Third person pov
Royal Castle of Scheshnay
113 miles south of Spinelstone Castle, Silverflint Empire
The scene that lay out before Daphne elicited such fond memories. Not only of her own coronation, but also of her recent wedding. The new king sat in the middle of the long head table in deep discussion with a foreign ambassador from Gladstone, Evelyn's old kingdom, though his eyes often wandered to the Head of his Military stationed at entrance to the ballroom. Daphne had had lengthy conversations with both over a range of different topics, as well as other foreign dignitaries and royalty over the past few days she had spent in Scheshnay. Whilst they had been a productive few days and Daphne's advisors were happy with how the talks had gone, most were very dull and Daphne was ready to return to her kingdom, castle and wife. The day had been spent celebrating the coronation of Hugo IV, and whilst enjoyable, it was a long day.
"It is time for me to retire for the evening." The futa queen announced, pushing her glass of vodka. Her advisers were still celebrating, although she had given Kaspar the day off, Daphne was hoping he was ready and waiting for her. As expected Daphne had been enjoying the alone time she was spending with Kaspar on this trip. His arse was perfection, and he was so very different yet similar to her wife.
"Would you like me to escort you to your rooms, your majesty?" Offered Jeffery, Daphne's key advisor and close friend. He was engaged in deep discussion with Hugo's sister, who had not strayed far from Jeffery's side since they arrived.
Daphne almost snorted, his desperation not to leave the table clear in his eyes, "No, no, that won't be necessary. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening, both of you."
"Rest well, ma'am."
"'Night Daphne." Harper smiled, her eyes barely leaving Jeffery for a moment to do so.
"Don't be up too late. Remember we leave just after dawn tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am." Jeffery said through gritted teeth. Daphne could've sworn she saw his eye twitch.
Smirking, Daphne stood and left the ballroom, barely sparing any of the guests a second glance or greeting. The walk to her designated rooms was short, and when she reached the doors of her apartments, they were opened by two guards.
"Goodnight." The queen greeted as she walked through and straight into her bedroom. Relief and excitement flooded through her at the sight of the blonde boy packing up her belongings along with two of the castle's staff. At the sound of the door all three looked up at the royal, and the castle servants bowed their head in acknowledgment before carrying on their task in silence. By the looks of things they were nearly finished anyways.
"Good evening your majesty. I hope you've had a pleasant day?" Asked Kaspar, sending his queen a shy smile.
Kaspar had worked for the queen for 15 of his 30 years, and was as soft and sweet as ever. He looked as if he hadn't aged a day since. Kaspar was the definition of the perfect submissive; soft-spoken, demure, and entirely obedient. The two had spent many a night together, and one of Daphne's fondest memories was sharing him with a futa noble and her submissive husband. God seeing him ride her cock whilst her husband fucked her pussy was just exquisite. He held a soft spot in Daphne's heart, and that was well known in court. Yet there were barriers in the way of anything more than a sexual dalliance happening between the two; his social ranking, and non-carrier status to name just two. They both understood there could never be anything more, and Daphne had made it clear that he was welcome to find a husband or wife, yet Kaspar never did. His whole heart belonged to his queen.
"It truly has been. I trust you enjoyed your day off?" Daphne's accusatory tone was evident as she sat down at her dressing table. Without having to be asked Kaspar left the trunk he was packing up, and began removing Daphne's crown and take down her hair from the tight complex undo it was in. The blush was vibrant on his cheeks and was once daphne's favourite sight. That was until Evelyn swept her way into Spinelstone.
"I did your majesty, I just thought it would be helpful to get a head on packing for tomorrow. I couldn't help myself." He admitted apologetically.
Daphne only hummed, undoing her earrings as her servant continued to undo the plaits and take out the pins in her hair, "Please draw me a bath. The packing can be finished in the morning."
"Yes your highness." The older woman said, shooing the younger to fetch hot water. She disappeared to the water-closet, returning with a sizeable mental bath. Daphne held in her sigh at the sight, longing for the build-in stone bath in her own water-closet.
"Would you like my assistance bathing ma'am?" Kaspar asked softly. With all of Daphne's rich brown hair free from its style, he began to gently brush it.
"Please, Kaspar." The queen agreed. As soon as the young maid returned with the hot water and lavender oil was added, both her and Kaspar help Daphne out of the numerous, heavy layers of Daphne's dress. The servants loosely tied Daphne's hair up before helping her into the bath.
Sinking into the warm water, Daphne dismissed the two castle chambermaids, "You may go. Thank you for your assistance."
"Goodnight your majesty." Both servants replied, shutting the door after them as they left. Kaspar grabbed the face cloth from a dressing table drawer and passed it to Daphne, who dipped it in the water before bringing it up to her face and washing away the makeup she wore. Grabbing a bigger cloth, Kaspar got to his knees beside the bathtub, and began to wash Daphne's body. Starting at her shoulders, he softly scrubbed her skin, making his was down her torso, quickly passing over her breasts as to not get distracted. Daphne let out a content hum, leaning her head back against the side of the bath.
"So how was it really?" Asked Kaspar, whilst beginning to wash his queens left calf.
"Long...Boring. Honestly I don't know why Jeffery insisted on dragging me along, he's held his own perfectly well during all discussions and negotiations."
"I guess it's more about showing other kingdoms how close of an ally you intend to be to Scheshnay, your majesty. Your presence provides Hugo with reassurance and lets others know there is a firm friendship between our kingdoms, ma'am." Offered Kaspar. The two had had many a conversation like that one over the years, the older eager to be useful to his superior in anyway possible.
"I suppose you're right. What did you do with your day?"
Kaspar let Daphne's leg drop softly back into the water before moving his cloth covered hand up her thigh. He cupped the futas balls causing her to let out a heavy breath, "It was pleasant ma'am. I ventured into the town with a footman from Lapison, and a stablehand from the castle. She showed us a delightful market, and I bought some gifts for my family."
"How nice." said Daphne, in a breathy tone as Kaspar began to slowly stroke her cock with the cloth. The sensation wasn't entirely pleasant, "get rid of the cloth sweetheart."
Immediately Kaspar dropped the cloth in the water, but gripped the half-mast penis once more, "Also bought some scented oils. Orange, Rosehip..."
Daphne hummed, signally for him to continue, "and, um, Eucalyptus."
"Eucalyptus? I don't think I've heard of that before." The queen responded, before letting out a quiet moan as her servant ran his thumb of the slit of her cock. Despite having committed all manner of unspeakable acts for and with the queen he was currently jerking off, Kaspar still got shy talking about sex.
"Well, um, it's supposed to be very effective and more pleasant for...sex, ma'am"
The smirked took over Daphne's face before she could even stop it. "I see. And did you intend to use this with me baby boy?"
The blush that had faded away began to creep its way up his neck once more, "Y-yes, ma'am."
"Oh, sweetie, my cock is in your hand, I think we can drop the formalities now." Daphne teased, causing Kaspar to blush. Over the years they had shared many nicknames, and during one particularly strong orgasm in subspace the current name have gave his queen just slipped out. Daphne ensured it stuck.
"Yes mommy."
The desire for each other was palpable. "Did you take time to prepare yourself?"
"Yes, mommy."
"Good boy."
Kaspar preened at the praise, squeezing the head if Daphne's cock in response, "Mmmm, as it will probably be our last night together for a while, I plan on fucking you so good you feel it for weeks."
"I-I would like that mommy." Kaspar whispered shyly, his cheeks flushing even brighter. He pushed down the disappointment he felt, knowing their alone time together was coming to an end.
It was safe to say Kaspar was devastated when he found out Daphne was finally taking a wife. He knew that they could never be properly be together. Even if he was a carrier, he was not of noble or royal birth, and therefore not eligible to marry; not matter how good they were together. How taken Daphne was with Evelyn, made the devastation sting that little bit more.
"Umm baby boy, if you keep doing that thing with your thumb, I'm gonna a cum." Daphne warned, her hips starting to thrust up into his delicate hand.
"Cum for me mommy, I wanna taste." Kaspar almost begged, deliberating squeezing the head of his Queen's cock, putting pressure on the leaking slit with his thumb. Daphne's thrusts almost instantly became more forceful, the water swaying with each thrust into the boy's hand. Wanting nothing more than to witness Daphne reach her peak by his own hand, Kaspar dipped his other hand down into the water once more and began rubbing her clit.
"God, you can be such a little slut sometimes. So demure, yet so fucking sinful." Whispered Daphne, is a hush town in-between soft moans. It was possibly the thing that Kaspar loved most about her; her ability to be so feminine, yet so powerful, and so fucking dirty. He leaned down and pressing open mouthed kisses across her neck and shoulders, despite being desperate to feel her lips on his own. But he'd been rejected a few times now, and had learnt his painful lesson. Since the Queen had married she had kissed none but her wife, he knew she wouldn't start now. His own dick was starting to harden at the sight, and almost certainly dripping precum into his underwear.
