Daphne's POV:
I sipped my wine quietly as I looked around, watching on as my court celebrated my new marriage. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to be married. I just would've rather chosen who I was marrying. But alas, this marriage was for the good of my kingdom. And my new wife wasn't bad to look at. A young princess from the neighbouring kingdom, which had just discovered a hearty supply of oil. She was small, with dark blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her pale cheeks were easy to flush, and each time they did, my cock twitched beneath my gown.
She was polite and proper, dripping in innocence, ans would therefore make a good Queen consort. Make an even better fuck. She didn't talk much, which was fine. I didn't have much to say to her either. But I made a promise to myself to make her fucking sing in bed.
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The wedding celebrations were slowly starting to draw to a close. As soon as the first few high profile members of the court started leaving, I took my opportunity. I threw back the rest of my wine and stood up, offering my hand to the quiet girl on my right.
"Come. It is time we took our leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty." She responded in a soft tone. Gracefully she stood, accepting my hand and almost floated next to me, as we made our back to my apartments.
"Do you know what to expect this evening Evelyn?" I asked, trying to hide my smirk as I did so.
The girl nodded, her cheeks tinged with pink. "Yes, Your Majesty. My made sure I understood my duty."
"And that is?" I asked curiously.
"To ensure the Queen is comfortable and stress free in order to make the best decisions for her kingdom, and to bare many heirs." Evelyn recited off, unwilling to look at her Queen as she did so. My cock started to stir, and my cunt drip. Fuck that sounded amazing.
"Your mother has informed you well." I observe as we pass through the first door to my appartements, the guards opening them as we did so. I led her to my bedroom, where a pretty young servant stood outside dutifully. She was a good fuck. Great at working cock and licking pussy at the same time. Enthusiastic. Maybe one day I would get her to lick my pussy as I have Evelyn bounce on my dick. That is if Evelyn is any good anyways.
I stop at the door and turn to Evelyn ignoring the serf as she opens the door. I tug her towards me, placing an arm tight around her waist and gripping her chin to get her to look toward me.
She stares up, surprise blowing her big eyes even wider. Her hands place upon my breasts so delicately. I leaned down my lips so close to her ear.
"Now, my little princess. We are going to go in there, and when you come out, you will forever changed. As long as you are good and well behaved, I will show you a world of pleasure." I whispered into her ear, before place a kiss right under it.
Her breathing became heavy, and as I pulled back, she bit her lip in the sexiest way. "Yes, Your Majesty. I will be good for you."
"Hmm. That's the first thing we're going to change." I said, almost dragging her into the bedroom, the serf following us.
"It's 'Yes, Mommy'."
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Evelyn's pov
I felt like I was in a daze. A lustful haze as I stared back at the queen, who watched as her serf undressed me. The only item of clothing she had taken was her crown, placed on its perch by her dressing table, and her shoes. She herself was sat back on her bed. Not talking. Barely moving. But watching with intent, desire, and something else I couldn't quite figure out.
It took everything in me to not squirm under her gaze, as the serf fiddled with my corset. She was intimidating, that was for sure. Dark brown eyes to match her almost black hair were a joy to look into; ensured and enhanced her femininity. She was taller than me, taller than most men of her court wearing heels, as she had been throughout the wedding and celebrations. With voluptuous breasts and curvy figure that was enhanced by her own corset and gown, it was undeniable that she was attractive.
Mistress Fiona had always said that I could've ended up with either a man or a futanari woman, so it was no shock that I was betrothed to Queen Daphne. Only futanari women were allowed to hold positions of power and status. Other women held basic jobs, were sources of entertainment, symbols of beauty. But their main purpose was to bare children.
Lost in my thoughts and lust for my Queen, I didn't realise that the servant had undressed me, until I felt the cool air on my skin, my nipples hardening and pussy tingling in reaction. I was unable to stop the blush that lit up my face. Sure, I had been dressed by servants all my life. But these were strangers; and only one a serf.
Unexpectedly, I feel her hands on my left thigh, and was unable to stop the small gasp of surprise at the intimate gesture. I look down to her messing with the pure white stockings that were attached to a garter belt.
"Leave them Charlotte." Queen Daphne commanded leaning forward and moving to the edge of the bed. Her eyes never left me.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Immediately the servant followed her instructions, and moved her hands from my thighs, instead offering one to help me step out from the many layers of my outfit that pooled at my feet.
Without having to be asked, the serf- Charlotte - led me to stand in front of the Queen. We stopped a mere inch or two away from where she sat, and Charlotte let go of my hand, stepping to the side, out of the way. The Queen slowly dragged her gaze up and down my body, scrutinising every inch. I was dripping in anticipation and desire. The desire for her approval was almost overwhelming. However the desire to feel the pleasure she promised was a close second.
After what felt like a life time, she brought her gaze to meet mine. It was a relief to see lust in her eyes and a small smirk on her face. "Turn for me little girl."
My body reacted before I could even think, slowly turning for my Queen. She was so commanding and powerful. I would do anything to please her. It was my duty. She hummed once my backside was in her full view, and I almost wanted to hum myself, basking in her silent approval.
As I turn back to meet her, the sudden urgh to beg her to take me was overwhelming. I had to bite my lip to stop the words from spilling out.
"You are very beautiful Evelyn. Your body is exquisite." Queen Daphne complimented as she rose to her feet, towering over me. I couldn't stop the smile that spread as I looked up at her.
"Thank you, Your Maj- mommy." I quickly corrected myself as her face darkened. That nickname was going to be hard to get used to. It was a name I was not familiar with as almost all mothers were referred to as mother or mama in my kingdom. I was unsure as to how the nickname made me feel, however she was my Queen and she had commanded me to call her that. I wasn't disobedient.
"You will be quick to learn. With my methods I am sure of it." She smirked before leaning down and capturing my lips in a searing kiss before I could even think to respond. Her hands groped my body tightly, the skin on my waist and under my left breast tingling under her touch. I think I shocked the both of us with the moan that left me. I had never had such treatment, but with my first taste I was addicted.
She pulled away, and I almost wanted to protest, but then I remembered her promise and decided not to fight her. She clearly had more experience than I.
"My, my, anyone would think you have never been kissed before." She teased, as she waved her serf over. I doubt the blush had left my face since entering the room, but it felt like it had intensified with the statement. Queen Daphne stepped to the side her back to Charlotte who immediately began to undo the laces of her corset.
"Well- I haven't." I forced myself to admit, looking away from her as I did so.
"Oh." The surprise was evident in her voice. "Well, you truly are an innocent one aren't you little princess. That brings me great pleasure."
God, I almost let out another moan at the praise from her queen, forcing herself to meet the older woman's eye line once more. I was glad I did so, as I was greet by the sight of my queen in just a shift, allowing me to see her large pert breasts through the thin material. God they were gorgeous. I swallowed as I let my gaze travel lower as Charlotte help her queen get out the last piece of clothing.
My breath hitched as Queen Daphne's half-hard penis was a clear imprint through the shift and it made my mouth water. Before I could tear my gaze away, the shift dropped, catching slightly on the large dick, causing it to bounce as it was freed. It was long, and the cut head was already shiny with a small bit of pre-cum. Framed by Queen Daphne's own white stockings and garter belt that had a soft blue lace trim rather than white, her cock was a vision, free of pubic hair and as it was only half-hard, covering her cunt. I was determined to change that.
"So. Do you like it baby?" Queen Daphne teased, shocking me out of my cock-induced trance and look up at the older woman.
"Oh! Yes! I-it's um, majestic?"
The Queen laughed in response and batted Charlotte's hands away from her own garter and stockings as she attempted to take them off. "I am glad you think so too. It's not the first time my cock has been complimented in such a way."
Queen Daphne broke the trance she held me under to address her servant. "Thank you for your assistance Charlotte."
She pulled the young serf's chin up toward her own eye line. She leaned down slightly, and sent the young admirer a small smile. I could believe the strange site I was wittnessing
