All characters are of legal age, and if things like futa sex, breeding kinks, threesomes, sexual control or medieval fantasy settings aren't your cup of tea then this isn't the story for you.
I hope you guys enjoy this spinoff story, though I HIGHLY recommend reading the original story first so you understand the plot and characters better. As always feel free to leave a comment with anything you'd like to read about in future stories, and thanks for being here with me!
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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 nineteen-year-old 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 incredible.
Now, however, their lives were about to change.
Arie stood with a resigned sigh, lacing up her pants before pulling on her boots. In ten minutes she was due to walk into the royal chapel, a smile expected to be on her face, and she was to wed Princess Rillya of the Brackwater Clan. She was the last surviving royal from the barbarian tribes that Arie's kingdom had nearly wiped out, and marrying her was a highly intelligent political move. It would help assure future peace between the two factions, and the princess' prestige would be a feather in Arie's proverbial cap.
It was Namia she wanted, however. That was a marriage that could never be, though: the laws of Evengard, each line rooted in ancestral tomes that none could defy, stated that nobles and commoners could never wed. Namia could go no further than her current title, could never be the one taking the throne with her beloved, but she was happy to still be able to remain by Arie's side even once the queen was wed.
The petite girl shuffled to her feet, her pregnancy clearly showing now that she was somewhere around five months along. The two dressed in silence, the air between them crackling with unspoken words, but neither could bring themselves to say anything. Namia trailed blindly behind Arie, their heavy steps forcing them to the chapel, and soon Namia got her first look at the woman who would be marrying her beloved.
At twenty-four Princess Rillya was indeed a sight to behold, everything about her the opposite of Namia. Where the commoner was dark-haired and freckled the princess was red-headed and pale-skinned, her eyes a bright green in contrast to Namia's cinnamon orbs. Her build was strong, like Arie's, and she had similar scars visible on her body that spoke of many battles. She was equal parts beautiful and fierce, no doubt someone who could keep up with Arie both in battle and in bed, but the sight of her only cracked Namia's heart further.
Soon Arie was standing on the dias, face-to-face with Rillya, and she was slipping a bejeweled, golden band on the princess' finger. They kissed, lips meeting for the first time in an awkward embrace, and with that the ceremony commenced. Hours of dancing and music blurred by, Arie drinking more than usual thanks to her morose mood. Finally it was time to take her bride to their chambers and perform their marital duties, but all she could think was how much she wished it was Namia she had wedded.
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When they reached their bed chamber the queen slumped down onto the divan, Arie having no particular interest in bedding her new wife. Sure, the warrior woman was beautiful, her strong body absolutely resplendent, but she simply wasn't Namia.
"Summon her."
Arie blinked slowly over at Rillya, comprehension not quite there. The princess tapped her foot impatiently, pointing an impatient finger to the door on the far side of the chamber.
"Go retrieve your knocked-up little whore. She's going to get your cock hard, a task she's clearly adept at, but you're only allowed to cum in me from now on. Her title is 'Royal Mistress', and unless I'm mistaken I'm now part of the royalty here, so we're going to play with your toy tonight."
Arie bristled, not appreciating the haughty, condescending tone or language, but Rillya's logic wasn't inaccurate. Namia was always anle to quickly get her hard, no matter her mood, so it was indeed a surefire way to fill her bride on her wedding night. The queen rose, crossing the room in a series of angry strides, and she barged through the door without knocking.
Namia was asleep in bed, the naked girl worn from the party and her pregnancy, so it took Arie a moment to wake her.
"Namia, my love, get up."
The confused, groggy girl was told to stay naked, a slightly inebriated Arie leading her back to her chamber, but when Namia saw Rillya she immediately blushed and tried to cover herself. The new queen halted her, however, commanding that she lower her arms.
"Don't bother playing modest,
harlot
. Just get the queen hard, then follow any other commands I give."
