At the end of her blade the bested man knelt on the dirt ground of the empty arena. A wicked smile curved her crimson lips, her flowing locks shining just as brightly in the midday sun. Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame had not planned for this encounter, but, being a fair ruler, those who served under her did have right of challenge. Surely they'd give up eventually, she mused, having never been bested in all her years as queen of Exardia. As her knight and brief foe gazed up at his regent her height seemed all the more imposing, though she was only of just above average stature. No doubt her hourglass curves and downright intimidating breasts enhanced her regal presence, to say nothing of the magical blue heartflame that burned upon them. A couple inches of boot heel didn't hurt, either.
"We didn't need to go through all this, you know," she gestured widely as she spoke. "You could have simply submitted. I heard the grievance you and your fellows have and I empathize. I'd have found a way to put all parties at ease. And, for that matter, I'd have rewarded you for bringing it to my attention. Your queen is a generous queen, after all. You'd be lapping at my minge right now. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She returned her blade to his throat and tapped the underside of his chin till he nodded. "Of course you would. But you asked for too much, too quick and now you're a humiliated sod. And me... you've gone and made me sweat." She spat the final word. "That might be the greatest injustice of all this day."
She eyed the sad man sternly till he lowered his gaze back to the arena floor. If she had to go through all this she'd get something out of it. She reveled in his submission. Only for a moment, though.
"Come!" She called sharply as she made an about face and strode towards the exit. The man quickly got to his feet and fell in line behind her. As she approached the one door meant only for royals he grew more agitated.
"Lady Bloodflame," He called, loudly enough to be heard, but only just. "That way... I can't"
"CAM ON THEN!" the beautiful woman laughed. "Oo do you think these rules a' for, eh? Move already!" The man nodded and followed his queen into the arena interior just below the Royal's box where she and her guests would sit for events. She turned one corner then another before tossing open a door and entering. The man was dumbfounded upon viewing the most lavish bath he'd ever laid eyes upon. This being just another day for her, the queen stepped in and took a load off on one of the chairs therein. Not quite a seat and not quite a throne, it certainly did the job as she let out a contented sigh. "Now show your queen the proper respect," the powerful woman bade, although clearly more informally than she would have in any other situation. Her finger made a tapping motion in the air, punctuating her order.
"Yes, milady," Knowing what was good for him the knight fell to his knees before her just short of her feet, bowing his head in deference to her ultimate rank.
"The boots," lady Bloodflame began with authority. "Off with them." She thrust her left foot towards the kneeling man confidently. He nodded and took it in his hands. He worked the strap of what was, in truth, equal parts high heel and boot. There sure could be worse consequences of losing he thought to himself as he tugged gently, pulling his queen's bare foot from the dusty heel. He carefully placed the boot on the floor to the side and as he did so she brought her right foot to him. He repeated the procedure, placing that boot next to the first, but her majesty did not pull her foot away this time. "The stocking, too," she purred, indicating the long ornate gold trimmed white sock which she wore on that leg only, slightly soiled as it was with the dirt of the arena,. No one knew quite why she wore it, nor did they ask. It was the queen's wish, so it was. Nothing else really mattered. The bested man dutifully began removing the stocking with much care and reverence. He tugged gently at the toe to loosen it before running his hands up her shapely calf and thigh to grasp the stocking top. He drew it down her long leg exposing the skin, which felt scandalous despite her other leg already being bare. A moment later it was off, revealing the bright, clean polish of her toenails, contrasting with the not so pristine nails of her left foot. His job done the man looked up.
"Have you any other needs, my queen?"
"Only your complete submission." She flexed the toes of her formerly stocking clad foot before raising an eyebrow to her subject.
"My queen," he nodded before lowering his head. Were her foot another woman he'd be gazing intently into her eyes. He then took her heel in one hand and wrapped his other hand over the bridge before pressing his lips firmly against the ball of her foot. He looked up to see his queen smiling wide. Satisfied with himself and enjoying the less than ideal task assigned, rather than being humiliated by, it he parted his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked to the end of her big toe before greedily sucking it into his mouth. Lady Bloodflame's smile grew wider as her subject continued sucking obscenely at the digit, even going to far as to work his mouth over it the way a woman might a penis. The act should have earned him an award of some kind because, unbeknownst to her given his exuberance, the sweaty toe which had spent the whole sweltering day in the confines of her stocking till only a moment ago tasted downright awful. His beaming expression never belied that fact, however.
She let him continue for just a moment more before raising a hand. The busy man never noticed, however, till she cleared her throat. Upon registering her desire he pulled away and nodded humbly to her majesty, a trail of saliva briefly joining his mouth and her toenail, till at last it broke.
"Well, that was sufficient," Elizabeth laughed. "You've performed admirably, so I want to give you a gift of sorts. Or maybe a few, as acknowledgement of your service." She motioned him away with a hand and when he backed off a foot or two she stood. "I must admit, you fought well today. Better than I expected, anyway. None are a match for me, but you at least gave me a workout. For that I must reward you." She brought a hand down and in one deft motion worked the buckle of her belt open. A moment later the belt fell to the floor, the skirt it held in place along with it. The knight's eyes went wide. Few others enjoyed the privilege of beholding the queen's panties. And quite the sight they were. They were primarily a red similar to that of her smiling lips, accented by a black lace waistband and trim. The fit was tight and tiny, almost digging into her most sacred treasure, its crease plainly visible through the luxurious fabric. Just above, the ample hairs of her womanly bush were evident through the sheer black panel.
