Keep walking

Before Alice makes a decision the Queen's servant sees and waves them both down. As she approaches she said "Wow I found you together. I actually have things to tell both of you. Samantha you are needed at the dining room at once. There has been a breakdown in negotiations and your mom isn't feeling up to this right now. We need you." Samantha frowned and with a wave to Alice started walking over to the castle. Once she is out of earshot the servant then turns to you. "Alice the Queen actually requested a presence with you. She is waiting in her room."

Alice walked over to the Queen's room. She looked around nervously as she crossed the threshold into Queen Diane's chamber. The room was lavishly appointed, with tapestries depicting ancient battles and conquests adorning the walls. A large, ornate chair sat at the far end, and in it lounged the queen, her gray hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her blue eyes piercing through the dim light. Alice, with her fiery red locks and emerald gaze, felt a twinge of apprehension mingle with the disdain she held for the older woman.

"Ah, Alice, my dear," Queen Diane's voice croaked, yet it carried an undercurrent of authority that commanded attention. "How are you finding your stay at the retreat?"

Alice swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's been... enlightening, Your Highness."

The queen's lips curled into a knowing smile. "I hear you've been spending quite a bit of time with my daughter, Samantha. She's quite taken with you."

Alice's cheeks flushed. It was true, but how could the queen possibly know?

"I won't stand in the way of young love," Queen Diane continued, her gaze raking over Alice's body. "But I have a proposition for you. I, too, would like to experience the pleasures you've been sharing with Samantha. In exchange, I'll ensure your stay here remains... comfortable."

Alice's mind raced. She had little love for the queen, but refusing her could have dire consequences. With a resigned nod, she acquiesced.

"Come closer, my child," Queen Diane beckoned, her voice a sultry whisper.

Alice stepped forward, her heart thudding in her chest. The queen reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Alice's jaw, then down her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Remove your clothes," Diane commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Alice obeyed, peeling off her dress to reveal her naked form. Diane's eyes drank in the sight of Alice's pert breasts, flat stomach, and the fiery red curls between her legs.

"Now, mount me," Diane said, her voice husky with desire as she took off her pants. Alice straddled the queen, her hands resting on the arms of the chair for support. She could feel Diane's futanari member, large and hard beneath her, and she hesitated for a moment before lowering herself onto it.

The initial penetration was uncomfortable, and Alice moved slowly, adjusting to the size of the queen inside her. Diane let out a low moan, her hands gripping Alice's hips as she began to ride her. The friction was dull at first, but as Alice continued to move, a faint glow began to emanate from between her legs, enveloping both her and Diane.

Alice felt a surge of energy course through her body, her movements becoming more fluid and passionate. The glow intensified, casting an ethereal light on the pair. Diane's moans grew louder, but soon, she was wincing in discomfort.

"Slow down, girl," Diane gasped. "You're going to break me."

Alice groaned and slowed her pace, her body still humming with the mysterious power that seemed to be awakening within her. Diane's next command surprised her. "Turn around," the queen said. "I want to see that ass of yours."

Blushing, Alice turned to face away from Diane, her back arched as she continued to impale herself on the queen's dick. The new position allowed Diane to reach around and fondle Alice's breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive nipples.

The room was filled with the sounds of their thrusting, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air. Alice could feel the pressure building inside her, though she was still far from release. Diane, on the other hand, was nearing her peak, her breathing ragged and her grip on Alice's body tightening.

With a final, guttural moan, Diane climaxed, her seed filling Alice as her body shuddered with pleasure. Alice remained still, save for the occasional twitch of her muscles, as the queen rode out the waves of her orgasm.

When it was over, Diane released her hold on Alice, panting heavily. "That was... exquisite," she said, a satisfied smile on her face. Alice slid off the queen's lap, her body still tingling from the encounter. "May I go now, Your Majesty?" she asked, her voice small.

Diane waved her hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, you may go. But don't think this is the last you'll see of me, my dear."

Alice quickly dressed and left the room, her mind reeling from what had just transpired. As she walked down the hallway, she glanced back and saw Diane standing, her posture straight and her steps sure. It was a stark contrast to the frail woman who had been confined to her chair just moments ago. Alice wondered if the Queen was faking her feebleness. But if she was why would she pretend to be so feeble during sex? These were questions to answer later, as Alice returned to her room.