Tales of the Slut Queen

You are Queen Cornelia Val Mene, the 14th monarch in the Val Mene line and leader of Valmeneia. Your storied family settle this land millennia ago and even from primitive days they lead those around them. Now your bloodline holds the world in the palm of its hands with the most powerful Kingdom in all the lands.

Smaller kingdom's bend over backward for your favor, your enemies do not last very long as they either turn into an ally or are crushed by your forces. Even the hordes of savage creatures know better than to even dream of the gates to your kingdom, lest they are defeated before they formulate a plan to sack what your line has built.

While your Kingdom has flourished, so have your genetics. the Val Mene line has always gotten the favor of the gene pool and you are quite possibly the best of them all. You're blessed with large breasts that make every garment you put over them seem just a little too small. Your royal training has granted you incredible stamina and athleticism, which in turn has blessed you with a wonderful ass and toned legs. Your statues are considered somewhat misleading as even the finest artists of your kingdom cannot capture every ounce of your beauty. The crown jewel of the package you bring is your nearly insatiable lust.

Sure you have some self-control, a leader must always be in control, but that doesn't mean you can't open your legs or bend over. After all, what's the fun in running a kingdom if you can't get up to some royal levels of debauchery?

Your tale begins how you want it to, with your legs in the air, breasts bouncing, and the cock of your personal aide, Jermaine, slamming into your womb.

"M-My lady...I can't last...much longer!" he grunts as the sounds of his hips hitting your thighs echoes through your bedchambers.

"Please cum, Jermaine, I have meetings to attend this afternoon~!" you coo, eagerly awaiting his warm creamy seed. You internally praise your grandmother Queen Brenia, who was the first of the secretly titled 'Slut Branch' of your ancestors for pioneering birth control magic. The small seal under your naval preventing the seed of any man from making you bear children, allowing your womb to be filled over and over with no consequence to your sexual escapades or complicating the succession for the next in your line.

Jermaine sheathes his cock inside your wet quim and releases his orgasm inside you, shooting warm cum for several moments while the seal glows to prevent him from impregnating you. He collapses onto you, landing face-first against your impressive bust and you rub his back gently with your hands while you feel his heavy breathing. Few things please you more than to gift this once lowly beggar with the privilege of plowing the Royal Pussy, but when you caught a glance of his impressive cock during a royal appearance in the palace square, you just had to have him.

There is time for some aftercare and Jermaine begins to suck on your erect nipples as he begins to soften inside you, giving you a little more pleasure as you feel his tongue brush against them while his lips pull, but there is business to attend to.