Queen Candidates

It is well known that a king needs an heir, and to secure an heir, a king needs a queen. You sit today, one week after your coronation, atop your throne as your seneschal presents 7 beautiful princesses, each from a different neighboring country. You're not sure if this is coincidence, but they each wear a dress of a different color, and make up to match. Most other kingdoms do not value aesthetics as your kingdom does, so perhaps this is the result of your own vassals preparing them for you. Fine dresses to emphasize their bodies' modest strengths, bright lipstick likely to hide their own thin lips...no, if one of these princesses becomes your bride, you can not approach from a place of disdain. It's like your father said, "a King should keep love in his heart so that it may be strong. He needs that strong heart to keep his cock hard." A wise man.

You appraise the women again. They are not truly so homely...though part of you is somewhat offput by the fact that they do happen to be lined up and colored in such a way to appear as a rainbow...Well, it's perhaps best to lean into it...

You start off with the young woman in red. Your Seneschal called her Tuina Mayali, and she is the 2nd daughter, and most beautiful woman the Kingdom of Mayali could provide. He says that for all 6 of the other women too, using a different number and the appropriate kingdom each time. Tuina is to your surprise, more what some might call handsome. Whoever thought to dress her as a woman and coat her with makeup made an error, she'd likely look much better in some sort of suit. She is tan of skin, though by her people's standards she'd be considered 'fair skinned' and she is powerfully built, as you'd expect from a Mayali. She could probably carry you to bed, though you're confident you could tame her with your cock...Especially since she doesn't seem nearly as proud or domineering as Mayali women you've heard of. Her cheeks nearly match her scarlet dress as she shyly fumbles her introduction. Her ruby red lips move quickly, and while she began with power in her voice, it was quickly exhausted after saying her name and kingdom, and she nearly mumbled as a mouse when it was time to explain her interests. You managed to pick up "hunting" and "cooking." Her curves are minimal, but her role as your queen would be to give you a son...You can imagine your features with hers would create quite the ladykiller...

The next was the young woman in orange. Her name was Resel Sieren, The something daughter of the country who bears her name. Most beautiful. Her Orange dress fit her well, though it could only be said to be doing its best at flattering her figure. While Tuina had some curves, if only from her stature, Resel's body made you wonder if she was really old enough to be here, which you foolishly voiced aloud. Your seneschal responded in a huff to assert that she was actually ten years your senior. You were about to then ask if she was young enough to bear a child, before a glare from the old man, as if reading your mind, stilled your royal tongue. He said that she was paradigmatic of her people, possessing the sweet face, slender limbs, and mental acuity they were known for. Your mind drifted to the thought of your obscene monster cock, and you were torn over the erotic contrast of her body against it, and the fear you might literally tear this girl in half. You came back to your senses as the woman introduced herself. She was much better composed than Tuina at least and spoke with a calm, calming voice while you watched her orange lips. Her interests included games of strategy and warfare. She was also interested in martial combat, and in addition to being the most beautiful of her family, she was also the most skilled. This information made her stand out much more than her body. You were curious if she was pulling your leg, or if she really was some sort of martial genius, but before you could question her further, the seneschal continued to the next woman.

Her name was Emari Kukili. Her skin was dark as coal, creating a striking contrast between her dress and her skin, however her hair was a bit lighter and what you would call brown, not black. It draped down her back in thick, kinky waves. She'd had the largest chest so far, though it was still smaller than the Olarian average. Her ass though, was quite impressive. Her figure naturally sloped into her ample hips in a way that almost made your cock hard as you thought of slapping it down on- Stop that. Focus on the princesses. You're a King now... Right. Once again you missed what the seneschal said about her but listened to her introduction. Her voice was deep, and made you think of velvet as her yellow painted lips moved. She has an interest in the arts, and sciences. She is amazed by what humans have managed to create, and she dreams of becoming so accomplished a creator. When she stops speaking, you find yourself wishing for her to continue. If nothing else, you might hire this woman just to read you all of your messages from now on...

The seneschal continued to the next one, this time a tall, curvier woman in green. She was balanced in her measurements, ironic since she was in the middle of the group. Her name was Asumin Dakseki. You're not sure if it was intentional, but you found yourself drawn to her striking eyes. They were half-lidded the whole time she spoke, but you could still make out her brilliant green irises. You somehow managed to listen to the seneschal talk about her country of Dakseki, where she is the 4th daughter, and the most beautiful, and about how Dakseki is already our ally, but they wish to from a deeper, more permanent connection of blood, rather than ink. For her part, she spoke at length about her love of music. She spoke for quite some time...Roughly as long as the other three women combined, along with their introductions from the seneschal. As her voice droned on, you felt yourself drawn deeper and deeper into her beautiful eyes, losing track of what she was saying...It almost felt like being hypnotized, though you are magically warded against such spells. Still, the seneschal had to clear his throat thrice before you were ready to discuss the woman in blue.

You'd spotted her already of course, but this was the first time you really looked at her. Her breasts were small, but her slender body made them look larger. Regardless of size, they were well proportioned. The same could be said of her backside, though only of its shape. You estimated that each cheek was barely a full hand to grab on... Though you suppose that would be all you'd need... She was the second shortest of the women here, and from where you sat on her throne, she had the most traditionally beautiful Olarian features. While admiring her face, you missed her name, but you'd later hear in her own introduction that it was Sazelia Metia. She was very proper, and her statement of interests struck you as most memorable, as she simply said "I will be interested in your interests. I will serve you as my lord King, if you'll have me." Straight to the point, if a bit...sycophantic.

Second to last was "Omira" a woman in violet robes. It would not be well to call it a dress, as it more hung from her, than clung to her. Despite that, it hid very little Her breasts were massive, even by Olarian standards, and her ass pressed against her robes to make a conspicuous shelf. From the bits of skin revealed by the robe, you could tell she hadn't tried something so silly as stuffing her outfit, but you would be lying if you said you believed her curves to be natural. By her clothing, you didn't need to be told she was from Zenovera, the sorcerer nation. The only nation that could be said to compete with Olaria in terms of magic research. Their people had natural talent, but that actually tended to stymie their research into more complicated magics. She did not speak for her introduction, merely kneeled, before bowing. You tried to not think too hard about how her breasts pressed against the floor, lest your cock steal your wits and make you miss the final potential bride.

Said bride was, to your surprise, male. While you weren't necessarily opposed, the whole inspoken point of a Queen would be child bearing. You could have any number of concubines of any number of sexes, but while the last candidate Certainly had the hips for it, you knew enough about Biology to know this would be a dead end... Still, as a king you should hear people out. His name as your seneschal would say, was Nayon von Haromin. You looked him over. As mentioned this boy had profound hips, the envy of any woman here. If your eyes were not deceived by the royal make up artists, his lips also seemed to be the fullest as well. He had long eyelashes, around soft, bewitching eyes. He was, honestly, beautiful. His voice was a bit deeper than his feminine appearance might suggest, as to be expected, though the interests he described were the most feminine of the group. He liked sewing, gardening and dancing. Of the candidates, he was the only one (you noticed) who smiled at you while speaking.

Finally finished with introductions, your seneschal asked you the obvious question.