2nd chapter! A bit shorter but this is the last "set up" chapter. Piper, the Twinned character, is introduced in this one and she quickly learns what life in the Palace of Potentia is like. Next weeks release will be a bit more exciting!
Tags: hyper sizes and cum ridiculousness/inflation, futa on female, pregnancy, MILF
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Several days had passed without a
word
from Horavus.
Antonia paced back and forth in her bedroom, her balled-fists stiff at her sides to stop her from biting her nails, a bad habit she'd been
mostly
free of since she was a youth. Breathing ragged, she was acutely aware of her thighs
squelching
together under her figure-cresting, midnight-blue dress, the annoyance of the sound akin to cutlery scratching across a plate. Her legs trembled as she stomped across the floor, her knees wobbling together, her bare toes curling again and again into the carpet. She was just so damn
horny
!
Two weeks without a proper orgasm was enough to push the middle-aged Monarch to her
brink
! Oh she had
tried
to use her old toys, the one's she'd had crafted for her in secret pre-Elsbeth, digging them out of their hiding place under her bed, but it just wasn't the
same
. The cold, splinterless wood and smooth stone fake phalluses could simply not
compare
to the feeling of a flesh-and-blood cock inside of her. The veins. The heat. The
throbbing
. It was all missing! And that wasn't even
mentioning
the fact that a sex toy couldn't fill her womb with quarts of semen!
She had almost,
almost
summoned Elsbeth to her chambers the night before, her desperation nearly getting the better of her - but she hadn't. Queen Antonia had managed to stay strong, in a manner of speaking, and had fought off showing any signs of weakness to her lessers; instead she resigned herself to humping one of her pillows until she fell asleep in a fit of tears like a frustrated virgin, hoping that an
outer
climax would satiate her for the time being. It hadn't. The pitiful peak she reached did the
opposite
for her, she quickly discovered, and it left her a writhing, sobbing mess, more aroused than ever before.
And it was just getting worse.
Her Highness was barely able to get through her
regular
duties because of her unquenched libido! Every meeting, every hold of court, every
interaction
seemed to stretch on to eternity for the Monarch, like the people around her were moving and talking in slow motion. She'd been snippier,
meaner
- more so than normal - to the residents of her palace, having even threatened to have a serving boy sent to the dungeons for the misdeed of not getting out of her
way
quickly enough! Nobles and servants alike were avoiding her like the plague - something she would have usually
enjoyed
but found only added to her anxiety. And her constant, excessive alcohol-consumption wasn't helping the matter either!
Worst of all, she'd seen Horavus nary a single
second
since their private meeting. Whenever she sent a guard or a handmaid to fetch him he was nowhere in sight, and she'd been relayed the same message every time: her most trusted advisor had not been present in the palace for many days. Moons Above, she even tried to call his name
mentally
in hopes that he would hear her brain's pleading, banking on her suspicions about his mind-reading powers being correct! But she'd had no such luck, and her anxiety grew with each passing day that he hadn't reported his findings.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Antonia tore at the sheets, her feet kicking out in a tantrum - an unruly gesture for one such as her. But she didn't
care
! She was horny and there was
nothing
she could do about it; Queen Antonia was ready to pull one of the guards stationed outside of her chambers into her room she was so sex-crazed, just for the tiniest of chances that he might be
endowed
enough to give what she needed. Even her many pitiful
suitors
were beginning to look attractive to her lust-fogged eyes!
Her frantic despair was cut off by a knock on the door.
"Who is it!?" She howled, rising to her feet, nearly knocking over the goblet at her side, her face contorted into a fierce expression of
hate
, "How
dare
you interrupt me at this time of night! I swear I'll have you chained in irons and-"
"My Queen."
She'd recognize that hoarse tone anywhere - it was Horavus!
"Horavus! My apologies! Please, come in!"
Antonia hurried to the door to help him into her chambers. The short, hunchbacked creature that she named as her most trusted advisor wattled into the room, his staff leading the way, his tail brushing against the carpet behind him as always. Urgently, Antonia slammed the door once he had entered and moved to the center of the bedroom, standing in front of her bed, her hands fidgeting together below her immense bust; Horavus took his
sweet
time in settling, his steps as sluggish and plodding as they ever were.
There was a heavy silence that filled the royal bedchamber, Antonia waiting for the strange being to say something,
anything
, her breathing heavy in anticipation; conversely, Horavus was completely quiet, never seeming to breathe at
all
unless he was speaking. She couldn't understand
why
he hadn't informed her of his findings right away, and Antonia could feel her anger rising the longer the Dragonkin continued to stand there without uttering a word. It didn't take long for her patience to
crack
, and right as she opened her mouth to ask, to
command
Horavus to address her, he outstretched his free hand.
A flash of bright green light erupted from where she
assumed
his palm was, the black-robe covered appendage consumed by the sudden, mystical shimmer. Antonia had to shield her eyes just to not be
blinded
by the sudden use of magic, and when she looked down at his twisted figure once more, a piece of parchment was now occupying the place the emerald glow had previously. Without a word, Horavus brought it up to his face, silently reading what was scrawled across its yellowed-surface, his head nodding ever so slightly. The Queen
still
wasn't sure what was going on!
"Queen Antonia Ignitas," he addressed the ruler in his deep, rumbling voice, "I have procured a proper replacement for the position of Her Majesty's Royal Cock."