The Good Queen (futa on futa, sexualized snuff)

Story by Kuroshio

Commission I posted on HF a few weeks ago, somehow forgot to post it here. Contains loads of futa on futa, futas without vaginas, futadom, sexualized snuff, buttsex, low fantasy, etc.

The serving girl's brunette hair was decorated with yellow rings of some material or another, each one clanking against the others on its own account and by its own time. It wasn't particularly loud, but it didn't need to be; all that was required for distraction was the constant tink-tink-tink-tink that grated on on already sorely tested nerves. The Grand Queen, Susanna of White Willow, would have remarked on the sound, but that would have meant interrupting Marshaliya Eleanore as she moved wooden pieces about the board in front of them. It was a task undoubtedly made more difficult by the presence of a serving girl on her knees before the Marshaliya. A serving girl who was 'serving' in the same sense the Grand Queen's was, her flowered blonde ringlets swaying as her head went back and forth.

'At least that girl had the good grace and highborn sense to keep trinkets from her head,' the Grand Queen thought to herself before returning her attention to the Marshaliya's words. The woman was everything the Grand Queen had wanted in a martial leader; exceedingly tall at half a foot over six, mature enough to think things through but not so old as to be cautious, noble by way of birth, alluringly attractive and possessing long experience in the profession of arms. Also, as the serving girl kneeling before her learned firsthand, equipped with a devastatingly large and thick girlcock.

The servant could barely get her lips wrapped around the head of the Marshaliya's cock but still gave her foremost effort, slurping and drooling on the floor, the occasional petal falling from the flowers in her hair. She was one to watch, her sucks smooth and measured, the strings of drool coming off her chin, swinging back and forth before adding to the puddle below.

“And to sum the campaign in a few – mmm, good girl – a few words; their host was defeated and scattered with the offending rebel barons and burghers in chains.”

Tink-tink-tink-tink. The Grand Queen pretended to surprise a yawn and gave her marshaliya the bored expression affected by all royalty, “And you have the stocks and stands ready, I presume?”

The Marshaliya's eyes fluttered before coming back into focus on her Grand Queen, “Of course, your Grace. Preparations have already been made, pending your words of approval.”

With all the regal upbringing she could muster, the Grand Queen gave a slight wave to indicate she did in fact approve, “Certainly, Marshaliya Eleanore; you'll never require my permission to punish traitors and rebels.”

“As you wish.”

“And that is all you have to discuss?” The Marshaliya nodded, finally dropping her hands to the serving girl's head, her ash brown eyes fluttering and threatening to roll back at any second while the Grand Queen continued, “Very well. Are there any other issues I need to be concerned with?”

Tink-tink-tink-tink.

Her councilors all shifted to look at each other, silently querying the assembly for permission. All of them alpha women, all of them high-born, all of them attractive. Just like the Grand Queen. In the end, it was her realm's stewardess, Fatima, who rose, the soft, dusky features enhanced by the black hijab she wore which covered her hair, ears and throat. Her voice ran like honey and her accented words almost lyrical in their cadence, “Your Grace, the realm's taxes have been... insufficient in recent years.”

The pause in her speech was far more modest than the other women would have done in her circumstances; the little sissy serving girl squatting down below slipped a slender finger up her pucker and gently pressed on her prostate as Fatima stood. It was a small wonder she didn't vandalize the girl's face with her seed. In spite of being an alpha, the desert beauty could be a painfully quick shot, as the Grand Queen discovered second-hand.

“And do you require my assistance in making them sufficient?” the Grand Queen asked in an artfully subdued yet barbed fashion. The serving girl continued sucking, tink-tink-tink-tink, but the Grand Queen had half a mind to abandon her regal pretense and shove the girl's head down, if only to stop the noise. But she'd been raised to always act in a queenly fashion, avoid the brutish and direct path in favor of grace and beauty in every action. Therefore she instead crossed her legs, pointedly taking one thigh over the top of the girl's head in such a way to force her mouth down, all without removing her dainty hands from her lap. Tink-tink-tink-tink-schlrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!

“No, your Grace! I was merely informing you that some changes to the tax collection scheme will be implemented and there... ah... there will be consequences... perhaps a brief reduction in funds followed by gradual increase.”

“Will it affect my plans

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