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The Matter of Heirs - Preview 3
🕑 Added 2021-07-25 14:38:59 +0000 UTCThis might end up the last preview? Starting to bring the story into its main meat, so there may be one more good scene for preview, but otherwise it should be a few more steps upwards and a ride to the end. Hope to get it done after the Patreon-Exclusives for next month (things have been busy coming back to things being open).
"With a small selection of her wardrobe made to fit, Queen Severina finally entered her throne room. Her chin was held high, proud, and her bulked-up arms lay decorated in layered sleeves that flowed with each small motion.
“Your majesty,” her steward gave a low bow of reverence, picking up a pace and a half behind her. Properly dressed, it was more difficult to tell anything was different, but the tailor had been summoned, leaving the seeds there might be something to look for.
“Stephanos,” the queen smiled to him on her way to her throne, “good. I will require you to start the day’s affairs.”
Again, the man dipped, his well-kept dark hair falling in front of his face in a soft wave, “Of course my liege. For what service do you have need of me?” he asked, turning his dark eyes to her and eagerly waiting upon her word.
“I would like you to send out a request for marriage to our neighboring kingdoms,” she explained, rising up the steps towards the seat from which she ruled.
Her steward paused, as if waiting to see if this might be some sort of farce. When her highness did not correct the matter, a wide grin spread across his face. “Of course, my queen,” he bowed once more, “I will have a letter drafted for every eligible bachelor-“
“No,” she stopped him, tearing his gaze back up to her, as she was settling into the royal seat. “A bachelor will not do. The offer of my hand goes out to a maiden.”
Stephanos paused, clearly confused by this twist from the queen. “A-a maiden your majesty?”
The look on his face was well expected, a grin crossing Lidia’s lips. “Yes,” she replied, raising her gloved hands to give a single clap before leaning back into her throne.
At her cue, Gianna stepped into the great hall, a pink tint in her cheeks. Her soft shoes padded with each step she took, up towards the queen, past the steward who continued watching on in confusion. Once before her monarch she paused, looking expectantly up at her with her off-green eyes.
The queen gave the girl her attention, lightly lifting her chin with her fingers, running her thumb over the girl’s bottom lip. “I believe I would like to use your mouth, Gianna,” she mused with a seductive purr.
Her consort gave a nod, and took the hem of her master’s dress in her hands. Still watching, the steward began to flush. “M-my liege,” he stammered as fabric began rising higher and higher, “this is hardly the time-“
He was stunned by her chocolate stare flicking up to him. She was not going to stop, her gaze spoke as much without a word, but the smirk on her face was something new. He knew better than to look away, watching as Gianna hiked their sovereign’s skirt over her knees, and pushed it back to reveal the semi-hard member between her legs.
The steward’s eyes went wide, ready to pop out of his head at the sight. “Y-your majesty-“
She cut him off with a regal hand, looking back down to her little consort; she wanted to watch, to enjoy fo have r a moment. The girl was warm in the cheeks, letting one hand take hold of the royal cock at its base and gently coax it to full mast with a few languid strokes. She wouldn’t linger on that long though, she’d been given a specific order, and would obey. Opening her maw, she scooted in closer, and engulfed the brimmed tip as far as it would go.
It was as good as Lidia imagined, much to the detriment of her plans. Her fingers were curling against the arm of her throne, nails nearly chipping the wood, as Gianna gently bobbed her head. The girl’s lips were stroking her length, her tongue trying to keep out of the way and tickling all she could take in with its rough texture. She needed to maintain her composure though; this was a demonstration of her strength, her intent, not a weakness.
“A maiden, Stephanos,” she managed on shaky words. “Mine is not the womb that will c-carry-“ she stammered as her consort’s teeth caused her to flinch, one hand jumping to entwine itself in the brunette’s locks, pushing her bonnet off her head, “carry my heir. I have been gifted by the gods themselves, and shall be the one to sire my kingdom’s future.”
The steward was still stunned, slack jawed and staring as he watched the profane display unfolding before him.
With her fingers upon her consort’s head, the queen realized the small ways she could encourage the girl. A small twitch of her slender digits, the lightest little pet like that of a dog, and she could feel the pleased hum in her servant’s throat; a vibration that had the sovereign nearly quivering in delight. Those green pools turned upward, looking positively adorable as they sought confirmation that she was doing well; and would earn her dinner.
Queen Severina’s answer was a simple nod, and at once Gianna redoubled her efforts, bobbing up and down upon the woman’s dick. The flared head found perch in the back of her consort’s throat, the muscles squeezing the over-sensitive organ and finally cracking that near perfect composure. With a grunt that shifted into a pleasured moan her rod jumped, startling her servant whose cheeks bulged with the copious ejaculation.
It was bitter, salty, but not bad. It was purely shock that had the brunette disengage and receive the next blast across her face, painting her bangs and landing across an eye and her cheek, a third exploding and coating her top across her modest bust.
“Good girl,” the hermaphrodite monarch cooed, stroking the girl’s hair as she looked up with a grin, hot cum she could not swallow in time dribbling over her lip.
Those chocolate eyes flicked back to Stephanos, still agape and lacking for words. “This shall have adequately displayed my virility,” she fiercely commanded, her gaze locked and stern as the throes of the pleasured high began to fade. “Send out the proposals! I would take a wife before the first leafs fall for winter.”
“Y-yes your majesty,” he somehow found his wits, dipping into a deep bow and scurrying off before he could witness more debauchery." - The Matter of Heirs by Madam Materia
