The real work begins

Celebrations over and slowly returning to the comparatively mundane day-to-day of your new position as Queen, it quickly appears that your opportunities to sleep in ever again are dwindling fast. With the first crack of light, even before dawn has fully broke, there are knocks outside your door, servants to help you prepare for your day, and rouse you from your sleep, reluctantly, groaning in response. Prince Oragon, your evening companion, awakens as well, but seems to be better suited to early mornings than you. His feet find the floor in a swift manner, and he proceeds to put on yesterday's attire, as best he can in their wrinkled state. "Sounds like you have a busy day ahead of you Your Majesty. Likely best that I get out of the way." Suitably dressed in just a couple of minutes, he reaches to your side of the bed and softly kisses your cheek "We'll be heading home today, I suspect. If I don't see you until than, let this be goodbye, for now" He leans in for another kiss, this time you have enough energy to turn and kiss him back, softly but passionately. "Goodbye, my dear prince" You coo softly

"Goodbye, my only love" As he kisses again and heads for the door. As he opens the door to leave, attendants flood the room with breakfast, clothing for the day, and the like. You reluctantly bring yourself upright as you eat in bed, becoming more fully conscious as you do.

"What's going on today that I need to be up so early?" You ask, to nobody in particular. Thankfully, someone had the answer. Geralt, your trusted guardian and steward, and the most anal-retentive man you have ever known when it comes to details
"Today is a tour throughout the kingdom Your Majesty, to celebrate your inauguration and ascension to the throne." His arms move with flourishes similar to a conductor as he speaks.
"We celebrated my taking the throne two days ago with the coronation..." You reply, grumbily "I should know, I was there for it"
"That was for the nobility and foreign dignitaries. This is a celebration for the commoners to see and celebrate their new Queen, and for you to be seen amongst them"
"Is a parade involved" You inquire
"Why of course Your Majesty"
"Cancel it" your words are immediate and curt, throwing Geralt off
"I beg your bardon, Your Highness?"
"Do you think there's anyone in Linthalia who is unaware of my existance? Anyone in the capital who missed that it was my coronation or my mother's wedding? Has there been any change to the Kingdom since I took the throne two days ago?"
Geralt stammers looking for a real answer, not understanding the underlying sarcasm
"I thought not. The parade is cancelled Geralt. We'll walk the route and make stops along the way. I won't just be seen among the people, I will actually interact with them and hear what they have to say"
"My lady, you have consular and advisors for that sort of thing"
The argument has brought you more awake than your breakfast did. Finished, you get out of bed and begin getting dressed. The robes presented to you were meant for the parade, large flowing gown that would be more suitable for a carriage ride, one that would be pulled by servants.
"It wouldn't be the first time consular and advisors got something wrong or missed something. Even if they have everything right, the people will know that their new Queen is listening and cares, which will raise their spirits. There is value in that"
"Of course Your Majesty" he submits, recognizing this was not an argument he would win "But you will be guarded by soldiers just the same..."

Despite your orders, it seems that a parade was still in order, as Geralt was ultimately in charge of making the changes. It was at least more subdued, which was to your liking, but you'd have to take a word with him later to not undermine your position. Your "guard" still contained trumpeters, drummers, flag holsters, as well as the ceremonial guard, which despite having excellent drill and precision in their movements were useless in an actual altercation. Actual palace soldiers were also entrusted immediately near you to protect you and to help clear the path. Taking this as a walk may be more exhausting, and likely to ruin the legs of your gown, but it allowed a more intimate interaction with the people. True to your expectations, the Linthalian people were ecstatic to see their Queen up close and face to face, walking among them.

Your first, but certainly not the last deviation from the plan came with a stop at the harbor, often considered to be the heart of Linthalia, the ships constantly flowing in and out it's lifeblood. Many a morning and evening were spent as a young girl watching the merchant and naval ships coming through. As you walked through the harbor, your real interest today was in your Royal Navy, the greatest armada known to man. The ships were all built by foreign hands, but proudly sailed and captained by hearty Linthalian patriots, men and women alike. The last ship in the row was the pride of fleet, your countries Flagship, rightly titled The Maiden Queen. The crew was busy making all of the necessary preparations to head back out to sea. Your curiosity got the better of you as you came up close to this triple-decked wonder and let yourself onto the ship, causing both your guards and the crew to spiral into a panic. The ships Boatswain piped you on board, causing the crew to stop in place, and the officers to come barreling out of their quarters, lead by the Admiral.

"What is the meaning of this!" He called out, until he saw you aboard the weather deck "Your Majesty! Forgive me, I had no idea you were coming! Forgive me!" He made a salutary bow towards you before barking out orders "All Hands! Fall in! Prepare for inspection!" Hundreds of feet started to scurry as you raised your hands up to abate him "There is no need for that Admiral, really."
"Belay last! As you were sailors! Step lively!" He bellowed fiercely before his demeanor changed to soft and respectable "How can this crew help our beloved Queen today?"
"Admiral, I must admit that I have found sailing ships absolutely fascinating. Ever since I was a little girl I imagined being a captain of a ship like this, leading my men into battle against scurvy pirates and the like. My mother told me I was setting my sights too low" The crew and officers in ear shot laughed politely "At any rate, it came to my attention that I've never actually toured a proper naval vessel before, and so I thought today would be the day to have that changed. Would you and your men lead the way.
"Of course Your Majesty. This is the finest crew in the Fleet, they'll show you everything." True to his word, starting below the waterline and working up to the captain's deck, there isn't a compartment, tool, or position that isn't explained and shown off with pride. When possible, you tried to have the crew show and explain things, turning only to the officers for the duties that were solely theirs, like navigation. The tour in all took a few hours; you estimate your original parade would be over by now, and the desert sun started to raise near noon. The Admiral had made a point to have the men in rank and file to see you off their ship properly.
"Admiral, your ship and your crew truly are remarkable. You should all be very proud of yourselves, as I am all exceptionally proud of each of you. Do they know know how to swim?"
"Why, of course Your Majesty."
"Than perhaps as a thank you for allowing me to interrupt your day, you would allow the crew to swim with their Queen?" As you stood near the starboard side, your hands on the edge of your gown, ready to jump in naked. The crew, normally highly disciplines and orderly, could contain themselves, hollering and shouting at the idea. Knowing the months of grumbling he would hear if he refused, and perhaps wanting to play along, he relented

"My lady, the Officers and crew of The Maiden Queen would be honored to be protect you while you take a swim in your own waters. Let there be a shark or sea monster that dares come after you while we're on the watch!" The crew shouts in unison, and with a fluid motion, your robe falls to the deck and you jump feet first into the ocean. Despite the burning heat, the sea water seemed frigid, chilling you immediately. It takes a few moments for the crew to remove their own clothing and follow you in, but their rowdiness could not be contained. For all their hoots and hollering, they were far better behaved than would typically be expected of a sailor; not a single grab or touch of your body from one of them. You suspect having an integrated crew was a part of this; the hardships of having to sail for months at a time could be levied by at least having pleasurable company to fill the free moments. A few of them offer to have a race, which you agree to. You handily lose, but happily so, seeing the strength and competitiveness they all have. The crew cheered you despite your position for at least being a good enough sport to participate.

Having had you fill of the sea for now, you are brought back up to the ship's main deck by the side boys, while the rest of the crew had to scrap for the ladder a way's off. This gave you opportunity to speak privately with Admiral.

"Admiral, may I burden you for a final favor?"
"Of course Your Majesty, what may that be?"
"A few minutes alone below decks with the men of your crew?"

"Yes, of course Your Majesty..." The Admiral submits to the request, fully aware of the implications. You make your way down to the male cabins as the Admiral and his officers return to their quarters. You posture yourself in one of the many cloth hammocks, legs spread invitingly in wait. Eyes closed, you softly brush your hands against your nipples and clitoris as you wait for them, growing in eager anticipation as you hear their heavy feet storm down the wooden stairs. You hear hollars and a few gasps of surprise as the men, commoners, see their most noble sovereign Queen laid out before them. In shock, none are quite so bold to charge in, though you see they are already ready for the act.

"Hello boys" You welcome them seductively "I just wanted to thank you for giving me a tour today, and for what you do for Linthalia every day. Just wanted to give you a little something to remember when you're out sea, far from home." Understanding the gesture, the men swarm you. The vanguard hoists you by the hips and penetrates you quickly, wasting no time in 'foreplay' or 'romance'. A more cunning sailor swarms to the other side and cranes your neck, shoving his cock down your able throat. The rest find whatever they can to work with, you stroke others with your hands, you feel rough workman's hands grope your chest. A pair of perverts rub their cocks directly against your soft but dirty feet. With men behaving this way, it'll be over before you know it, and that does appear to be somewhat true.

You feel a sudden spurt of warm stickiness on your face after only a few minutes. Interestingly, the first touch of cum you feel isn't from any of the cocks inside you or even touching you, but a man who masturbated at the sight of you, and got carried away. You look out of the corner of your eye, and even with your sight inverted, the man doesn't mind that he didn't get the full opportunity, merely being able to unload on a pretty face as yours was enough. He seems to be in good company, this is not a crowd of patient and calm men. Loads are dumped down your throat or in your pussy quickly, and another cock immediately fills the vacancy of the one that left it. Those not content to wait spray their seed where they will; most on your beautiful face, but more than a few on your bountiful chest as well.

Your act of kindness over, you make your back above decks, leaving the ship to it's important work. You take a cloth to wipe the cum and sweat off your body, but leave a fair amount on your face, clearing only enough to clearly see. You put your gown back on and return to Geralt and the guards. The senior is apathetic at the sight of you

"Gods, Your Majesty, you cannot be serious..."

"You do not approve Geralt?"

"It seems I cannot take you anywhere, or leave you unattended with a group of hoodlum naval men."

"It seems to me a career army man is letting a life long grudge get in the way of good judgement, and I will hear no more of your grumbling on this matter."

"Of Course Your Majesty, forgive my outburst" Geralt said respectfully "But your dawdling has ruined any sense of time we were trying to keep for your parade. We should return back to the castle now."

"And I told you before we left that there would not be a parade. Your Queen wishes to travel the capital of her Kingdom, and you and your guards will go and do as ordered."

"Yes of course. Where would your Majesty like to go next?"