Exit: Roles and Initiative

I think, really... given I've done everything but change her hair and move her off the throne, I'm good to Exit so... I do.

The tightness of Arma's grip has slackened over the course of my changes, and now I feel her tracing her hands lightly around my back in a seductive manner as the Queen on the throne mumbles needily into her gag. What even is the situation I've transferred myself into, I wonder?

"Well, James~" Arma sings, "Mother's been ready for you for so long now since we took our time one the way here," The Queen mumbles louder into her gag, at that, and her feet tap against the stone floor. It seems whatever's binding her hands behind her back is also tied to the throne, out of sight. "would you like to tease her a bit longer, or perhaps give her what she wants?"

I consider...

Then I step away from the Queen with the Princess, turning away from the bound woman as Arma smiles pleasantly. Both mother and daughter are giving me mad bedroom eyes right now, but between the two, Arma's not tied up so... I get to have fun experimenting a little. I can tell Arma's willing, ready, and eager to go right here and now, even with her mother watching. Perhaps especially with her mother watching, even... so I decide to go along with her lead, interested in seeing what the sex-attuned Princess has in mind.

Arma's soft, delicate hands slide down my arm to grasp my own hands and she leads me a few steps away to a table I hadn't noticed before. It's one of two, on either side of the central carpet leading up to the throne. The other one seems to be covered in various miscallanaeous items so... I guess that makes this one the superior choice?

Arma sits me down on the table, facing the Queen who's already starting to fidget. Then, quickly, the Princess slides herself between me and her mother. "I know I'm your favorite~" she coos as her hand slides over my crotch, deftly unbuttoning and sliding away my pants with my help, "but... I think I can be patient for the night, if you want to play with mother first~?"

I grab Arma's head and pull her in for a quick, chaste kiss and she giggles playfully. It's over far too quickly, and her hands leave me to slide back up her own sides as she glances conspiratorially at her mother, "She's always teasing us, Master," Arma says with an excited and gossipy tone, "but now you can show her her place." As she talks, her hands have already unbuttoned the blouse of her dress and she casually lets it slide to the floor below with a quiet 'thump.' It's followed shortly by her bra and panties... which is actually more than I remember her wearing on the way here now that I think about it.

Did she get dressed up in this reality specifically to make her mother wait longer?

I'm drawn from my thoughts by Arma sitting back into my lap. She's still facing away from me, eyes - I suspect - locked onto her mother as her thighs press into my own. Arma's legs spread open and her calves hook themselves gently around mine, drawing her even closer to my erection behind her. Resting her hands on mine - which have found their way to her thighs - she begins to slowly and deliberately grind herself against me.

"Look at how wet she is, James," Arma coos, her head rolling backward to rest on my shoulder, "I know if it came down to it she'd leave that throne in a heartbeat to join us... if she could, anyway~" Up on the throne, the Queen moans and struggles on the throne but her arms stay securely bound. Her feet continue to tap and scrape against the stone floor as her daughter grinds against my dick and I can't help but think she'd be doing the same thing if she had the chance.

Given how... nearly personal this seems, for Arma, I wonder if she already has...

"Wouldn't that be exciting, James?" Arms whispers in a husky, lustful voice as she draws my attention back to her, "the whole kingdom would be talking about it, I'm sure, but instead they'll just have to... imagine, what went on down here."

I remove one hand from Arma's thigh and slide it down between her legs, and begin to finger Arma gently. I rub the length of her pussy, her lips, and her clit, but don't delve deeper. "Mmmh~" the pinkette coos, "you always know how to tease me best, James. It's like we've known each other for so long now..."

On the end of the room, the Queen's eyes water as she struggles and writhes with need. Her thighs are pressed tightly together and her feet constantly rub against the cold, unyielding floor as Arma continues to tease and taunt her relentlessly. Even as I continue to play with Arma, I feel the Princess' legs tense around my own. My other hand slides up her body and finds its place on the Princess' breasts, squeezing them gently and playing with them and their sensitive nipples. "Mm!" The Princess moans in pleasant surprise, her hips thrusting and twitching with my teasing.

On the throne, the Queen's hips buck and I can tell she's come. In my lap, Arma starts to buck as well and she twists aroudn, eyes hazy with lust, "Please, James~" she bgs, "please make me-- ahhn!" Her plea is interrupted, because I already know what she wants. Guided by memories from last night, I slip one and then two of my fingers inside her and curl them in just the right way, and I feel her shudder and cum against me. Her hands press down against my thighs as she squirms, and her hips rock against my fingers as I feel her soak my hand, my wrist, and my crotch.

The Queen continues to squirm, her legs having parted just enough for her arousal to run down the throne, and she blushes lightly as she tries in vein to do... something. Either shield herself from view, or pull away to join us.

Arma's head lulls back against my shoulder again as I withdraw my hands, her breath coming out in soft gasps and her eyes unfocused. She gather herself quickly, however. The Princess' gaze flits between me and her mother in consideration, and I gamely let her make whatever decision she's thinking on. That decision becomes clear when she lets out a quiet sigh. "...I think mother's waited long enough, don't you James?"

I hum, considering this myself as I take in the Queen's hopeful gaze. On the one hand, it's kind of fun to tease her like this and see her growing desperation to partake. Like, a huge ego trip, even though I know I used whatever bullshit magic's in my phone to make it happen. But on the other hand, it's also kind of mean and, well, I'm also denying myself the opportunity to play with her more directly.

"You might be right," I say eventually, "I'm starting to think it's about time to take the edge off."

Arma grins and hops off my lap, stepping to the side with a graceful little bow, miming a curtsy as if she were still wearing the dress currently lying on the floor. "Very well, James. Then I'll let mother have your first seed, this time."

I decide to strip down myself on the way to the Queen, and Arma casually makes her way back to the table as I pass, then seats herself on its edge. She doesn't seem to intend on going anywhere, which is hardly a surprise given what just transpired. Instead, she seems poised to get herself off for round two as I make my way over to her mother.

The Queen's eyes are locked onto me every step of the way. She's stopped trying to free herself from the chair and now reclines backward, eagerly awaiting my arrival. "Did you enjoy that? Watching my pleasure your daughter in front of you?" The Queen blushes, but nods regardless. It's not like she can lie about it, given the evidence of her arousal on the throne beneath her.

"Do you have anything against returning the favor, and letting her watch our own activities?" Naturally, she shakes her head. I'm half-convinced she's just taking the shortest possible path to me getting on with it though, but it doesn't hurt to be polite to royalty, even if you have semi-phenomenal cosmic power. Especially when you've already spent it on them and now they're immune. Anyway...

"Well, alright... I'm sad to say I don't have any particularly clever ideas, so I'm just going to tease you more directly now, and then get to the fun part. Any problems with that? No? Didn't think so."

Thus, I kneel forward and start shamelessly feeling the Queen up and exploring her body. From her modest breasts, already swelling in preparation to yield milk to her child, to her baby bump (it doesn't kick, but I'm pretty sure it's a little early for that anyway?), to her thick, doughy thighs. All the while, she patiently remains poised and still, allowing me to survey her at my leisure. Then I experiment with stimulating her. I caress her sides, I tease her nipples, I stroke her womanhood, I even try blowing in her ear, just to see how she responds to all of it.

Then it occurs to me, "Is it dangerous to enter you, at this stage?"

The Queen blinks, and her head tilts for a moment, then she shakes off her confusion and shakes her head vigorously. Look, I want to do this right, okay? I don't have Arma's magic making everything feel stupidly pleasureful regardless of how stupidly simple it is, or her supernatural skill, or... any of that.

The Queen spreads her legs wider, invitingly, and leans back into her throne. Her needy, lustful eyes fix me with a gentle sort of patience and... alright. Fine. No overthinking: no magic high. On my own, of my own accord, and with my own self as my only guide... I remove her thong, and then enter a woman for the first time.

The Queen's back arches, pressing her chest up and out as I plunge inside, and she moans through her gag as I slide deeper, then pull out and do it again. She's not tight at all, and she's warm and slick with her arousal and previous discharge, and she smells sweet... It's almost too much, but it's not enough. Arma was an experience and a half, so I'm not so green that I'll cum just from sliding inside... as long as the Queen doesn't use magic to cheat, anyway.

"How does she feel~?" I hear Arma call from her seat on the table behind me. "Is it any different, with an older woman? I'd love to hear you talk about it~"

I glance over my shoulder to the Princess, still halfway inside her mother. Arma's fingering herself and staring at us intently, her free hand braced against the table. "I'm not sure you could understand, honestly," I reply, and Arma hums.

"I'd like to try anyway, James~"

"Well..." I look back to the Queen. It feels weird, holding a conversation with a woman while I'm inside another woman like this. The Queen seems maybe slightly disappointed I stopped, but she also seems perfectly content work herself along my shaft while I'm distracted so it's not like she's displeased per say. It feels weird, but it's also kind of hot, especially given the parties involved are a mother and her daughter, "she's looser than you were, when I first entered you." I feel the Queen clench and twitch at that, and see her eyes flutter, "but it's not like that's a problem. If anything, I think it makes it easier for me to just... go at my own pace?"

The Queen's breathing picks up, and she lets out a few more muffled moans and grunts of pleasure as I demonstrate by pushing deeper and faster, then slowing back down. There's no magic involved, but this whole situation is so hot, and so stimulating, that I know I'm close already. As for the Queen... I'm not an expert, but I have no idea how she hasn't cum yet.

"Do you think maybe... she's getting tighter~?" Arma asks leadingly, as if she already knows the answer.

"I think... maybe?" The Queen clenches again, and... "Yeah. Yeah she definitely is."

Arma giggles from her space on the table, the melodic sound broken as she takes her own gasps of air, "Do you... know why?" I might have a guess, but I feel like Arma wants to be the one to say it. "She really... really wants to... cum!" The Princess explains, punctuating the word with her own release. "Ha... haha~ Mother's really, really good though. She won't cum until you've had enough. Have you had enough, James?"

I look back to the Queen, seeing her eyes earnestly staring into mine. She's making no effort to disagree with Arma. It seems she really has been letting me draw things out as long as I'd like. I can feel her body rocking at the edge, quite intimately, and even so she's not quite there yet. "Is that so...?" I ask, somewhat rhetorically, and the Queen's blush intensifies even as she nods and her eyes flick away.

I can't help it. On my next thrust, I slip, and I let it all out.

The Queen joins me without hesitation, and she squeals into her gag as we climax together.

Arma, the little minx, is giggling her sexy little head off behind us, but it takes me a bit to notice because the Queen, once I started, doesn't let me stop. Her magic envelops me and we just... keep going, and going, and going... until I feel ready to just lay down and take a nap on the spot.

When it finally stops, I slump forward and drape myself over the Queen, gasping for air. Arma stopped giggling at some point and gently massages my back before pulling me up and away from her mother, guiding me into a posture less likely to **** my back.

At some signal I don't see, she - with some hesitation - reaches around me and unbinds her mother, and the three of us just... sit for a while.

"So which do you like better~?" Arma asks teasingly, after I've caught my breath... only for her mother to dope slap her before any words can leave my mouth.

I can't help it: tired as I am, I laugh.