The Matter of Heirs - Preview 2

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"It was finally time. The royal’s heart was hammering, her grip tightening, letting her feel the growing heat of the small weapon. Whatever secrets this miracle had in store, she was about to find out.

With a click the dagger came free, the gleaming silver of the blade reflecting the shock in her dark-eyes. A sensation was washing over her, quickening her breaths as heat spread to her every extremity of her body.

Starting in her fingers, moving up her arms, she felt strength. Her muscles tightened, swelling within her sleeves, making them groan in protest. With a sudden surge her breasts jumped forward, powerful pecs perking them up as a good pound was added to their soft weight. It was enough to split her dress, with a resound rip that exposed a dark cleavage.

She was overwhelmed, with a power she’d never imagined before; exhilarating, and sexual in ways she’d never experienced. The transformation was not done however, focusing inward to her core. With a grunt she collapsed forward, the magical weapon clattering away as she caught herself, feeling the warmth of her gasps over her lips. Her loins were burning, making her fingers curl, their pads dragging across the surface of her desk as her brittle nails dug lines into the wood.

There was swelling beneath her hood, pushing forward into her chemise and causing a pitch in her skirt. It was difficult to see down past her well-enhanced bust, but with an awkward lean that had whatever was growing below tearing through her clothing, she managed.

The sensation of the frayed threads moving over it left the queen gasping. It was so sensitive, a euphoric sensation such that she couldn’t help but thrust a hand down to make it continue. Inch after inch the thing escaped the hole, her fingers flanking it on either side as she pressed down, right until she hit her pelvis.

Fully revealed, she got her first look at it: A thick, meaty cock between her legs. It was over a hand long, dark and erect from her blood coursing through it. The head was weeping a musky lust, practically dripping down its length and spreading its stench about the room.

“Y-your majesty?” her chamberlain piped up. After having witnessed the event from behind the bed, the queen’s body shielding most of it from view, her voice was wavering with nervousness and worry. “Are you alright?”

Lidia heard her servant’s voice, but the thought to address her woes did not even enter her mind. It was as if she were possessed, the regal woman turning with a sharp snap of her powerful form, her chocolate eyes those of a hunter, transfixed upon her prey. This new body was hungry, starved, for a feast it had yet to experience, and the meal to sate it was in her sights.

She rose so quickly her chair clattered to the floor, revealing the whole of her new self to the attendant in her room. “Q-queen Severina, what have you-?” Isa’s eyes were wide in shock and horror, and she was given no chance to finish.

In a blink the hermaphroditic creature had crossed the room, one strong hand wrapped around her chamberlain’s waist as the other leapt up and palmed one of the woman’s hefty tits. Her breaths were like dragon’s fire, pouring over her lip and washing over her prey’s face as a herald of her coming kiss. The servant did not resist, submitting to her sovereign’s desire and falling back onto the freshly-made sheets.

Every little movement had Lidia’s overburdened dress straining, crying out as threads were shredded in a cacophony of faint snaps. Even in this lust-fueled state, she recognized it as in the way. So, once Isa was lain upon the bed to her primal satisfaction, her hands returned to herself, strong fingers curling into the frayed holes and helping them along, tearing them away from her body in long strips.

Swaths of smooth, sun-kissed olive skin were revealed, muscle rippling just beneath the surface. A toned look, with hardened abs and thick-corded biceps, hidden beneath the thinnest layer of softness. A statuesque perfection captured only before in art, now in the flesh.

Thoroughly destroyed, the scraps of cloth were cast away, to litter the floor around their coming carnality. Revealed, her hybrid sex was ready, the petals of her flowering womanhood open and dripping, as the turgid tool of a man stood ready beneath its cowl. Though unnatural, there was an alluring aspect to it, Isa’s legs already up and waiting for her highness to have her way.

An invitation the queen was all too eager to accept. Her right hand took hold of her chamberlain’s ankle, her fingertips caressing over the calluses of a working life, combing through the sparse hairs of her legs as she hiked the maid’s dress up to give herself access. Many a time had she dreamed of such a moment, to have a bare woman in her bed, and she was not about to let the first time fall short of those expectations.

Half-lidded, her chocolate eyes lingered on the feminine folds before her, her thumb running slowly along the giving lips of her sex from base up to their apex, and the hard nub hidden within. A shudder of pleasure ran through her servant, stirring in her core to come from her lips as a sharp gasp.

“My queen,” she questioned, the reddish green of those hazel pools looking to her in confusion.

Queen Severina lifted her head, gazing back and wondering what the problem could possibly be? This was sex, the pursuit of ultimate pleasure with another human. Did Isa not enjoy it, when her eyes, her body, were so clearly calling out to her?

Speaking back to her mistress, her sovereign, was unheard of, but the mighty creature was giving her the opportunity. “Your majesty, u-use me to sate yourself!” she requested, “There is no need for sin.”

Sin? Having her enjoy it, ensuring she was ready, what was sin in that? All attempt to speak through her turgid arousal only came out as a hungry growl, her face coming down to lay kisses upon her chamberlain’s chin, and what little of her neck she could unbury with only her face. The maiden spoke truth, this tool of hers was screaming for satisfaction; hovering close to the simmering lips below, close enough to feel their warmth on its flared tip, and begging to plunge in.

Was this what men felt? A singular focus, dominating her will, to seek that satisfaction. It was as intoxicating as it was blinding, bordering on madness. Well, if it was what her servant wished to make this experience pleasant for her, then who was she to deny?

Without further ceremony, the sovereign took the dive. Hers and Isa’s voices cried in unison, the woman’s walls stretched and clinging tightly to the girthy intrusion on her womanhood. A few inches, and resistance, forcing Lidia to pull back with a hiss, teeth clenched at the white flashes if pleasure coursing through her, before thrusting back in. One of her powerful hands found her bedmate’s, pinning it to the sheets. She felt as the chamberlain’s fingers slipped in between her own, gripping her so tightly her nails dug into her skin. It was a raw expression, one of absolute ecstasy.

Again, the tan-skinned huntress came in, lips pressing against the woman beneath her in an impassioned kiss as she hilted her sword within her. Both gasped as their hips collided, the full length of the queen’s potent tool now buried within those velvety folds. She learned quickly the shaft meant little. Her pleasure came from the flared tip, its rim rubbing and stroking Isa’s own sensitive spots, that small collection of bumps that Queen Severina knew from her own exploration.

Her range tightened, focusing each pull and push to have the lip of her cockhead rake across that spot and maximize both their pleasure. The chamberlain cried out in ecstasy, one arm wrapping around and clinging to her sovereign. Never had she experienced such a thing, had sex given her such shocks of delight. “M-my queen-“ she tried to stammer some objection to this sin, but it broke in her throat as she thrashed with a powerful climax.

The rhythmic squeeze of those walls, wringing the invader of her sacred space to beckon from it seed to fill her womb. Lidia felt every pulse of it, and with a grunt she complied with its wishes. The pit of her gut tightened, and with a guttural cry she tossed her head back and unleashed a load inside of her first.

The pair began to slow, hot semen leaking out to drip over the servant’s plush thighs from the sheer volume of her flood. There was even a small bump in the woman’s belly from just how much the royal had stuffed her.

It invoked a sense of pride, as well as an elation that such a virile toy would easily bring her an heir. The hermaphrodite queen did not have much time to revel in it however, as quickly the exhaustion of the day was piling on; along with that of having experienced her first make orgasm. One arm draped over her bedmate, she quickly drifted off into a heavy slumber." - The Matter of Heirs by Madam Materia