Fucking the queen sounds like a plan.

You were unprepared to the raw evil of the place, the lingering oddness that the city stench carried. Your companions were gleefully excited about arriving to your destination, and the warm reception you received at the Palace. But you, Rebecca Ulintine, you could feel the ebb and flow among the court servants. You knew there was something brewing in the horizon.

As a baroness of Byrulon, your rank carries great prestige in this small kingdom, and you were granted the quarters closest to the kingdom´s Queen. A private audience with the Queen would allow you to really understand the layout of the court, and divine what is being planned,but there was no legitim business for you to ask for this audience.

The young servant guiding you inspired a different route. A tall hunk with dirty brown hair and a tight butt, you mildly wonder if he ever serviced the Queen. After he opens the door to your room, you ask him "Are these the Queen´s private chambers"

"Aye, Milady" He had that helpful tone "but her majesty should be enjoying her music lessons now.She always has a most industrious agenda."

"Really? is that so?" the effects of the mere hint of your smile were obvious in his tight pants. His eyes went to the contours of your butt when you turned your back on him "I wonder, is it locked?" But it wasnt, neither did it have guards on it. The young man was most alarmed and shocked, and followed you inside

You ambush him with a kiss once he enters the royal chambers devouring his innocence and coyness with mature passion. He has his hands on your breast as he tries to struggle, pull you away, but you encourage him to properly maul your breast. His clumsy struggles are too easily seduced into eager lust, you lead him on this lover´s foreplay for a while.

You are next to the queen´s bed when she returns, accompained by a personal maiden. The two are stuck in shock to see the half naked couple, and the boy is too excited to even notice he was caught. You say out loud "Didnt you ever wonder what it would feel like to buttfuck the Queen in her own bed?"

Lustmad, he replies "Yes... oh yes, I want to fuck her ass so bad" not the biggest poet, but it was the impressive lenght of his cock that made him so enticing to the two women awestruck at the door. You kneel in front of him, fueling his passion with words while your mouth isnt wetting that wonderful tool "you cant fuck the queen... with this cock dry" your tongue circles his cockhead "It would part her in two! a royal hole is a tiny little bud, almost virginal in innocence" The servant is about to interfere, but a sharp gesture from the aroused queen makes her be quiet. His cock is drawn to its full tauntness, you brush your full body against it, until it rest between your asscheeks.You twist your body and asks him "are you ready to fuck the queen now?" He nods, trying to grasp your arms, breasts, anywhere.

He didnt notice when the queen aproached, or at all until she grabbed his virile dick. You kiss the queen, full in the lips, while helping her out of her leggings. Not out of the full dress, that would take too long. It was enough to expose the succulent almond royal ass,and have her lean in bed for him. You try not to feel jealousy when you wet him one last time, before driving the furious dick inside the gasping queen´s assshole.

Voyerism is sometimes its own reward, and it felt better lying on the queens bed, with your dreched cunt spread in front of the queen´s face. You masturbate in front of her eyes, letting her smell your arousal as her cletched asshole is being mightly violated. She is the loudest of the three as she is royally screwed, it was hard to differ enjoyment from orgasm.

The boy´s own orgasm was the last push required for the queen´s mouth to touch your cunt, passion replacing technique in her clueless oral ministration. Still it felt good, and you let her know she was doing it just righ. The mild orgasm was a satisfactory finish.

There was no explanations required or granted afterwards. You do introduce yourself, and thank the queen for her hospitality. Conversation is brief, but you gather there is going to be a large feast, but few of the powerful nobleman will be present. An alarming indication that something was going to happen, but which appeared lost to the naive Queen.

"The Dark Knight... He is going to attack during the feast. " You conclude, and note the pang of fear it sends in the queen. She begs you to save her, ludicrous as it could sound, and you promise you and your friends would do the best to help