Exit: (Viewer's Obedient Queen) - With Parental Permission

James' Perspective

Well, really... I think I'm pretty good as-is. Sure I could play around with Arma's mother some more but I think I'll be fine as things stand and if I'm correct then I've surely already given myself plenty of leeway... And even if I haven't, I can probably just change her again with the phone, right? So, I go ahead and Exit.

Immediately, the woman on the throne - whose name I really need to learn without asking - starts to move, her hand sliding casually along her belly as she tilts her head expectantly towards me and Arma. Her gentle, motherly smile almost hides the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Mother, I, um, I..." Arma breaks the silence first, fishing desperately for words. She sounds a lot more nervous and even proper about things than I expected. "I... don't know what to say."

"You don't?" The Queen asks, sounding faintly bemused. "Perhaps you could start from the beginning? Our new King somehow-" She coyly emphasizes the word and glances to me, prompting me to raise my free hand (and phone) innocently in the air, "-appeared within your chambers last night, and then...?"

"I, um, we..." Arma's rubbing her hands about my arm anxiously, not-so-subtly rubbing it into her body as she does. "I... seduced him!" She exclaims abruptly, prompting me to blink in surprise. That's certainly not how I remember things. Then again, I don't remember the start of our encounter at all. "I used my magic, and I made him too lustful to think, and I had my way with him. I fondled and kissed his penis. I mounted myself upon it and rode it until the magic stole his senses, and he reversed our positions to ride me."

The stream of confessions and almost-play-by-play of our encounter last night comes out in a rush that seems to shake off all of Arma's nerves as it goes: an almost defiant pride working its way insidiously into her tone. For her part, the Queen does not seem phased at all, and seems perfectly content to sit there and listen to the accounting... Actually: Scratch that - she's rubbing her legs together beneath the baby belly. Absolutely enjoying the recounting.

"We ruined the sheets," Arma continues, gripping my arm more and less tightly in time with her words as she remembers the night, heedless of her mother's growing arousal and clear lack of condemnation, "and the bedding. We slid off the bed and onto the floor, and then clambered back on. I made sure he couldn't get tired, and I used my magic to make us both climax far in excess of the usual amount. In fact, due to the mana used and sheer frequency, and my habitual refusal of contraception, I'm certain I'm likely to be pregnant. In fact, I deliberately increased my fertility, because he said it'd be hotter that way, and... and..."

As Arma stops to catch her breath, she finally realizes her mother is quite clearly squirming in her seat with arousal. Blinking in a strange mix of disbelief and indignation, Arma squints at what her mother, "and... are you, are you getting off on this!? Why... why aren't you angry? I cuckolded you! I took your husband to bed! My new father! It's... it's the height of impropriety!"

"And it's so~" The Queen murmurs, voice wavering, "ho-ah-ot~. Come on, Arma, keep talking," She urges, and I realize that if there were any guards or servants within the room itself they have made themselves scarce. "Come on, didn't you en-joy it? Didn't your new daddy make you squeal with h-ah... his heavenly cock?"

The more the Queen speaks, the more the notion she'd be upset about any kind of impropriety seems like a bad joke... which really makes me wonder how we got married, and why Arma expected her to be so upset.

"I can tell, you know?" Arma almost recoils, nearly releasing my arm as the Queen continues,"You don't, you don't regret it at all~ You'd do it again, wouldn't you? Oh you're such a naughty girl~ Oh dear, oh dear," She glances my way, even as Arma just... blinks, gobsmacked, "I told you my dear Arma was just one close encounter from showing off how much of a total slut she is~. Was she good? Did I raise a good little cocksleeve? She's quite talented, you know? So talented, it's a shame it's taken so long for her to put it to use."

"I..." really did a number on you, didn't I? Like, damn, I did not quite foresee this level of shameless horny. Oh, Arma's looking at me too, now, "...I mean, of course she was amazing. She's your daughter."

Mixed reception: The Queen coos with delight, calling me a flatterer. Arma, on the other hand, can't seem to decide whether she's pleased I'm willing to admit I enjoyed her or offended I attributed it to her parentage.

"Oh yes," The Queen coos, "she really is, isn't she? We both just... fell so hard for you. Please, by all means, use her again if you'd like~ After all, I can't do much myself until our first child is born. After all, while she's my daughter, she isn't yours so... why worry? Though," She eyes her baby bump in contemplation, and I shake my head, cutting that thought right off before Arma's tightening grip can snap my wrist off.

"No, no. I'm, uh, not going to be grooming my own children. I have some standards, you know? Arma," I glance to her, "you are a beautiful young woman and I would absolutely be willing to have more fun with you given we've got the wife and parent's permission but... you're not my daughter, you know? It's, um..." I stumble through my words, trying to find a way to explain my thoughts that isn't awkward as hell.

"Shush." The Princess commands, having finally gathered herself and placed a finger to my lips. Then she lets go of my arm, and leans in real close, "Don't make things weird. If mother is..." She glances back to the Queen, who waves placidly - having recently allowed herself to climax - "...um, alright with it then... why should we worry too much? Don't think too much and just enjoy your easy-access whore, alright Daddy~?"

And then she kisses me.

It doesn't stop there.