Meeting the royal family

I'm escorted through stunning halls, each of which seems to be more opulent than the last.

I'm told to wait outside a set of doors, and one of the guards dips into the room to inform the occupants of my arrival. After a moment, I'm brought in.

The second I enter, a squeal splits my ears, and I'm immediately pulled into an intense embrace. My face is pressed deep into a valley of cleavage, my entire body smothered by the hug.

"Ohhh, he's so cute! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Now now, Aisha, let the poor thing breathe."

To my disappointment, my face is removed from the incredibly soft cleavage, and I'm brought face to face with a beautiful young woman, with tits the size of my head and thighs that look like they could crush a melon. Her skin has a faint cerulean hue to it. She's grinning ear to ear, and she holds up what is clearly a phone, and takes a picture of me. She then turns away from me, furiously tapping on the screen as she does.

Huh. Guess some things never change.

"Hello, young human." I turn to face the new voice, and I'm greeted with an even more beautiful woman, though clearly more mature. Just like her daughter, her skin has a cerulean hue, albeit it's much more pronounced. "I am Queen Aliza, and this is my daughter, Princess Aisha."

"Uh...hi," I mutter, awkwardly. "My name is Peter Smith - oh, should I kneel? I've never met royalty before."

The Queen chuckles, and informs me that I do not have to kneel. She leans over towards her daughter, and calls for her attention.

As she leans, her generous bust shifts in her clothes, and her cleavage is put on full display. Both her and her daughter are incredibly gifted.

Aisha doesn't look away from her phone, and Aliza sighs as she easily plucks it from her hand.

"Ah-hey! I was texting my friends!"

"Yes, I know, but your new pet is here. It cost quite a lot - bring him to your room and get him acquainted."

Aisha groans. "Couldn't the guards do that?"

Aliza's expression sours. "Young lady, you said you would bear at least SOME of the responsibility for this. So, take him to your room." I watch, entranced, as Aliza deposits the phone within her expansive cleavage. Aisha pouts as she does. "You'll get this back after dinner."

"Ugggghhh! Fiiiinnneee!" Aisha approaches me, and grabs me by the hand.

"Uh, it was nice meeting you, Your Majesty," I awkwardly blurt out as I'm tugged along by Aisha.

I obediently follow her, partly because I have a fantastic view of her generous ass. Most human women would kill for an ass like that - and most human men would kill for a chance at an ass like that. I feel my loins stirring as I silently hope that I'll be given such a chance.

"Okay, this is my room," Aisha announces. A guard opens the door we've stopped at. I barely have time to thank the guard before being pulled into the room, the door swinging shut behind me.