Emma Von Swanson, Queen of Byrulon

You are Emma Von Swanson, the Queen of Byrulon, the most powerful nation in Gwaydor. You were born to one of the extremely wealthy noble families. And for your entire life you knew you were going to marry the King.

You and your husband grew up together. Many times you would sneak out of your parent's castles and see each other. However, while both of you learned to love one another, yours was more of a love of a brother.

Since you were born to the upper class, your parents could afford the best education money could buy. As a result, you are extremely intelligent, and there is no doubt that if anything ever happened to the King, you would be more than a capable ruler by yourself.

Unlike many of the female nobles, you have not grown up fat and pudgy. Rather, your slim figure seems to be the definition of elegance, and the rest of your body meets that praise as well. Making a fashion statement, you ware your long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail with a few long locks straining down the front of your face. Your high cheekbones, full pouting lips, beautiful blue eyes, and flawless skin would grab men's attention everywhere you went even if you weren't the Queen.

Your hourglass figure is complete with 32 inch hips, a 24 inch waist, and huge 40 size E breasts that seem to defy gravity. Most claim you use some form of magic to look so perfect. Indeed, sometimes you think there must have been a spell cast upon you when you were but a babe for you to look so good. But much to your credit, you're one hundred percent natural.

Fate seemed to wish to throw you a wild card, however, and three years ago something happened that would change your life forever.

Ever since your first time with Lord Von Swanson, you had always loved sex. In fact, every chance you could you tried to have someone's cock ram up into your cunt. It didn't matter if it was your husband's or not, you just wanted one. Hell, even on your wedding day, after you said, "I do," you fucked three men before you retreated to your bedchambers to have your new husband finish you off. And three years ago, you got all the cock you could take.

While travelling back to castle Von Swanson from a diplomatic meeting in Svitzand, your entourage was ambushed by a company of thieves while you were in your carriage being fucked out of your mind by the captain of your guards Sir Thomas Greensbro.

They slaughtered your men and left Captain Greensbro for dead when they kidnapped you. Retreating back to some god-forsaken fortress, they took you every chance they could. In fact, for twelve days your pussy was never without a prick. And you loved every second of it.

The gangbang was fantastic. Every hole was filled, every orifice had cum being pumped into it at a constant rate. Not only that, but there wasn't a spot on your body that wasn't covered in the sticky white liquid. So much of it was there even every single strand of your hair was coated from root to tip. It was like a white dye. Your favorite memory was when they got your pussy so sloppy and loose they shoved two cocks in it at one time. By the end of those two weeks, your womb was flooded with the sperm of men you didn't know.

But that was not what changed your life. Granted that was where your first child was conceived, but what truly changed your life was your rescuer: Sir Scott Gygora.

He was tall, about six foot three with striking blue eyes, and shoulder length blond hair. He charged into that room like a god, bringing justice and mercy to all those who stood in his way. And you will never forget nor regret your first words to him. In a dazed state from exhaustion and for the first time in twelve days without a prick you looked straight into his eyes and said, "Fuck me." After which, you passed out.

When you awoke, you were in the middle of a forest. After clearing your eyes, you cast your gaze upon Sir Gygora and simply admired his muscular form. He introduced himself as a knight in your realm, and it was then, with everything you could muster, you attacked him. Trying to slide his hard cock into your pussy, still dripping with the cum of nearly a hundred other men.

He easily defended from your meager attempts to rip his clothes off. After which, he cast a light spell of Remedy. When he did, you found yourself able to control your desires slightly. The two of you then began your month long journey back to your kingdom.

Upon the way, he told you his life story, and your heart broke when he told you what happened to his wife and daughter. Secretly, however, you thanked the gods that he was now a free man. And in return for his tales, you told him yours.

Throughout your journey, the two of you faced many obstacles. You were being mostly useless in all of them. If fact, in most cases you merely hindered his ability since he had to defend both you and himself. But he never complained. As a matter of fact, he seemed to enjoy it. As did you.

You became the damsel in distress, and everytime you called for him, he came. Only in your tale, he would never share your bed. And you tried god how you tried to have him slide his rock hard ten-inch prick into your insanely loose pussy. You even gave him blowjobs when he was asleep. And from the first time he came in your mouth, that was all you ever drank on your way back. Often times, you dehydrated during the day. You made up for it, however, at night. Drinking his sperm down until he could shoot no more. But alas, he never pounded your pussy away in the middle of the night. You were married, and he refused to allow you to sin any further.

Through his chivalry, bravery, courage, kindness, and the million other things he was, you fell in love with him. And you could see he fell for you to. From the first moment you saw him, he would forever be your knight in shining armor, the bright light in the middle of darkness, your hero.

Upon your return, your husband celebrated your rescue, and honored Sir Scott by deeming him a Paladin. A title you felt no man was worthier of. He would go on to prove that he had earned his title by vanquishing many beasts, creatures and demons that terrorized the people of all Gwaydor.

And as for you, you further proved the title you were secretly earning. Slut. You've slept with every count, duke, lord, baron, noble, and knight in your country, and more in others. Even your servants had the pleasure of feeling your cunt wrap around their cocks. One baron went so far as to say, "You my dear Queen have the loosest cunt in the whole of Gwaydor," as he pounded his cock into your sloppy slit.

It is something that for some reason you have spent the last three years trying to live up to. You've done everything you can to try and stretch your pussy wider. Even go so far as to make it a personal goal.

But your true mission, however, is to share a wedding bed with Sir Scott Gygora. And tonight, at the third anniversary of your rescue, you've devised a plan just for that.