The Queen Alana

Louis and Jacqueline lead you to a room where a woman awaits sitting. She is Iberian, judging by her dress, a beautifully tailored noblewoman's red flamenco dress. Her tan skin indicated she was from the more southern area of Iberia. "My friend," Louis says to you, "this is Queen Alana, my father's second wife and my step-mother. My Queen, this is the King of Ostgrenze."

Queen Alana seats cross-legged though her long dress hides her legs. She seats with a smirk on her face. Her doe eyes focus on you and she slowly blinks at you. Almost as if she wants your attention. Her dark brown hair flows freely down her bare shoulders. Her dress hugs her voluptuous figure, showing off her well-rounded breasts with a generous amount of cleavage. She rests her arm on the round table next to her. Her other arm, which was resting on her lap, is raised forward in front of her.

"Enchanted to meet you, good King." She says with a hint of charm to her voice. Her red lips seemed to emphasize each other. At the same age as her husband Francois in her mid-40's, Queen Alana is a seductive woman. You don't approach her though. This all felt as though she demands her hand kissed and you wouldn't go for it. Sultrily, she tilts her head and tells Louis and Jacqueline, "You may go now." Your two friends leave without uttering a word.

With them gone, Alana gets up and with her hands on her hips, she slowly walks over to you. Taking great care to make sure her bosoms bounce even if it were only subtle. Your eyes couldn't help but look at her fleshy orbs. She smirks when she notices you looking.

"You know it is considered rude not to kiss a noblewoman's offered hand." She says while lightly poking your chin with her nail.

"As a gentleman, I would have done so. However, a queen may not demand a king to kiss her hand." You say back sternly.

She trails her finger from your chin to the hollow of your neck. "Is that right?"

"You had your step-son and your soon-to-be step-daugther-in-law guide me here to your quarters. Why?" You ask straight.

"Is it so wrong to get to know the new young king in the political scene?" She lays her flirtatiously on your chest. She beams at you almost immediately, "Your heart is beating slightly faster than usual, good King." She giggles, "What could have possibly gotten it so worked up, I wonder? Are you nervous? Do I scare you?" Another hand lands on your neck and slides up your cheek, tenderly caressing it. "Or could it be," she feels your heartbeat increasing, "that I am excite you?"

You take a step back and her hands leave you. "Did you bring me here to flirt with me, good Queen? A married woman shouldn't be flirting with another man."

Alana lets out a cheery laugh, "Oh there is no love between me and my husband, King of Ostgrenze. Our marriage like most between nobility was purely political. I was first married to a man much older than I was. He was found dead the morning after our wedding night. I was married a second time but my husband died from **** on an apple during a wedding celebration. I was engaged to another but he died after falling off a horse." Yikes, this woman sounds cursed. "My family was getting **** and I did not want to grow old a spinster. So my father had succeeded in arranging me to King Francois a few years after his wife died."

She takes a step forward and you hold your ground, "He hasn't laid a finger on me since our wedding night. You want to know why I had brought here?" You nod once. She explains, "I've been here in Lothelsabourg for over a year now. I was sent here to arrange Francois' son to marry Franz Jacques' daughter. I succeeded as you must have seen by now. Louis was sent here some months after to get to know his betrothed."

You remark happily, "They are getting along splendidly." You've grown to like Louis and Jacqueline during your time here.

Alana sighs happily too. "They're the lucky ones I guess. But enough of them. My husband already left for home. He asked me to come along but I wanted to spend time here for... certain activities." She then sends you a sly, knowing gaze with a fitting and matching smile, "I heard you last night. I was out walking aimlessly and I passed by your door. I heard you last night. You sure showed whoever you were with a wonderful time."

You begin to realize what Alana wants and you frown. "I want you to fuck me." She says clutching your manhood through your trousers and works on it.