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.
Please note in this world futas are typical, and it's common knowledge that the queen is one, so it's not surprising to any characters involved.
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Queen Arie of Evengard trembled, her fingers digging into the hips of the experienced woman 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 lady-in-waiting to the brim, Catherine mewling in pleasure as the realm's sovereign gave her an incredible farewell fuck.
When they pulled apart Arie watched, entranced, as a thick, pearlescent glob of cum dripped from Catherine's well-used hole. It was the first time the queen had ever cum inside a woman, her ecstasy reaching new heights at the wonderful sensation, and she had only dared do so because Catherine was already carrying her husband's child. For years Arie had limited herself to cumming inside of her lady-in-waiting's ass or mouth, careful to never give her a bastard, and for a moment the queen regretted that her long-time lover would never give her a child.
Catherine's husband had proven himself instrumental in winning the two-year war the kingdom had been involved with, and as such Arie had granted him his own territory and keep. Catherine was to set off at daybreak for her new home, and would not return to court for the foreseeable future. As such the queen's mind was turning to the matter of filling Catherine's position, a task she was extremely unenthusiastic about.
"Your Majesty?"
Catherine's soft voice cut through Arie's thoughts, the queen startled from her musings.
"Yes?"
Her lady-in-waiting was extracting herself from her queen's bed, her gaze soft as she smiled at Arie.
"Do not overthink it. I know how much you enjoy our trysts, how bedding me has given you a safe place, one where you can feel normal instead of weighed down by the crown upon your brow, and I promise you will have that again."
She leaned forward, placing a gentle, quick kiss on Arie's cheek. They had never kissed on the lips, Catherine deeming the act too intimate, and Arie gave a dismissive chuckle.
"Mayhaps."
Catherine tutted, her deft fingers lacing the front of her dress up.
"Whether it will be a noble lady, a milk maid or a farmer's daughter there will be someone who catches your attention, and any woman would be a fool to refuse a position as the queen's mistress. She will bring you happiness, and I imagine you will find her when you least expect it. I promise."
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Catherine was right, though her prediction wouldn't come true for nearly a year.
The war had finally ceased completely, life returning to some semblance of normalcy. Evengard stood victorious, the country now able to recover financially from the strain, and for the first time in almost five years Arie hosted a banquet honoring the brave soldiers who fought so hard for their freedom. The entire kingdom was given the day off in celebration, every cup and pitcher raised as nobles and commoners alike praised their wise, just queen who had fought with them on the front lines to push back the invading barbarian tribes from the west.
It was well after midnight, most of the guests having stumbled drunkenly away to find a place to sleep off their alcohol, when Arie felt like she could finally slip away. The queen hated how long she always had to remain at parties, the ass-kissing and drunken revelry not really to her taste, and she sighed in relief when she was able to step out into the star-lit night.
She traversed the palace grounds, easily slipping past the few guards she encountered. As queen Arie could go where she wanted and do as she liked, but a part of her loved the thrill of seeing how well she could evade her guardsmen. They would have made a fuss if they had caught her outside, especially her Guard Commander Sir Kendrick, who wasn't afraid to chastise his queen for being reckless and roaming about without proper accompaniment.
When Arie got to the small side gate in the northern wall she pulled out a key, opening the lock and sliding through the gate before anyone could see her. She had a black, hooded cloak on, the garment easily hiding her face and helping to conceal her identity. The queen made her way down the road, not stopping until she had reached a small cow path that led to an old, unused grazing field. There was a log there that she liked to sit on, a place only she knew of, and Arie would often escape there to contemplate life without a bevy of guards, nobles and servants at her heels.
The moon was bright enough that she had no need for a torch, and later on she would be grateful that she hadn't been carrying one. As she traversed the path she heard a sound up ahead, something that made her halt long enough to confirm what she was hearing.
A woman was screaming for help.
Arie broke into a quick jog, her hand instinctively going to the sword that was always on her hip. She kept her footfalls silent, her feet knowing the path well enough that she could avoid any holes or roots that would give her problems. As she got closer to the source of the screams she crouched, using her cloak as camouflage to keep her less detectable. She could hear thrashing, and as she peered through a bush a sharp, reverberating hiss broke the air.
"Damn you, damn you to eternity....you
bastard
!"
Ahead of Arie a petite girl was pinned to the ground, her bloodied hands barely pushing back the snapping beak of an adolescent griffin. The monster had her pinned beneath one clawed foreleg, its wings flapping as it tried again and again to bite her throat. She was losing the fight, however, her kicking and screaming having little effect on the beast, and Arie could see that the girl wouldn't last long. For a fleeting moment the queen was impressed; some of her men hadn't even fought as hard as this girl was, and she could sense a warrior spirit within her.
In five silent, rapid steps Arie was on the monster, her sword piercing it through the shoulder. The creature roared in pain, turning from its prey to face the unexpected threat. As it spun its body about the lion-like tail caught Arie in the face, whipping her hard enough to cause a deep slash. It wouldn't be the only scar Arie carried, her time in war leaving her more marked than the average royal, and she would wear this one with as much pride.
Arie pivoted, side-stepping a slash from the griffin's claws. She parried, ducking another swipe before stabbing her sword into the beast's side, and the creature decided that facing prey who could fight well wasn't worth it. It was still young, not fully grown, and survival outweighed a tasty meal. The monster took off, screeching its displeasure as it soared above the treetops. The queen's attention, once she was sure the griffin was gone, turned to the girl, who had gotten herself to her knees. In the moonlight Arie saw a puddle of blood glinting where she had been pinned down, the amount exceeding what the monarch had initially assessed. She ran to the girl, who was trying to stand, and Arie caught her just as she buckled back down to her knees.
"Whoa, easy now. Just rest for a moment, okay? Let me look at your wounds."
The girl, who Arie could now see was just barely of legal age, gave a simple nod. She didn't speak, nor did she protest as Arie began examining her. The girl had several long, thick gashes down her side and back, and while she would live she would need at least a week to recover from her injuries. It was obvious the girl needed a healer, so without hesitation Arie gently slung the girl belly-down over her shoulder and began walking back to the castle.
"Wh-where are yo-ou taking me!? P-put me down-n
now
, you b-bliterin-ng oaf!"
Her weak demand fell on deaf ears, Arie figuring that in less than a minute the girl would be passed out due to extensive blood loss. She was correct: the girl's head slumped as she went unconscious, her body going completely limp. The queen kept up a calculated pace, not fast enough to jarr the girl and further open her wounds, but fast enough that she wouldn't bleed to death either.
When she got back to the main gate Arie shouted for her guards, who quickly got the girl to the healer's room. It would be three days before Arie would see the girl again, but she had left instructions to have her fed, tended to and given new clothes. The evening the girl was deemed well enough to get out of bed for short periods of time Arie summoned her, a servant leading her to the queen's private chambers. Upon arrival Arie dismissed her entourage, wanting to be alone with the mysterious girl.
The moment she realized who Arie was, the girl recognizing her savior by the familiar, still-healing gash on her cheek, she immediately dropped to her knees.
"Oh, Your Majesty! Please, forgive my outburst in the woods...I, I was not myself, and I meant no offense to your royal personage by calling you an oaf. I could not recognize you in the dark..."
With a wave of her hand Arie dismissed the frightened girl's fears, walking over to her and extending a hand. The trembling girl accepted, her beautiful, blue eyes wide with fear as the queen helped her stand.
"Do not worry, I understand. You were fighting for your very life, and your language is forgivable under the circumstances. You were very brave, and I admire that you fought such a beast instead of cowering in terror. Now, tell me your name and where you herald from."
The girl blushed prettily, ducking behind the curtain of her raven locks to hide her embarrassment. Something within Arie lit up, a small spark of attraction that she hadn't felt since she had first courted Catherine almost a decade before. She quickly stamped it down, keeping her thoughts on the present conversation.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! That is very kind of you to say, and my name is Namia. I am one of your palace kitchen maids, and I am so grateful that you saved me."
