The Matter of Heirs - Preview 4

I think it's preview four, things have been chugging along steadily as the apartment is coming together. Anyway, here we are, another spicy scene as we move into the real body.

"The days were both long and short, the anticipation building with each sunset that the day was drawing nearer for the queen to take a bride. Now, standing in front of her mirror, it had risen to a swollen crescendo.

“Do you need relief your majesty?” Gianna was beside her sovereign, dressed in a fine, if not provocatively low-cut, dress that showed off her inflated assets.

It had been an interesting ride, experimenting with the girl to discover all the magicks of her tool. There had been another “victim” before Lidia figured it out, the queen needing to draw her blade and taking out her overwhelming lust on another of the castle’s maids, but she was able to confirm after another “test” it was the initial unsheathing which infused her with the ability to prepare a partner. Something which had undeniably been fun to discover in the prior week.

“Your majesty,” her consort had greeted her with a deep bow as she arrived at the table for breakfast.

“Gianna,” the transformed queen replied with a wide grin, her chocolate eyes peeking down the girl’s top to the, at the time, quite petite chest. “Are you trying to provoke me?”

Her servant’s face went red at the idea, “I-I would never your majesty!” she stammered out, rising to attention, “I am simply excited for the morning meal.”

“Really?” her predatory master teased, shifting her body in such a way the rigid length of her rod could be seen in her dress, “because it was working.”

The distance between them closed in an instant, the sovereign trapping her plaything between herself and the table. “Perhaps I should have you earn your keep before the chefs finish,” she lifted the girl’s chin with her powerful fingers, “work up a proper appetite.”

Gianna’s cheeks were flushed pink, and she opened her mouth wide in acute little display of willingness that left the queen giggling.

“Not there, not this time,” Queen Severina told her, taking her consort by the worst and spinning her to place it flat on the table.

The girl was confused, looking over her shoulder as her ruler knelt. She felt the queen’s fingers around her ankles, taking the hem of her dress and chemise to lift them up and expose her rear to the world.

Bent over the table, there was little she could do. “M-my queen!” she stammered nervously, even as her body was quivering, the velvet lips of her sex glistening as she anticipated what was to come.

“I did tell you, ‘however I see fit’, Gianna,” the bronze-skinned hermaphrodite smirked at her, lifting her own clothing and letting the head of her cock, already dripping clear love, slap against the girl’s thighs to leave little wet dots. “Do you hold issue with giving the ‘virgin queen' your own flower?”

She took a moment to contemplate, her teeth raking over the swell of her lower lip as her legs were visibly quaking. “No, your majesty,” she replied, hands flat on the table, lowering herself that her chest was pressed to the surface with them, “I live to serve you.”

“Good girl,” Lidia purred, taking those nubile young hips in her hands and stuffing that pink-lipped sex with her girthy tool.

There was a brief resistance, the curling of young fingers stuttering against the hardwood as the girl tensed. Once the queen bottomed out though, the moan that left her was a pristine note of lewd delight. Thighs slapped against her rear, that flared head stroked her tight insides, and all attempts to speak broke into pleased cries.

Queen Severina felt the difference, a few of them. That animal need had not taken hold. She was in control, level headed, she could stop right now if she so chose, rather than consumed by want to flood the girl’s womb. There was also an obvious difference in how little Gianna’s virgin walls. They wrung her more often, wild and erratic as they adapted to this new sensation like a belligerent drunk. It brought a strange, raw, satisfaction to the queen she couldn’t quite describe.

A grin spread over her lips, as those between her consort’s legs were drooling potent streams down her thighs. She had brought the girl to orgasm already, that delightful sensation of her walls pulsing, flooding her body with ecstatic euphoria the sovereign knew well. Her sword was hardly halfway ready though; the girl needed to tough it out.

Strong arms reached out, the tan queen leaning forward to take her plaything’s elbows and following them to her hands. Another idea, she entwined their fingers, feeling the servant’s wavering grip as she rode the peak of her pleasure, and pulled her closer. Her body made a sharp V, and Lidia used it like handles to thrust forward into the depths on the climaxing cutie.

Gianna’s moan reached an apex, her head tossing back unabashed as the queen filled her, unrelentingly pounding her femininity. They were at it long enough the new server emerged from the kitchen with breakfast to catch the sight, going red in the face and struggling to keep his composure as his eyes flit back and forth from his work and the tongue-out expression on bliss upon the royal consort’s face.

All fun eventually reached an end however. Queen Severina pulled back, hilting herself in her pet as her abs tightened and she sprayed one of her copious loads into her personal cock sleeve. The cry that poured over the petite girl’s lips was so high pitched only the dogs would hear it. Then, as the royal started to go soft within her, she started to go slack; finally given leave to ride out her high.

With her wots about her, the dark-haired predator watched carefully, waiting for the moment of growth she witnessed a couple of hours prior to take place; it never came.

The smell of breakfast soon demanded attention, as the queen pulled out of her servant with a chuckle. “Work up an appetite?” she teased, brushing the folds from her dress as she let it fall and doing the same for her consort to hide the semen-stuffed hole from sight; their little secret until her pet could manage a bath.

“Your majesty?” Gianna pulled her back to the present, where her form had been bloomed from a round with her freshly-drawn blade; when the queen had revealed to her the secret of her transformation.

“I am without it for the moment,” the tanned woman told her earnestly, patting her feminine mound to prove her member was indeed missing.

Her servant visibly shrank somewhat, “Oh,” disinterest entered her features, her off-green gaze trailing off; the same as when she first learned her monarch’s hermaphrodite features were not a permanent fixture." - The Matter of Heirs by Madam Materia