Exit: (Slut-Queen's Bedroom) The Queen's Privilege

James' Perspective

I really just kind of want to see where this is going. Worst comes to worse I'll just change either Arma or her mom again, right? I wonder what happens if I catch them both in the shot, actually... But that's fun for later. For now, let's Exit.

"-so much fun, I promise~~" Arma coos directly into my ear and nearly shocks me out of my skin. It's one thing to know, in the abstract, what she's doing and where she is - it's another entirely to feel the feeback from her supernaturally skillful hands as she gently caresses my raging hard-on and paws at my chest with her free hand, much like I imagine I would do to her were our positions reversed.

In front of me, the Queen giggles. Moving one leg off the other with deliberate fanfare, she leans in closer. Incidentally, this gives me a great view of her massive titties and accompanying cleavage: I don't know what size that is on a bra, but you could probably play basketball with those things if she weren't carrying them around on her chest. Despite that, they look as natural as tits that size can look.

I can't wait to feel them.

"Oh my, you were just like a startled deer." The Queen says, "Arma, I thought you said he was a wild one? He seems quite timid to me. Why, if his seed weren't still leaking from your loins I'd wonder if he were still a virgin."

"No, no. I took his virginity myself, I'm fairly certain," Arma answers, still casually molesting me. She's moved on from feeling up my pecks to pinching my nipple. Somehow, listening to these two talk as if I'm not even here is only making me even harder... actually, to be honest, everything that's happening right now is making me harder. How hard can I get? I can hardly imagine. "Give it time: he took the initiative with me. This entire arrangement was a little... spur of the moment, so I imagine he was caught off-guard."

The Queen's tits bounce as she shifts posture, "Hmm.~" She hums, "Fine, you know how impatient I can be--- oh! I think the magic's setting in. Quite a stubborn one you found, I'll admit, even if he does startle like a deer."

A deer? My mind whirls dizzily with thoughts, her words echoing in and out like they matter, and yet don't, as a sort of dreamlike logic takes hold. I can be a deer. How about I buck? I hardly realize it, but I've shaken the hands that were teasing me and rammed my cock right into the tits I've been staring at this past minute or two.

Queen Artelle's Perspective

"Oh my~" I coo indulgently as the man Arma found last night finally loses his sense of inhibition and reason and casually thrusts his penis into my breasts. He nearly fires a load then and there, but I feel it would be a bit too early so I edge him a little with a bit of magic.

He hardly even seems to notice at first. Instead he seizes my dress and - with a quick and forceful tear - it is no more. At least, it wouldn't be recoverable if I hadn't designed my dress specifically to tear easily in this way. Instead he just pulls the lower half free of its clasps and starts clumsily peeling it down my legs.

"There we go my big, strong boy," I murmur gently, even as the ravenous man in front of me gives up on the dress and sees fit to simply begin straddling me and ramming himself into my abdomen. I catch Arma's eye and - ever the dutiful daughter- she casually slides up behind him. Reaching around the man's bucking hips, she casually unclasps the back of my dress.

Then, with magic and beguiling hands, she slowly directs him toward his target.

All the while, I'm allowed to simply lay back and enjoy the show - and the pleasure, as he finally starts making proper contact. Ah~ what a lovely daughter I have, finding such a virulent young man. Maybe I'll finally give her~ some siblings, after we let our new toy climax?

With both our efforts combined and the various fertility magics we know, it would surely be some kind of statistical anomaly if I don't get pregna--ah~! -nt tonight. It'll be nice to hear young feet wander the castle again. The maid staff and guards are so terribly droll, after all.

I suppose that's what happens when you run out of husbands to be. Ho-oH!-pefully Arma's miracle man can be used to rectify that situation. We'll have to care for him quite carefully, though. It wouldn't do to get carried away and break him Not until we have a viable selection of replacements, anyway. After all, what is a woman without a cock to worship?

Nothing, of course. And I will do anything to avoid that happening again.

[AN: And here we have our first proper 'Bad End,' in my opinion. Also a name-drop for post-genderbend Artram. Do note that it's entirely possible for this prompt to have good-ends as well. The dice just fell poorly this time.]