Change, Victory, and a Wedding!

You stand at the altar, gazing out at the massive crowd. They have come to see a miracle. The infamous Castration Queen, bane of men and hater of penises, was getting married. Of course, her policies had done a near one-eighty since your coup several months ago. You had previously thought that she would require your guidance in dismantling the misandry she had created, but it turns out she was more than capable of doing so herself, and she never seemed to slip back into her prior hateful, bigoted state. Perhaps all she had needed was a good fuck all along?

The very day after your “coup”, she publicly gave you complete authority over the army. You knew you only had weeks at best to prepare for invasion, so you whipped your army into shape. The first thing you did was to issue strength and endurance tests to every one of your spearmen and heavy infantry. Those who failed (mostly the women who had been assigned to these units by the Queen’s affirmative action) were reassigned to support positions or retrained as archers. Some women passed the tests and remained in their posts. Others requested reassignment without even taking the test. Still, a great deal of mistrust remained between the genders of your army. Unfortunately, their simply wasn’t time to heal the damage the Queen’s fear mongering and hatred had inflicted upon the kingdom’s military.

The neighboring kingdom invaded three weeks later. You met them in battle on a flat plain which favored your archer heavy ****. The battle was fierce, and many good men and women (mostly men) fell, but in the end your forces were able to drive the invaders back. That night, the powerful aphrodisiac called victory worked its magic among your forces. The celebration in your camp descended into a wild, enthusiastic orgy. Women’s moans and men’s grunts echoed through the night, and the gender rift was all but healed by morning.

When you returned to the capital the Queen awarded you the Garland of Victory, the highest military honor, and publicly announced your engagement to a roaring crowd. Privately, she spent hours on her knees beside the Princess that night, mother and daughter eagerly sucking your cock.

Today was the day of your wedding. The Queen slowly walked up the isle in her beautiful white wedding dress that left the top half of her enormous bosom exposed.

“In the name of the Gods on High,” intoned the priest, “I hereby name you man and wife.” You take the Queen into your arms and kiss her deeply as the crowd cheers and applauds. They cheer even louder as you lower your hand to squeeze her fine ass in front of everyone. In response she reaches around and fondles YOUR behind. The two of you turn, smirking at each other and the crowd and walk back down the aisle, hands openly groping each other’s backsides. The citizens are packed around the outside of the cathedral, and they cheer and throw rice as you walk your bride to your royal carriage.

You notice several prostitutes plying their crafts on the outskirts of the crowd. You catch a glimpse of the former Oracle as she leads two men into an alley. You smile. Perhaps she is learning to enjoy her new job.

You step into the carriage. As soon as the door closes, the Queen eagerly lifts her layered white skirts above her waist, revealing her wet snatch. She is, of course, not wearing any underwear. She grins at you slyly. You quickly unbuckle your belt and fish out your rapidly hardening cock. She climbs atop you lap, lining her newlywed pussy with your giant dick. She sinks down onto you slowly, savoring the stretching of her soaking slit.

“My Queen,” you gasp.

“My King,” she responds.

You pull down the bodice of her dress to suck and lick her nipples while she rides your cock at increasing speeds. Finally, she slips down to her knees on the carriage floor, stroking your cock with both hands. “MMMmmn. Cum for me, husband. Make my face match my dress. Oh yesssssss!”

You explode all over her face, covering her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and chin in gobs of your hot, sticky seed. She moans as she fingers herself to orgasm on her knees before you, your cum coating her face.

The carriage stops. She lowers her white veil back over her face, leaving the ropes of cum slowly dripping down her face. She grins wickedly and steps out of the carriage. As you escort her back to the royal chambers in which you both now live, you pass several servants and palace staff. They all pretend not to notice your load on the Queen’s face, even though her thin, filmy veil is clearly not enough to hide it.

You pick up your wife and carry her over the threshold of your apartments. As you step in the door, four pairs of gentle, feminine hands accost you and your bride. “It’s time for your wedding night, Mom and Dad,” giggles the Princess happily. The Beastmistress and the Executioner guide you to the edge of the bed and sit you down while the Princess and the Guard do the same for the Queen. The Executioner presses herself against your back, cooing in your ear and running her hands over your chest and abs. As she presses herself against you, you can feel how her body is beginning to change with her pregnancy, her belly slightly larger, her breasts swollen and soft. The Beastmistress sinks to her knees taking your cock into her mouth. She moans in pleasure as she tastes the Queen’s pussy all over your cock.

The Queen is receiving similar treatment. The guard worships her enormous tits, squeezing and suckling them, while the Princess eagerly laps at her own mother’s pussy.

“Oh my daughter,” The queen says playfully, “are you so curious about where you came from?”

The Princess giggled. “Maybe I am. It’s hard to believe I came out through such a tight little hole…” she nipped at her mothers labia, making her groan and push the Princess’s face further into her muff.

“Ohhhh, yesssss. Maybe the King and I will give you a little sister, and show you how its done.”

“Maybe the King and I will give YOU a granddaughter, and I’ll find out for myself!”

Smiling, you lean over to kiss your new bride, each resting a hand on the girl orally servicing you.

It’s going to be a great night.