King's Throne → Royal Breeding Chamber

...You know what? Fuck it: Let's fuck her a bit less metaphorically. First up, hot as getting it on with her right her in the throne room would be, you know what'd be hotter? A place specifically set aside for her to get bred. To that end, let's replace 'King's Throne' with 'Royal Breeding Chamber.'

The throne shoots its way into the ground, depositing her majesty flat on her ass on the ground... which abruptly gains a white cushion beneath her. It's not a really a bed though: Just padded sheets, right here on the ground. Meanwhile the room's back has sped away from us. Surprisingly large space for what it's used for.

As for her majesty, she's leaned back onto her palms and spread her legs quite wide, staring my way with bedroom eyes and open anticipation. Her outfit's mostly the same, minus some finer details, and her crown's shifted from gold to a coppery color.

As for Arma, she's still here, clinging tightly to me, but we're both kneeling on the bedding. It seems she's not that willing to offer me up to her mother, although the motive could be anything from possessiveness to not wanting to be pushy.

I...

(slut-queen, pink hair, feminine face, full voluptuous horny appearance, biting lip seductively, legs spread, begging, royal apparel, royal breeding chamber, crown, inside a castle)