All characters are of legal age, and if things like futa sex, breeding kinks or medieval fantasy settings aren't your cup of tea then this isn't the story for you.
Hi all, and welcome to chapter 2! This is going to give Namia and Arie a sweet ending, but I'm also planning a spin-off (like with my Odette series) where things are forced to go in a different direction for Arie due to her responsibilities as Queen.
I hope you guys enjoy, and as always feel free to leave a comment with anything you'd like to read about in future stories.
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Queen Arie of Evengard trembled, her fingers digging into the hips of the petite, beautiful girl moaning beneath her. The queen's cock twitched, balls tightening as she neared climax, and with a cry she erupted deep inside her lover's slick cunt. She filled her Royal Mistress to the brim, Namia mewling in pleasure as the realm's sovereign gave her an incredible fuck.
When they pulled apart Arie watched, entranced, as a thick, pearlescent glob of cum dripped from the girl's well-used hole. That was still her favorite sight, and she never tired of filling up Namia's tight little pussy. It had been a year to the day since Arie had taken the girl to her bed, a year since her lover accepted the title of Royal Mistress, and it had been an amazing time.
What Namia didn't know, however, was that Arie was planning a very special anniversary gift for her.
For the last six months the warrior queen, beloved by her people and regaled as one of the strongest monarchs on the continent, had spent dozens of hours sequestered away with her councilors for one specific purpose: she was going to announce publicly that, as of that afternoon, there would be no more law barring marrying someone from a different class. That would not only allow her people to finally be free from the foolish marital constraints their ancestors had put in place, but it would allow her to marry the woman she had given her heart to.
As their breathing evened out Arie gently gathered Namia into her arms, tenderly kissing the scars the girl bore from a near-deadly griffin attack. The queen's fingers caressed their way down her lover's body, coming to rest on Namia's prominent stomach bulge. She was at least five months pregnant, the babe growing within her their first of -- what Arie dearly hoped -- would be their many children.
Namia giggled, resting her head against her beloved's shoulder.
"Saying hello to the little one,
hummmm
?"
The queen hummed her agreement, Arie beginning to rub her palm across the taut skin, and Namia let out a contented sigh as she nestled against the older woman's chest. The movement was relaxing, fatigue a commonplace symptom of her pregnancy, and within minutes Namia was sound asleep. With a soft chuckle Arie lay her on their bed, the girl long ago having abandoned her own chambers, and the queen set about getting ready to see her long-awaited plan come to fruition.
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Namia woke two hours later, groggy from her late-morning nap, and a second later she realized it was the sound of an insistent knocking at the chamber door that had stirred her from her slumber.
"M'lady? Lady Namia?"
It was Josephyna, one of Namia's chambermaids, calling. The girl quickly scrambled out of bed, covering herself with a nightgown, and called for the middle-aged woman to enter. Josephyna bustled in, her brisk, motherly mannerisms in full effect, and she clapped her hands authoritatively.
"Now now, m'lady, best not to dawdle! Her Majesty requests for you to join her on stage in the town square for a royal proclamation, so we must hurry!"
Amidst Namia's sleepy grumbles she was washed, brushed, squeezed into a magnificent gown and hustled into an awaiting carriage. Fifteen minutes later she was in the town square, her breath catching as she caught sight of Arie. It was the first time Namia had seen her lover in full armor, the dented, scarred metal glinting in the sunlight as she raised her sword.
A hush fell over the crowd, Namia quietly making her way to the scaffold as the queen began her speech. Her voice was beautifully strong, each syllable perfectly enunciated, and the girl was once more in awe of her queen.
"My people, hear me! On this day I, Queen Arie Milissandria Rinaldia Von Trimti of Evengard, have heard your pleas, your cries for change, and I have conquered one of our biggest sociatial foes!"
With a precise, well-practiced flourish she swung her sword, the tip of the blade slicing through a sheet of blank parchment nailed to the post next to her. It fluttered down in two pieces, the wind carrying it away, and beneath it was an unharmed document with the royal seal on it. She ripped it off the nail, holding it above her head as she announced her victory to the world.
"No more shall we be bound by the outdated laws of our ancestors! The world is changing, each move I make calculated to enhance our kingdom in the best ways possible, and today marks the dawn of a new era! From now on you may wed whomever it is that you choose, be they of the same sex, or a different class, or a different ethnicity! Love is love, my people, and I want every good heart residing in my kingdom to be able to be with the one they want!"
