Social change

It went on for that for centuries. Specifics changed, the balance of power switched constantly, but in my fief things stayed much the same. But the world around was not so unchanging. While I fucked my way through life, watched my children grow old and die, and governed my territory with as many outrageous displays of promiscuity I could, the world changed. New lands were found beyond the seas to the west. The Western Roman Empire fell to the muslim Ottomans. A monk became disillusioned with the papacy, and gathered enough people to his Protestantism to actually challenge the Holy See. I didn't like most of his views, they were in many ways even more restrictive than the catholics, but still I anonymously spread some of the texts anonymously in my fief, as he had this idea of a ruler being the head of church as well, instead of having to bow under the Pope. Now I was never a Queen. I could have claimed that title several times during the worried times in the region, but doing so would have drawn attention to me, of a sort I didn't want. If people realized that the same woman had been ruling for centuries, and doing so in a way which was very much against the morals of the time, I would not have been able to go on. And that scrutiny would definitely have come with a royal crown. Indeed, even without it, even while keeping a relatively low profile, fighting against such recognition was one of my primary concerns. But I was a powerful enough ruler that whoever the King above me was, knew better than to antagonize me. I had prosperous lands, a population that was by and large extremely loyal to me, and had had no major incursion undermining my power for as long as I'd ruled. If my King wanted the power of my knights and soldiers, he knew the price for that was a high level of autonomy for me.

In the major wars, I sent my troops, often led by one of my sons as a general. I sent with them a baggage train where, in addition to cooks, smiths, and other things normal for the time, there were women to be sexually used by the soldiers. Many times my daughters took part in this duty, excited by the idea of being surrounded by military men, serving regiments of troops at a time. While marching, they were usually just used throughout the night, but when the army camped, they would be around the clock cocksockets. I didn't leave my fief for such things, though I regularly spent nights in the guard barracks at home, and was happy to participate in the orgies at muster, and when the army would return home again at war's end. And of course, those who'd served beyond the calls of duty, and were given awards, had the use of my fuckholes during their stay at the castle as an additional benefit.

I raised my daughters as best as I could to become cock-hungry sluts like me. But however I tried, and however eager they were to take on an endless amount of dick, over the thousand years I've been alive, only two of them have gotten to meet with Lilith and get similar rewards as me.

My time ruling was fraught with these seemingly world-turning changes, but for the most parts, I kept my province out of it. But one change, while slower and less sudden than many of the others, meant I had to change.