Exit: (Loyal Evil Queen Arma) - History's Most Ardent Wingwoman

(Much of this is recap if you've read any other Arma exit preceding the King/Maid Branches. You can skip to the next linebreak if that's the case and miss nothing.)

Arma's Perspective

I’d just entered the castle when I saw a young man suddenly appear in the middle of the corridor and strike the ground. He rolled and clutched at his head, blinking blearily at the world around him as if in a daze. Immediately, my mediocre training as a Priestess - preceding my ultimate (and shameful) class-change to Knight - led to me kneeling by his side.

“Are you alright?” I asked, smiling gently. “Do you need assistance?”

He didn’t respond: His dazed eyes didn’t seem to see anything at all: At least, not me. He was looking, but not anywhere near the right location.

A simple cure wounds should hopefully ease his pain enough for focus to return, and then some proper answers may be acquired before the guards see him and come to… unfortunate (but perhaps not unwarranted) conclusions.

The light flies from my hands and washes over him.

“There. Did that help?” I ask, drawing his attention back to me. I can certainly tell he’s relieved, but to what extent I’m uncertain. “I’m sorry, but that is the best I’m capable of at my level.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He answers, surprisingly accentless for someone so clearly not from anywhere near my lands.

Still, progress is progress. Now, to gently pry for some information… “I’m glad. You seem quite lost… might I know your name?”

“Yeah, um. I’m James. James Jordanson.” He introduces himself with a foreigner’s name, “from Hopsville.” …and a nondescript place of origin. He’s nervous. Why? I’m not likely to hurt him: He’s clearly human, foreigner that he is. “Um, and you are…?”

I can’t help it, I release a small laugh. How could he find himself in front of the Kingdom’s only Princess and not realize it? Truly, it must be a strange magic to bring him here.

“I am Arma Armelia, heir-apparent to the Kingdom of Armelia,” I answer simply, “and this is my family’s castle.” He swallows, nervous. Why? “Might I know what you’re doing here?”

“Um, I… don’t have a story you’ll believe. I fell, I think,” This was evident: I witnessed it, after all, “and just kind of… wound up here?”

I tilt my head. He seems quite confused: Was it not his magic which brought him here? It must not have been. I hope-- oh! The device in his lap buzzes, like an angry bee. Is it responsible? He brings it up to his chest in a hurry and---

the world erupts in a kaleidoscope of color and magic

---fills the air as I work my enchantments and tease myself to excite my delightfully ingenious husband. Hus...band? Something feels strange about that thought. My hands pause their ministrations for a moment, but the magic in the air pushes them gently back into motion, like leafs on a stream. I feel strange. Like years have passed in the blink of an eye, and yet - clear as day - I've certainly lived them all the same.

When did... I marry? My husband and I...

Right. My husband and I met in... this room, I believe? Somewhere around... three years ago? He charmed me with his innovative ideas, and creative - albeit somewhat overtly direct - mind. Of course, there's more to a man than his mind, and I look down at his wonderful cock. Wonderful? It's -- Naturally, it's...

My brow furrows, keen mind trying to wake through the haze of lust I've worked myself into.

My husband's cock is... the most wonderful tool at our disposal? Yes. It... has conquered so many of my - our - enemies. Truly, it seems st-- perfectly natural, inevitable, even that such an ideal endowment turn so many women to putty oh-so-easily. From the sisters who contested my reign, to the rival queens' and by proxy their obstinate husbands. I can't really blame them, having made great personal use of this tool myself...

...so easily as that? Surely, I'm too proud to stoop to their level? Proud? Haven't I always strived to keep a humble understanding of... I can't even finish the thought. It feels too absurd. What need do I have of humility? I am Queen Arma of Armelia, first woman to reign from the throne, and sworn devotee of my husband's cock.

Wait. Wha--

--at am I even on about? A Whore - even a Queen-Whore - should have no shame or regret yielding to her favored man's ministrations. Truly, I've managed to confuse myself quite heartily today. Honestly, introspection at a time like this? What am I, a mewling little Princess, having her first time? Phah!

The tingling magic fades and calms as my mind finally ceases its whirl.

Oh poor James must have noticed my thoughts run amiss: He seems somewhat confused. "Don't worry, my dear," I purr, leaning close enough to whisper within my husband's ear, "I was just thinking of our next conquest. I've worked with dear" I say the word with utmost irony, "Rosalyn - the Queen of Targalia, you might recall?"

I honestly hope he doesn't: women like that are best conquered and forgotten when they're unneeded. He only really needs me, after all.

"--and we've successfully baited the reclusive elves into attending our next ball. There..." He still looks just as confused, though. Hm. "Oh my, perhaps you don't feel up to this sort of business today, hm~?"

Well, no matter: let us simply have some fun now and speak in the morning. Keen as James may be, I do know he'd much rather have a good lay than speak of business in bed, as, ahah, exciting as I find the topic to be.

Releasing my breasts, I slide smoothly downward and give my husband's lordly cock a tender kiss. And then I begin my work, sliding it between my lips and in, and out, teasing it with my tongue as it goes. Careful not to bite, and sheathing it in magic just to be safe...

Like this, James loses track of himself as we engage in his favorite part of the foreplay. I let him enjoy it for quite a while before I trigger his first release: He deserves it for being such a wonderful specimen after all. I'll have my turn in a few minutes, after he's worked out some stress.

Ah, but I really can't wait to knock those pompous elves down a peg or six. And then? Then we'll have the entirety of the continent on-side, and we'll be able to expand our network of tittering sycophants and supplicating sluts beyond.

Perhaps even challenge that upstart "Demon King?" What a foolish being: I can't wait to help James break him, along with his empire.

[AN: Naturally, I start to work on things again and... the image host is down. Again. String of bad luck recently, or good luck beforehand? I need to look into some alternatives / backup hosts... Thankfully, the next change in the queue is another Exit courtesy of our newest commenter. Speaking of which... on to the chapter.Arma, as a traditionally prideful evil queen, ended up doing quite a bit of mental gymnastics to justify reducing herself to a whore worshiping her husband and sucking his cock. Consequently, this has become a world where her husband and his cock are something capable of reducing even a prideful evil queen into a whore that literally worships them.

Naturally, being evil, she has decided to exploit that... and thus James has turned himself into an NTR protagonist which Arma is using to shadow-puppet the neighboring states via seducing and charming their ruler's significant others. There's a little more to it than just 'James meets woman, whips it out, profit.' but I don't think we really need to go into that much detail here, do we?]