Get "sweet" on the queen

The Queen of War tries to give instructions to her band of bashful attendants, all of whom are currently huddled in the corner trying to guard their breasts from your sight. You interrupt her by shaking up a can of whipped cream and spraying a heart shape on her buttock. She yelps at the feeling of cold cream being drizzled on her skin, looking back at you angrily.

"What are you doing?" she says.

"Didn't I say?" you say. "You're an absolutely delicious slice of cake, and in that spirit, I think you should be properly decorated before I dig in."

You continue to spray on the whipped cream, drizzle some butterscotch, and drop a few cherries across the beautiful body while she furiously shouts at her attendants to stop you. Unfortunately for her, even her hardened warrior women are hesitant to end up like the now-naked girl who is currently struggling to open the one exit that you and Daisy already locked on your way in.

"She looks delicious, Raider!" says Daisy, taking a taste off of the queen's butt. "Want me to lick her clean?"

"Don't you dare!" says the queen. "My body is a sacred--"

You drop a big scoop of ice cream right between her buttocks. She screams.

"Okay, that's it..." she says. Slowly, carefully, she climbs off of the massage table, trying her best to maneuver her breasts so that her nipples remain hidden to you. Of course, since she's still mostly coated with oil, she has trouble keeping her feet under her, and she winds up slipping into a sweet, sweet pile on the floor.

Her breasts are the size of watermelons.

"Nice cupcakes!" says Daisy, snapping a picture.

You do the gentlemanly thing and help the slippery queen to her feet, but not before frosting and cherry-topping one of her magnificently large breasts. Helping her up turns into a wrestling match as quickly as she can manage it. She grabs you. You grab her. You quickly get a lot of toppings and boob on you.

"What do you think, ladies?" says Daisy, addressing the topless attendants. "Which one is stronger: The mightiest woman in your entire nation, or Raider, who has yet to find a girl he can't handle?"

You showboat for the girls by hoisting their copious queen right up over your head. She hangs there for a minute, one of your hands between her décolletage and your other hand on her crotch, looking absolutely stunned. You then toss her upward and catch her in a bridal carry, planting a kiss right on her lips.

"You're about to lose your undies," you whisper to her.

You shift the queen over your shoulder, drop her into a handstand, and take her panties up off her butterscotch-drizzled ass. She hangs there, upside-down, while you present her naked ass to her attendants and slap your stamp on her left cheek.