Meeting with The Divine Queen

After an hour of walking, you reached the conclusion of your journey, though it would take another hour before the guard said that you could come in. Passing through mazy corridors, he emerged into a large room.

Sitting on the throne, the Divine Queen waited quietly, her eyes closed in a deep meditation. The noise of your approach appeared to disturb her, as she opened her eyes and looked directly at you. Draped in silks that shimmered like a starry night, her regal bearing was undeniable. She was the embodiment of power and beauty, every inch a goddess crowned and adored. Just a glare from her sharp and commanding eyes made you kneel without thinking.

"Well, congratulations. You've arrived on time." The queen said with a smirk, her finger enticing him forwards. "I suppose that means you've accepted my offer. Unless you're here to spurn me, that is…"

Still kneeling, you raised your head. "Your Majesty, what service can I offer you?"

"I'll give you a full explanation, perhaps… if only you didn't keep me waiting for so long." She grinned. "I won't wait further."

"Your Majesty, I don't understand."

"Nor will you have to." She stood up and stepped forward, only to stop right in front of you. Slowly, she began to circle you, evaluating you like a fruit she wanted to reach out and pluck. "Even as divine as I am, my body still has... carnal desires. And you are chosen to satisfy my needs."

"Your Majesty..."

"When we are alone, call me Regina!" She interrupted, "I'm your God, your Queen, but now I'm also your mate."

You swallowed your saliva, feeling your anticipation building. "Is this truly what you desire? Letting a lowly stable boy enjoy your body?"

She chuckled lightly. "From my perspective, I am the one who will enjoy your body. If your damned male honor requires it, then yes, you, a lowly stable boy, will have a chance to enjoy the body of this queen, a privilege exclusive to the king. Feel like you owe me now?"

"The Divine Queen's words are absolute." You stepped towards her. She came to a stop, closing her eyes as you wrapped your arms around her and pressed your lips together, taking in her taste as she pressed her tongue into your mouth. A string of saliva hung between them as she pulled her lips away, "Michael… It's the time to act..."

Your hands slowly explored her clothes, searched for knots. Your fingers could feel her curves through the thin fabric. Her skin was softer than anything you had ever felt, nearly inhuman as you caressed her hips.

Soon, you found what needed to be undone, allowing her clothes to slide from her shoulders. It tumbled to the ground in a fluttering heap, revealing her entirely nude form. Every inch was as flawless as you had imagined, the perfect representation of female beauty. At the same time, your belt was removed and your pants were dropped - you didn't feel her movement, so it must be magic.

Looking down, Regina's eyes fell upon the object she had waited for, already hardening in the open air. She bit her lip in lust, moving her hands through the length of your giant cock, then lightly wrapped her fingers around your testicles, feeling their size and weight.

Satisfied with the examination result, she leaned up to kiss you once more, chuckling. "I know you are a horse boy, but I don't expect that you have, literally, a horse cock. For providing such high-quality equipment, you deserve a reward. What do you wish for?"

"I... I want us to do it... bareback..."

The queen frowned a little: "I can feel that you're saying the truth, but not entirely."

She walked over and pressed her forehead against yours: "Let me see... oh, you actually want to cum inside me... no, not that simple... your true desire is to breed a woman... to see her belly swell with your brood... to hear her cry in labor pain..."

As she said that, an image popped up in your mind: The Divine Queen stood in the garden, her belly swelling round and big, an undeniable testament to the fact that she was sowed by a man's seed.

The cold words dragged your mind back to reality: "Do you know that according to the law, staining the royal blood is a **** crime?"

"I... I..."

The queen burst into laughter: "I'm teasing you. Yes, a widowed queen having a bastard child is quite a disaster, but don't worry about it. With my power, I cannot be impregnated against my will."

Then she leaned over and whispered to your ear: "If you truly wish for it, then make me WANT it. Using your manhood to convince my body to sire your child. Of course, you will bear no responsibility for my choice."

Her words flared your gathered arousal further, drawing the vision you had hardly dared to imagine. A newfound confidence rose in your chest, and you made a bold suggestion: "In that case, can you at least pretend that you want to be impregnated? It'll be a great help to my, uhm, performance."

"Interesting… okay, I'll act like I'm begging for a bun in the oven." She said with a seductive grin, her hands gently fell upon your neck, "But remember, if you cannot meet my expectations, you'll have no other chance to touch a woman."

"Thank you, Regina."

You lifted the queen up and carefully placed her on the discarded shroud, protecting her white back from the mud and dirt of the ground. A deep blush claimed her pretty cheeks, maybe because it had been a long time since she was treated like that.

She followed her instinct eagerly, spreading her legs with skillful elegance. The vagina of the gorgeous queen lay exposed before your very eyes, entirely at your mercy. The thought of pumping your potent seed into such a perfect womanhood brought an ache to your nether region, but you still had enough reasoning to gently lay her down.

"Become one with me." She urged.

You settled between her legs, positioning yourself above her body so your tip caressed her lower lips. Beneath you, the alluring beauty spread her legs further, revealing her wetness.

Done with the foreplay, you pressed your cock forward until it went deep into her tight entrance. As you slid inside, a burst of arousal ran through your body, and you couldn't help but groan.

The queen released a needy whine as she felt your balls slapping against her loins. She had no doubt that these two were full of strong, virile sperm that could get numerous women pregnant, and she couldn't decide whether she should add her name to that list.

As his hand traced upwards, fingers gliding over her skin, he found her breast. Cupping it in one hand for the second time only, he felt its firm roundness, driving his instincts to act.

"Regina… oh my goddess…" You groaned, continuing to push forward until you reached her deepest depths. The moment your tip touched her cervix, your eyes twitched, knowing her fertile royal womb was dangerously close.

That slight reaction didn't escape the queen's sharp eyes. She nearly wanted to feel you spurt your seed inside immediately, her body demanding to be filled with your warmth, but she knew it was not the time to rush things.

As if afraid that one wrong move might end the moment, you **** yourself to begin slow, gentle thrusts, pushing back and forth in a slow rhythm. Sliding inside each time was surely the greatest sensation you ever felt, while pulling free left you craving to enter once more. The two emotions battled, forming a stalemate.

But your mate had different ideas.

"You're going to get me pregnant…would you?" she asked between the moanings. "To see my belly swell…ahhh…with your child? To mark me... …ahhh… as yours?"

"I want it more…ahh…than you can possibly… imagine..."

Her words stirred your primal urges to breed. Suddenly, you rammed your cock into her faster and wilder. Gone the fear, anxiety, reason, all that was left was an animal seeking to breed.

The queen chuckled, knowing that she just tapped the right button. Her arms wrapped around you as she felt you shaft slide in and out intensely. She moved her hands to her young breasts, caressing them. "Of course you would…my womb is yours. I'll gladly bear your children…ahhh…and let them suckle from my breasts…"

Every fiber of your being strained at her words, as if your deepest instinct was pulled to the surface. You tried to push it deeper, but the more **** you used, the tighter her carnal became.

"Oooohhhh… what's wrong?" She moaned, lightly teasing her nipples. "Are you... not ready…to become a father? If you… ahhhh... want to breed a woman... ohhhhh.... try to shoot.... as deep as you possibly can…"

You didn't say anything, just silently putting more effort into the work. The queen allowed her muscles to relax, lying back to bask in the passion of the moment. Your lips once more met, tongues wrestling within each other's mouths, while your hands squeezed her nipples. She began to tremble lightly, utterly aroused as she approached her climax.

And then Regina's breath caught in her throat, before it emerged in the form of a deep moan as she orgasmed, her body shaking beneath you.

It's the moment you realized the tight grip of her vagina loosened, though just a little.

"T..This is your chance…" she murmured, as if she could read your thought. "Just a little …ahh…then my womb…is defenseless..."

She breathed hard as she recovered, her climax fading as she moaned in passion.

You had no time to waste. Enduring the tightness of her depths, you fucked her harder and harder, until you felt your cock approaching the finish. You kept your shaft in place, but your hand moved forward, preparing for the last strike.

"Oooohhh…Michael… let your commoner's blood flow through me… and into our children! I'll grant you…divine offspring…strong and beautiful… GET... ME… PREGNANT!"

Those words pushed you over the edge. With a loud groan, you threw yourself forward with full ****.

And it worked.

Your cock finally penetrated through her cervix, spurting your seed into her fertile womb. She wrapped her legs around your waist tightly, crying out in bliss as she enjoyed the sensation of a man cumming inside of her craveable body. Feeling hot ropes of cum pouring into her most intimate depths, she found herself orgasming once more.

Both of you clenched each other's hands firmly, as your cock pulsed inside of her, pumping every last ounce of your seed. A long moan escaped from her pretty lips, no louder than a whisper, yet feeling like a triumphant horn of victory.

Finally, after the pleasure faded, you two released each other's hands, but still wrapped in an interlocked form.

You could hardly believe what had occurred. You had sex with the woman who had the highest position in this country, with the intention of making her pregnant. At that moment, the strange dream of being selected to be God's Apprentice faded into oblivion.

"Regina... I… love you…" You muttered.

In response, the queen merely smirked to herself.

"You passed. But this is not the only time."