Since Jarlsgard was over two days' ride away and the weather was unseasonably cold, the Queen's entourage were permitted to wear furs as they followed behind on their steeds. Inside the Queen's chariot however, the four human stallions accompanying her for warmth were allowed no such privilege. Two sat humbly at her feet, naked, periodically ducking their heads beneath her skirts to warm and caress her legs. The other two pressed equally closely. Ryleigh pressed his naked chest against her side and Jared had his head in her lap, sending scalding waves of breath into her crotch whilst his big strong hand reached up and massaged her bosom.
Later that night, when Ryleigh and Jared massaged warm oil into the Queen's body, they realised their Mistress had not only been teasing them throughout the journey, she had also been teasing herself. Four warm unclothed males in such close proximity for hours, filling her chariot with their pheromones, had left her in an extreme state of want. When she rolled over onto her back amongst the furs, the flickering light revealed her budding nipples. As they were slick with oil of rose, sandalwood and Neroli, their sheen matched that of her dripping slit. Scarcely able to breathe and shaking, the men continued to tend her aching muscles, smoothing her silky skin with their palms, circling troublesome areas with their skilled fingers. She moaned softly and parted her lips. In a gesture of abandon, she flung one arm up over her head to join her thick mane of hair fanned out across the feather filled pillow. Her other hand snuck towards Ryleigh's dick. But at the very last moment, she slipped two fingers into her mouth and then inserted them slowly into her pussy. The two seed bearers could hear how wet she was as she slid her fingers in and out. She seemed to be focusing on teasing her entrance more than achieving any great depth; both men made important note of this.
She closed her eyes blissfully and writhed a little, lost in wild abandon. It took everything in the men's power not to mount her and just slide in. Her lying there, her scent enticing them, her warm soft flesh wrapped in furs, the light so becoming on her beautiful body. She was their Queen and from what they could see, she wanted them both very much. She was in control though. It was not for them to just take, like common tavern goers ensnaring a serving maid.
So they waited. When they reached the stage of being unable to hide the tremors of lust wracking their bodies, she held up her pussy soaked fingers to the light and gazed almost drunkenly at Jared.
'Open,' she told him.
He did as he was told and she slipped her fingers inside his mouth. That did something to him. A good proportion of his control was lost. The sweet tang of her on his tongue made him slightly delirious. His head rolled a little, his eyelids fluttered. He grabbed her forearm as he sucked her juices from her slender digits. Ryleigh watched, kneading her breasts, desperate for his turn to come. Which of course it did. She needed to mark him too.
After coating her fingers in more teased oozings, she circled the breast he had been massaging in her slick.
'Taste me. Taste my cunt,' she said softly.
