. He lapped eagerly, prolonging her pleasure, while Orion soothed her breasts with gentle kisses, his hands stroking her sides.

As the aftershocks faded, Kylie pushed them back slightly, her chest heaving, a flush painting her skin. But she wasn't done, not by a long shot. Her eyes, dark with satiated lust, fixed on them both. "Stand," she commanded, her voice husky but firm. "Before me. Now."

They obeyed instantly, rising to their feet, their tunics tented obscenely by their erections. Kylie reached out, her hands deft as she pulled the fabric aside, exposing them. Troy's cock was thick, veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Orion's was longer, curved slightly, throbbing with need. She wrapped her fingers around each, stroking slowly at first, feeling the heat, the hardness, the way they twitched in her grasp.

"Look at you," she purred, her thumbs circling the tips, spreading the slickness. "So eager, so desperate. You'll cum for me, won't you? Cover my perfect tits with your hot, sticky cum."

She pumped them in unison, her grips firm, alternating speeds to tease. For Troy, she twisted her wrist on the upstroke, milking him with deliberate slowness, watching his face contort in pleasure. For Orion, she was faster, her hand gliding smoothly along his length, squeezing at the base to build pressure. Their hips thrust forward involuntarily, seeking more friction, but she controlled the pace, slowing when they got too close, edging them mercilessly.

The air was thick with their groans, the sounds of her hands on their flesh echoing in the grove. Pre-cum dripped from both, coating her fingers, making her strokes slicker. She leaned forward, her breasts still exposed, nipples hard from the cool air and residual arousal. "Closer," she whispered, pulling them nearer until their cocks hovered inches from her chest.

Kylie jerked them off harder now, her movements precise and unrelenting. Troy's balls tightened, his breath ragged as he neared the edge. Orion followed suit, his knees buckling slightly. Kylie smiled, triumphant, as she felt them swell in her hands. "Now," she ordered. "Cum for your goddess."

They erupted together, ropes of hot, sticky cum shooting from their cocks, splattering across her breasts. It was copious amounts, thick and white, coating her skin in warm streams that dripped down her cleavage, over her nipples, pooling in the valley between. Troy groaned deeply, his release pulsating in waves, while Orion whimpered, his hips jerking as he emptied himself onto her.

Kylie milked them dry, squeezing every last drop, then released them. They collapsed to their knees again, spent and adoring, as she lounged back, her body adorned with their tribute. The sunlight caught the glistening mess, turning it into a badge of her dominion. She traced a finger through it, bringing it to her lips for a taste, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Well done," she said softly.

The End