Wrong Mixture p2

I forgot about this story from early 2024. Thought I would give it a sexy finish now that I have more experience.

Wrong Mixture p2.

            Jasmine gulped as the knights stormed into her quarters.  “You are to vacate the castle right away.”

            “But. . .”  She shook her head.  “I have nowhere to go.  You can’t do this.”

            “There is no time.  They are coming.”  The smell of blueberries filled the air.  “No, they are already here.”  The two knights pulled out their swords.  “We have to make our stand.  For King Leopold.”

            “What are you talking about?  Are we being invaded?”  Suddenly, the door was thrust open, and two naked women with skin as blue as the deepest sea sauntered in, their enormous breasts dripping with liquid that smelled like blueberries.  “Huh?”

            “Back demons.”  The knights pointed the swords at the naked blue women with shaky arms.  “Back, I say.”

            “Us?  Demons?”  One of the girls giggled.  “Do I look like a demon sister?”

            The other blue woman laughed, her sumptuous blue breasts bouncing up and down as blue liquid squirted out of her hard, erect nipples.  “Oh no.  You are just a sexy, ripe blueberry.”  She licked her lips as she turned her attention to the knights.  “Now, now.  Why don’t you put down that sword?  We don’t need such things in the kingdom of the blueberry queen.”

            The lady knight snorted.  “This kingdom belongs to King Leopold.  Your usurper Flora has no place here.”

            “Ohh, you are not any fun.”  The taller but rounder blueberry woman put her hands on her juicy hips.  “Now stop being so pouty.”  She suddenly jumped at the knight, knocking the sword to the side.  “Let’s get juicy.”

            “Hey!  Marshel, help!”

            He shook his head and dropped his sword before rushing for the door.  “Fuck this.  Sorry, Ivy.  You two are on your own.”  After he ran out of the room, the other blueberry girl closed the door.

            “Now we have all the time in the world.”  She licked her lips and shook her curvy, juicy hips.  “Are you ready for us to show you why Queen Flora is ever so special?”

            Jasmine gulped as the berry woman sauntered up to her.  “What are you talking about?  I. . .”  The blueberry woman’s lips connected with her own, a rush of heat, and juice surging into her body.  “Ohhhhh. . . .”  Jasmine was overcome by a sudden sense of lust, her hands reaching around the blue woman and gripping her voluptuous ass.  “Mhmmmmm.”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  Jasmine’s nipples hardened, ripping through her tunic and pressing against the berry lady’s squishy breasts as her skin turned blue.  “What. . . is. . . happening?”  She panted as her clothing began to tighten around her pulsing skin.  Blort.  “I. . . feel. . . sooo. . .”  She rubbed her belly against the other woman, moaning as it swelled and tightened against her clothing.  “Ughhh. . .”

            “You like it, don’t you?”  The woman licked Jasmine’s neck.  “It’s just so juicy, isn’t it?”

            “Soo. . .”  Shripppppp.  Jasmine’s linen pants ripped apart, blueberry juice dripping down her legs from her throbbing pussy.  “Sooo much juice.”

            “Yes.  Let it out.  Get big and juicy for your queen.”

            “For. . . the. . . queen.”  Her juicy, sumptuous breasts suddenly ripped through her tunic, slamming into the other woman’s boobs.  “Ohhhh fuck.”

            “Ohhh my.”  She grabbed Jasmine by her hard, erect nipples and pulled her in close, their round, tender bellies rubbing against one another.  “You are just so ripe.”  They kissed once again.  “I love it sooooooo much.”

            Blort.  Jasmine stumbled forward as her sumptuous ass surged with juice, each curvy butt cheek swelling almost an entire foot.  “Ohhhh god.”  She giggled as she watched the other woman fall to the ground.  “Oopsie.  My bad.”

            The other blueberry just flipped her hair.  “Ohhh.  Your bad?”  She once again grabbed Jasmine by her raw nipples and pulled her down on top of her juicy body, juice squirting in all directions.  “Ohhhhh fuckkkkk.”

            Jasmine panted.  “I. . . ohhhh. . . this is amazing.  I love being in service to Queen Flora.”  She giggled.  “What else can I do to help?”

            “You can help us gain more lovely juicy subjects.  Isn’t that right, Kora?”

            Kora moaned as her jiggling sumptuous breasts rubbed against the lady knight’s armor.  “Why yes, Beth.  You two can help with juicing up this knight.”  She moaned.  “Don’t you want to feel the love of Queen Flora?”

            Ivy sneered.  “Back, you demon.  I will not be tempted.”  She knocked Kora onto her curvy, voluptuous ass, blueberry juice oozing out of her pussy.  “I will smite you and bring peace to this kingdom.  You won’t curse me!”

            Beth pushed Jasmine up, Jasmine’s jiggling breasts and hard, stiff nipples dripping blueberry juice down onto her.  “Let’s go help our juicy friend, shall we?  I think this lady knight is being a tad too valorous for the wrong team.”

            Jasmine giggled.  “Yes, it’s for Queen Flora.”  She stood up before pulling Beth to her feet, their sumptuous breasts pressing tightly against one another and their cheeks turning bright purple.  “We can’t have her crying out for some icky king, can we?”

            “No, sister, we can’t.”  The three berry girls slowly surrounded the young knight.  “Time for her to ripen for the good of the kingdom.”

            Ivy held up her gauntlets.  “Stay back.  I am warning you.  Ughhh.”  Kora grabbed her arms as Jasmine pulled her visor up.  “I. . .”  Their lips met, and Ivy moaned.  “Ohhh. . .”  Her face turned blue, and a smile formed on her face.  “Ohhh. . .”  She stumbled forward, her hands on her knees.  “No.  I will. . . not fall to these. . . temptations.”  She reached down and picked up her sword.  “I will fight until my last. . . ughhh. . .”  She took a deep, moan-filled breath.  “I will. . . ughhhh. . . ughhhh. . .” Gurrgle.  Ratttle.

            Ivy dropped her weapon, her hands pressing tightly against her chest plate.  “Ughhh. . . sooo. . . fucking.”  Blortt.  She fell to her knees as her armor began to bulge and deform.  “Ughh. . . fuck.  I. . . guhhhh.”  She wiped the sweat from her forehead.  “It’s getting. . . tight. . . in. . . ughhhh. . .”  Her hands rubbed against her ass guard.  “Ughhh. . . I need to get out of this armor.”  Blort.  Gurggle.  Gurrggggggleee.  Blueberry juice began to drip out from between the cracks of her armor.  “Ughhhh. . . ughhhh. . . ohhhhhhhh.”  She closed her eyes.  “Soooo fucking. . . tight.”  Ivy clawed at her chest plate, her hard, erect nipples rubbing at the inside and her juicy, sumptuous breasts.  “Sooo tight!”

            Thhhhhaaakkkk.  Suddenly, her chest plate split apart, her massive, round, tender breasts bouncing about.  “Ohhhhh. . .”  Ivy rubbed them with a moan-filled sound of relief.  “Yess.”  Her juicy, sumptuous belly ripped through the rest of her chest plate, bouncing forward, the rippling sensation of her juices causing her leg armor to snap apart moments later.  “Ohhh fuckkkk!”  Her voluptuous, luscious ass slapped together as blueberry juice seeped out of her juicy love hole.  “Huhhh. . . huhhhh. . . huhhh.”  Ivy leaned forward, climbing out of what remained of her armor.  “Soo. . . fucking. . .”  She squeezed her tender, juicy nipples, moaning as blueberry juice squirted out from them.  “Ohhhh yessss!”

            “Now, girls.”  Kora stood up, slapping her juicy, curvy ass, causing her body to jiggle about.  Blort.  “Let’s go find our queen, shall we?  We have to help her ascend to her throne.”

            “Yes!” They all cheered except for Ivy, who was moaning and rubbing her throbbing pussy.

            Kora knelt down next to the juicy knight.  “You can ripen up later.”  She helped Ivy to her feet.  “A good juicy knight like yourself has to attend to her queen.  Isn’t that right?”

            Ivy moaned.  “Yes.  For Queen Flora!”

            “FOR QUEEN FLORA!”

            ***

            Leopold sat nervously on this throne.  His trusted guard, Vector, had told him to stay put and not move while he secured the castle with the royal guards.  That was over an hour ago.  “What is taking so long?  Where is Vector?  Why isn’t he back yet?”  Vector had assured him he was safe in the throne room as he was locked inside, but still, Leopold couldn’t help but worry.  Apparently, some rival queen was rampaging throughout his castle and trying to take it over.  Who in the world would try and take his kingdom for their own?

            The door to the throne room suddenly flung wide open.  “Vector.”  Leopold jumped to his feet.  “You are back.  Is the castle secure?  Is. . .”  He stopped short as he noticed multiple naked, blue, curvy women bouncing toward him.  “What in the. . .”

            “Make way for Queen Flora.”

            “Get your butt out of the Queen’s Throne room!”

            Leopold’s green eyes flared with rage.  “Flora?  Queen Flora?  This is my kingdom.  I am the damn king!”  He rushed up to them, pressing his bony finger against the nearest squishy blue belly.  “Now I will have the fucking respect I deserve.”

            Blue hands seized him.  “Get away from our queen.”

            Flora giggled.  “It’s quite alright.”  Her tender blue hands rubbed against his chin.  “He just doesn’t know any better.  He doesn’t yet know what his role will be.”  She kissed him on the cheek.”

            “What in the world. . . listen to me, for I am your king!”

            Flora’s hot, juicy mouth moved to his lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth and cutting off his protest. “Soo hot.  So warm.”  He found himself squeezing Flora’s squishy sumptuous right butt cheek.

            Flora giggled as blueberry juice dripped from her hard, erect nipples.  “Yes.  I think you will do.  You won’t be king anymore, but. . .”  She squeezed his ass.  “A queen needs someone to. . . to love.”  She pressed him tightly between her juicy cleavage.

            “Ohhh. . .”  He panted as her juices dripped down across his body.  “I. . . but. . .”

            “You don’t object, do you?”  She licked his neck.  “You wouldn’t dare talk back to your blueberry queen, now would you, dear?”

            He moaned.  “No, my queen?”

            “Good.”  She directed him towards her pulsing right nipple.  “Now enjoy.  You will dine on royal juice tonight.”

            “Yes, mistress.”  His lips wrapped around her tender nipple and graciously sucked her juices.  “Mhhmmmmm.”

            Ivy burst into the room.  “My queen.  Are you ready to give your first address to your people?”

            Flora smiled.  “Just one moment.”  She looked tenderly at Leopold.  “My little man is. . . enjoying himself.”  Gurrgle.  Her sumptuous round belly bubbled like a hot tub as she patted Leopold on the head.  “Now, now, my dear.  No need to drink it up all up in one go.  You will have a lifetime too. . . to enjoy my bottomless supply of juiciness.”  She pulled herself always.  “Until we meet again.”

            He moaned.  “But. . . I want more.”

            Flora walked to the entrance of the throne room, her thunderous blue hips swaying back and forth with every step. “You will just have to wait,” she turned toward Ivy. “Time to give the people the good, juicy news.”  She followed Ivy through a few corridors and out onto a balcony. Below were hundreds of juicy blue women, all cheering Flora’s name.

            “QUEEN FLORA.  QUEEN FLORA!”  Blueberry juice was shot into the air out of their nipples as she walked into view, cheers filling the air.

            “My lovely ripe blueberries.  Today is a wonderous day.  We have secured a home for wonderous, sexy blueberries such as ourselves.”  She slapped her sumptuous ass.  “Forevermore, this kingdom shall be ours to grow and ripen.  To juice and to be juiced.  To any who wish to take our juiciness away from us. . .”  She slammed her hand against the granite balcony.  “We will smush them underneath our ripe bodies, or they will be. . .”  She moaned.  “They will help us ripen.  Just think.  Just think of our enemies be so. . . so wonderfully used to. . .”  Flora licked her lips.  “To help us grow and swell as fitting punishment.”  She giggled.  “After all.  A blueberry must grow and ripen at any cost.”