Veering into the weird here. Spoiler: Cadwarra is not going to do anything kinky in any upcoming chapters. She is a pretty normal girl.
Leaving the Old Druidess’s cottage, Cadwarra had one more appointment that day.
Dominating the centre of Qeynos, no one needed to ask where the Palace was. Cadwarra explained to the Royal Guards what business she had with Her Majesty. A gust of wind whirled under her cloak and skirts. The slit in her dress opened and the Guards enjoyed a good view of shapely thigh right up to bare hip.
Cadwarra casually pushed her dress back into place but not before allowing the Guards to have a few more seconds to look. She figured they were probably bored and decided she should allow them a few moments relief from the tedium. They seemed to like the view. Tunare liked men to like the view. Even the goosebumps that rose as the cold wind hit her bare legs looked sexy.
“I’ll need to search you for weapons” the Corporal of the Guard immediately told her. Having just gotten a good eyeful of shapely limb he saw no reason not to take the opportunity to caress the body of some silly Elfgirl who no doubt had wanted an audience with the Queen to offer advice on how to run the Kingdom. Qeynos was full of deluded commoners who thought they could just waltz up and get a meeting with the Royal Presence. It was a weekly occurrence.
Equally interested in Cadwarra’s lower limb, the other Guard spoke up. “We both ought to search her.”
This seemed a little unnecessary to Cadwarra. The Guards had just seen there was nothing under her skirts, not even underclothes. She suspected the Guards just wanted another ‘looky-loo’.
Not that she was too very bothered by being searched by the Palace Guard. They were rather good looking. Her nipples hardened. She felt that familiar warming between her legs. The horny men were flipping a coin to decide who was to ‘search’ her first.
It was tails. The Corporal won. He had just indicated to Cadwarra she should follow him to the privacy of the Guardhouse when a well dressed Courtier arrived. He looked puzzled as to what the Guards were doing until a look at the comely figure of the Feir’Dal being hastened into the guardroom told him exactly what dereliction of duty was about to occur. So this was why Lady Cadwarra had not yet arrived for her audience!
He ignored the guilty looking Guards and gave Cadwarra a deep bow. “I am one of Her Majesty’s Equerries. I am to give you a brief lesson in Palace protocol then show you to the Queen’s Chambers for your audience.” Deciding to speak to the Lieutenant of the Tower later rather than delay Cadwarra’s meeting with the Queen further by issuing rebukes, he lead Cadwarra away from the now sexually frustrated Guards; that being punishment enough.
“Whoa!” the Corporal said to the other Guard as the Equerry disappeared around the corner with Cadwarra. “We really misjudged that little Wood Elf...She really was expected at the Palace. I thought she was just another wacko trying to get in to meet the Queen.”
“Yeah” replied the second guard, relieved to think they had been lucky the Equerry arrived when he did. “I was too busy thinking about sticking my cock between those hooters of hers to consider she might be telling the truth. We both coulda ended up eating porridge in Armstrong’s jail for a couple months!”
Despite the narrow escape the Corporal could not forget the sight of those skirts flying open. “You know...jail of not...those were nice legs she had. She‘d squeeze the life outta a fellow if she ever wrapped them around you.”
The other Guard laughed in agreement.”That’s how I want to go!”
To her surprise, the Equerry led Cadwarra into the Private Sitting Room of Queen Antonia instead of the Royal Audience Chamber one would have expected. “Her Majesty will arrive shortly” the Equerry informed Cadwarra as he helped her remove her cloak. He had a good look at her body as she stood in that dress that so elegantly complemented her figure. He stared at her large breasts a moment.
Cadwarra did not notice where the Equerry was looking. The instant she had entered the room her attention had been caught by the large oil painting hanging on the wall opposite the entrance, dominating the room with its size and frank subject matter.
It was a huge portrait of a Centaur rearing bravely up on his hind legs, defiantly brandishing sword and shield at the small female Human that stood before him in the lower left corner of the picture. The Centaur was quite handsome and powerfully muscled right down to the waist where the manly half of the creature transitioned into a stallion’s body. As attractive as the man was above, the equine form below was just as beautiful.
In the top third of the picture, dark clouds loomed over the two figures underneath, suggesting the setting to be the Thundering Steppes. Ominous thunderheads matched the warlike mood and raw power of the Centaur. Crackling lightning bolts crashed down from the clouds in concert with the impending stamp of the Centaur’s huge hooves about to crash down onto the turf just as thunderously.
The painter that had done the work certainly captured the sexual attractiveness of that part of the Centaur that was a man but despite how handsome he was shown to be it was clear that the artist intended the viewer to behold that part that was horse.
The image, the pose, the stormy background all conspired to lead the eyes to the huge erection the Centaur plainly sported, rampant in arousal and very equine in size and shape. The penis stuck out at least two feet, long and proud as the fully tumescent shaft thrust forward like a spear. There was an opening in the clouds and a shaft of sunlight shone through. It angled down to illuminate the penis such that it stood out from the darker details of the rest of the Centaur’s body.
The small female figure was located over on the side, near the frame, standing her ground bravely. She was beautiful both in her facial features and the slim, willowy body she owned. As naked as the Centaur threatening her, she stood weaponless but in no way submissive. Her bare breasts thrust out firm and high and slightly conical in shape. They were of an ample size disproportionately large compared to her slim frame . The artist had ensured that the viewer could see her erect nipples and know that she too felt as much arousal for the Centaur as the Centaur was feeling for her.
Cadwarra, her nipples as awake as those in the painting, inferred that the artist had intended that those allowed the honour of viewing this evocative image would be left in no doubt the female was the Centaur’s equal in both political and sexual power.
Cadwarra studied the female figure only a little longer before her eyes were drawn back to the Centaur’s phallus. The huge thing was not like a Human cock; the tip being flat instead of the round knobs that Cadwarra’s Human and Elven lovers sported as they positioned themselves between her willing thighs and pushed into her open pussy.
Cadwarra followed the sweep of the Centaur’s erection back from the tip along the incredibly thick shaft as it swept all the way back to the huge balls hanging fully exposed between the powerful hind legs. Caught in the very moment when the Centaur had reared up off his forelegs, the talented artist had somehow managed to convey to the viewer that those enormous testicles were swinging freely, obviously heavy with the load of semen promised to the nude woman should she be so bold as to offer to pleasure the Centaur...as any woman might fantasize doing.
As a girl, Cadwarra had heard the ribald tales of oversexed Centaurs that the womenfolk in her village told in scandalous whispers when the menfolk weren’t there. The silly fictions always went the same: some innocent maiden’s beauty had enthralled a passing Centaur. Unable to resist her, the Centaur had swept the virginal temptress off her feet and had run off with her on horses’ hooves faster than the men of the village could follow.
Finding a secluded glade with a babbling brook and servants to bring the Maid every libation and sweetmeat she wished for, the libidinous Centaur had ravaged the innocent Girl repeatedly and with such passion that no woman hearing the story did not but wish that a Centaur might ravish her as boldly as was ravished the female of the story. Eventually, the menfolk of the story bravely caught up with the Centaur and demanded the return of their once chaste female. It was always the same silly ending: the young woman had always refused to return; preferring to remain with her demi-equine lover.
It was all stuff and nonsense, of course. Despite it being a common fantasy no woman truly wanted to be sexually assaulted but such a beast. Still, that oil painting clearly suggested such a union between Human and Centaur was about to happen. Cadwarra found herself drawn to the same naughty fantasy that the women of her village entertained.
Seeing Cadwarra preoccupied by the erotic painting, the Equerry took the opportunity to stare a little longer at Cadwarra’s big tits. She was not the first woman to enter the Queen’s Private Sitting Room, see the erotic artwork on the wall and betray her titillation just as Cadwarra was doing. He liked how Cadwarra’s nipples had popped up so quickly under her bodice the near instant her eyes fell on the picture. He so wished he could reach over and feel Lady Cadwarra up.
Despite his desires, the Equerry remembered his duties. He raised his eyes to the Wood Elf’s pretty face and interrupted her scrutiny of the painting with a diplomatic clearing of the throat. “Do you wish me to again go over the protocols you need to follow when addressing the Queen, Lady Cadwarra?”
Cadwarra was embarrassed to have the Courtier see how profoundly the artwork was affecting her. She took her wide-open, lust filled eyes off the erotic image of raw equine sexuality and strength. She looked at the Equerry. The way he smirked, she knew he clearly saw she was sexually agitated by the image. “I believe I understood your kind instructions, thank you, Master Equerry. I think I need not trouble you to repeat them.”
Resisting once again the mad urge to jiggle and squeeze Cadwarra’s ample boobage, the Equerry bowed instead and departed.
Cadwarra waited alone in the large room for her audience with the Queen. The wait was just long enough for her nipples to thankfully go back to normal. The Queen entered from a door in the wall opposite the one by which Cadwarra and the Equerry had entered.
Cadwarra found Her Majesty to be a very beautiful young woman who carried herself with a poise and confidence not usual in a woman only approaching her twenty-fifth birthday. The Ruler of Qeynos and the Lands of Antonica was tall and slim with large breasts of a size Cadwarra would not have anticipated on such a slim body. By the way they jiggled, Cadwarra could see the Regal mamms were unencumbered by a bra. They were of a lovely conical shape, thrusting forward an impressive distance with no hint of sag.
Cadwarra curtseyed her very poor curtsy.
Queen Antonia noted Cadwarra’s substandard curtsy but was wise enough to know Chief Kraughl of the Steelhooves was not one to be impressed in any way by Ambassadors demonstrating well executed curtsies so she merely made a note to tell Vishra to get his pretty little mistress better trained in the courtly arts.
Apart from that very minor flaw, her first impression of the Lady Cadwarra was most favourable. Like all of Vishra’s mistresses, Cadwarra had ample cleavage and a perfect figure. The Queen was also confident that Cadwarra would prove to have some smarts; Vishra had never wasted his time with women of average intelligence. “So, you are proposed to be my new Ambassador to Thundering Steppes” she mused. “You come highly recommended.”
Cadwarra kissed the Queen’s hand when it was offered then made a slight bow, feeling she had once again botched her curtsy. “It is an honour to be considered for such a duty, Your Majesty.”
“On the contrary, thank you for volunteering for such an important task.” The Queen took note of what Cadwarra was wearing. “Is that a Clothspinner, Lady Cadwarra?”
Cadwarra admitted it was. The Queen seemed impressed but was nevertheless anxious to discuss other matters. “I am most thankful for the undercover work you did for Marshall Vishra in the Royal Jails. I have my gratitude for your part in uncovering the whereabouts of two of my Kingdom’s most dangerous enemies. I hope your incarceration was not too unpleasant.”
“It was a privilege to serve you, Your Majesty. There was little inconvenience suffered in that performance.”
“I am glad to hear it was not too onerous, Cadwarra, but I remain in your debt for the unpleasant things you did selflessly with no regard for your own comfort. Marshall Vishra’s report mentioned you managed to get the needed information from that traitorous Sprockfuddle only after sucking his tiny dick and having him cum all over your face.”
Oh dear, Cadwarra thought, I had hoped there would be no need to mention that in any official reports. To cover her embarrassment, Cadwarra bowed again. She felt it was appropriate to say something. “He certainly proved a horny little creep, Ma’am.”
Cadwarra had felt awkward calling the Young Queen ‘Ma’am’ but the Equerry had told her to use the honorific ‘Ma’am’ once she had initially addressed the Queen as ‘Your Majesty’.
The Queen seemed fine with that form of address. She also seemed to agree Sprockfuddle was a horny little creep. She put her hand on Cadwarra’s cheek and stroked it fondly as if trying to wipe any vestige of Sprockfuddle’s repulsive semen away. “Kudos to any subject of mine that endures an angry little asshole like Sprocketfuddle splashing her face in my service. I assure you, your commitment to the Good of Qeynos has been noted.”
“You are most kind to say so, Ma’am.”
The Queen smiled pleasantly. She had been warned it was hard not to like Cadwarra. She certainly had a quality. “Still, Lady Cadwarra, please know you have impressed my Government with your sacrifices. For now, let’s not speak further of any past blowjobs you gave in the service of your Queen. There is business up in the Thundering Steppes we need to discuss.”
As she spoke, Queen Antonia looked Cadwarra’s figure up and down. As one would expect from a Wood Elf, her body was very petite but quite fit and curving in all the correct places. Her braless breasts were obviously large and firm and she was certainly pretty.
Having satisfied herself that Chief Kraughl would be very taken with Cadwarra’s pert Wood Elf figure and comely face, the Queen began to interview Cadwarra to confirm she had the diplomatic skills to complement her physical beauty. A Royal Ambassador would need to do more than be a treat for Chief Kraughl’s eyes.
“I am intrigued that you are not only going to represent me on a diplomatic mission to the Steelhooves, Lady Cadwarra, but you are also going to be making a fact-finding mission to the Splitpaw Gnolls. Marshall Vishra says you are quite fluent in their lingo.”
Cadwarra tried to be modest. “I like to think I have a working knowledge of their language, yes, Ma’am.”
“Impressive. Tell me what you have done to learn Gnollish and then somehow wangle that invitation from the Splitpaw Seeress...er...Bloodhackle, I believe? And can you trust that you can be safe in such company, deep in that Den?”
Cadwarra recounted the adventures that lead to her capture by the
Splitpaw. The Queen was fascinated to hear that a female Wood Elf could be abducted by a group of vicious Gnolls and not be dead and eaten by evening. She asked several questions. Not just interested in the adventures of a simple Wood Elf barber, she was also endeavouring to learn as much as she could about the Gnollish enemies that were constantly encroaching onto the borders of her Qeynos. It was a profitable two hour discussion. The Queen had never heard of the Underpaw until Cadwarra spent a half hour explaining why they were such a concern.
Seeming at last to be satisfied with Cadwarra’s background, knowledge and capabilities, the Queen turned and pulled open the top drawer of a small ornate desk sitting against the wall. She removed an envelop labeled ”Lady Ambassador Cadwarra”. She held the envelop while addressing Cadwarra. “You certainly appear to be a very resourceful woman.”
Cadwarra correctly perceived a small bow was all that was required to acknowledge the compliment.
The Queen handed Cadwarra the envelop. Cadwarra took it reverently but decided it would be rude to open it immediately since the Queen was still speaking.
“I concur with Our Faithful Servant, Lord Vishra; you are highly suited for this Ambassadorship.” The Queen indicated the envelope Cadwarra held. “There is, of course, one detail we need to address. We can hardly send you up there without formal rank. What would Chief Kraughl think to have a mere commoner arrive to represent me?”
Cadwarra looked puzzled. By way of explanation Queen Antonia indicated the envelop. “That envelop includes Letters Patent appointing you to the noble rank of Viscountess Cadwarra, given to you in recognition of services rendered, past and future.”
Cadwarra was dumbstruck by the honour but the bestowal of noble titles was an everyday occurrence to Queen Antonia who continued casually “I think Viscountess of Splitpaw would be appropriate. It sounds nice and ferocious. It should impress.”
Cadwarra tried to thank the Queen for her promotion but Her Majesty was still talking. “Those papers also include a draft of the treaty we have negotiated with the Steelhooves. Give it a read. Any questions, Lord Triander will be able to answer. Please assure Chief Kraughl that the ratified Agreement will be delivered by Lords Triander and Balthar as soon as it it passed.”
“I shall study the draft, Ma’am, and inform the Chief of the ratification.” Cadwarra hoped the treaty would not be too wordy.
“Thank you, Cadwarra. Make sure you know the treaty like the back of your hand.”
“I will, Ma’am.” Cadwarra bowed in acceptance of her instructions then quickly realized she still needed to acknowledge her ennoblement. She uttered a clumsy sentence. “May I thank you for my...er...Viscountess...ness.”
It was a most incompetent acknowledgement. Her inelegant wording made for an embarrassingly weak expression of gratitude. Cadwarra knew she would be blushing over the term ‘Viscountessness’ for years to come.
With no hint of condescension, Queen Antonia skillfully supplied the word Cadwarra was needing. “Congratulations on your Viscounty, Lady Cadwarra.”
Her Majesty then changed the subject slightly. “There remains only one thing more I need to know: what is the composition of your party?”
Cadwarra had no answer. Marshall Vishra had seemed to expect she would be traveling alone. She answered her Majesty to that effect.
“That will hardly impress the Steelhoof Centaurs, Cadwarra. As a Viscountess, you will need an official escort. At least two males must escort you. Further, you’ll need to be accompanied by a female companion. It would not be proper for a Lady to be alone among those powerful Centaurs. We can’t have scandalous rumours. A second female can assure people that you were chaperoned.” The Queen then added enigmatically “...but we do not want you chaperoned too closely.”
Chaperoned? Chaperoned against what, Cadwarra wondered. She would puzzle over that later. Right now, she needed to specify the members of her party for the Queen’s approval. “I can take my student, Lady Amber Vishra, as my female companion, Ma’am.”
That seemed fine to Her Majesty. “So all we need now are two males to go along with you. I would appreciate if you took along Lord Forest as one of the two. I am sure you can find a good man to be the other one.”
“Certainly, Ma’am.” Cadwarra did a polite curtsy, botching it up yet again. “Er...May I ask who this Lord Forest gentleman might be?”
“It appears you know him. He is a nice young fellow I have just promoted to a peerage at the request of Marshall Vishra. It seems this is one of Lady Vishra’s lovers and, naturally, with her status in this city she cannot be bedding a mere son of a Sergeant serving out in the Forest Ruins. I am sure you will concur we can’t have the Matron of one of our most powerful Houses making love to mere Guardsmen-in-Training. Thus his sudden promotion to the Peerage”
Cadwarra looked puzzled. Her Majesty felt further explanation was warranted. “There was a suggestion to promote the young man to the rank of a Guards Captain but I felt there are too many military men who would be offended by his youth and obvious lack of merit for such an office. I have decided a better accommodation would be to create a Baronetcy for him instead.” As she spoke, Queen Antonia turned to a small table and poured some sherry into a pair of crystal goblets.
Cadwarra silently rejoiced that the young virgin that had been so unsure of what to do between her sheets just weeks ago was now enjoying such a stellar rise in status. He had been a nice boy.
She thought of how huge his cock had been as it was repeatedly inserted between her legs that pleasant summer night she had been shared between him and his father. Shortly thereafter, there had been the nightly sound of him attending to the High Elf next door. Sweet whispers on the other side of that thin wall affirmed to Cadwarra how pleasantly large he felt inside her High Elf neighbour. There had been appreciative moans heard as the High Elf climaxed again and again.
Such memories of the loving she heard next door reawakened Cadwarra’s own desires. She flushed visibly at the recollection of that young Sergeant’s Son so eagerly driving his large cock into her. She involuntarily turned her gaze once more to look up to the provocative image of the Centaur’s immense penis so unabashedly presented on canvas for her to admire. Lord Forest’s unbelievable endowment, impressive as it was, was dwarfed by the outsized penis she beheld in that painting. Surely the artist had exaggerated the size of it in order to flatter the Centaur that had posed for the portrait; no creature could produce such a turgid organ without fainting from loss of blood to the brain. The thing was impossible.
Queen Antonia picked up the goblets of sherry and turned back to Cadwarra. She handed one sherry to Cadwarra, ignoring the way Cadwarra broke protocol by not looking at her Majesty as she took the drink. Cadwarra had indeed turned her head toward her Majesty, as custom demanded, but she could not tear her eyes from the Creature.
The Queen never doubted which part of the Centaur Viscountess Cadwarra was staring at. Like most female guests to the Private Sitting Room, she knew Cadwarra was wondering if there really was a Centaur with a dick that was really that long.
The Queen, however, was not yet going to discuss the painting. As Cadwarra belatedly turned her eyes to her Monarch, Antonia clinked glasses with her. The Queen had more to say about the newly created Lord Forest.
“So...” she resumed “while I am glad to accommodate Lord Vishra’s wife’s request by making her young man a Baronet, I still need a public reason to go about promoting this mere boy into the nobility. He needs to be seen to have performed some great service to his Queen.”
Her Majesty took a sip of sherry so Cadwarra did, too. She savoured the taste of the expensive alcohol as the Queen stated quite bluntly “My agents inform me you have done more than just make Lord Forest’s acquaintance, Cadwarra; you also have enjoyed Lord Forest’s loving caresses in your bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Some weeks ago now. He and his father were quite...attentive to me...several times one night. He was a little uncertain at first. I had to show him where you...well...put it in.”
Queen Antonia chuckled “And for that lesson, you have my gratitude.”
Cadwarra looked confused. The Queen quickly explained. “Lady Vishra was quite enthusiastic when she reported Lord Forest’s impressive attributes. Naturally, I needed to...er...also satisfy myself as to the measure of the man. Having now done so...repeatedly...it appears he is indeed most capable at pleasing. Since you are the one that taught him I say well done to you, Viscountess Splitpaw.”
The Queen toasted Cadwarra then took another sip. “So, in brief, I concur that Lord Forest has qualities which alone deserve his high ranking promotion but there needs must be a more...uh...seemly reason for his elevation; one that the citizens of Qeynos can better accept. Sadly, the service he provided me last night under my blankets cannot be cited as a valid reason to raise him to a Peerage. I can hardly tell the public that his physical pleasing of the Matron Vishra and the Ambassador Cadwarra and the Royal Vagina is the reason he is a Lord.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied.
The Queen continued. “Thus, it is necessary that Lord Forest will accompany you to the Steelhooves so that upon your return I will be able to announce his promotion in recognition of his brilliant services to my Ambassador during her Embassy.”
Cadwarra nodded. That made sense.
The Queen’s next question seemed rather odd. “When you make love to a male, Madam Ambassador, do you please him?”
The Royal question surprised Cadwarra but she answered honestly. “I like to believe I please them, Ma’am. My men tend to stay holding me in their arms after they cum. It’s usually not long before they stick it in me again. They usually grin in pleasure while thrusting. No man ever complained that they were unhappy with my body or how I submitted to them. They like to fall asleep on top of me when they are done.”
Queen Antonia nodded as if she already knew Cadwarra was a nice piece of tail. “Yes, yes, Ambassador. Lords Forest and Vishra have already confirmed you are able and willing to please. But can you please any male that desires you?” The Queen looked straight at Cadwarra and added pointedly “...especially if such pleasures serve Qeynos and its diplomatic needs?”
Cadwarra was clearly puzzled. Her Majesty turned and indicated the oil painting of the Centaur. Cadwarra’s gaze fixed again on the huge cock therein shown. It had to be three inches thick, stiff and proud. The skin of the cock alternated in colours of black and pink along it’s length.
“You seem often to be admiring my picture” Queen Antonia said as she followed Cadwarra’s eyes to the immense horsecock rendered there in full glory. “The painting is a gift from the very Chief you will be meeting...Chief Kraughl. It is a portrait of him.” The Queen then added quite bluntly “I assure you, the artist has been accurate in every detail.”
To be sure Cadwarra caught her meaning, the Queen pointed at the erection so blatantly displayed and repeated “every detail.”
“Oh, by Tunare” Cadwarra blushed like a scandalized schoolgirl “if so, he is certainly blessed! It’s clear the woman in the picture wants the entire length of that penis!”
The Queen agreed. “Can you blame her, Cadwarra? Look at the strength of that Stallion! Look at the pride with which he displays that prick!”
Queen Antonia knocked the sherry back in one gulp then took a deep excited breath. “And look at the woman, Cadwarra! How she is aroused by him! How she wants him! She cannot resist a powerful ally, can she? Her Kingdom depends on that alliance with the Steelhooves but in her heart it is the lover she wants, not the alliance! In her lust, she is willing to submit to him again and again. She is willing to risk anything but her Kingdom for that sire’s physical love!”
Cadwarra was caught up in the passion Queen Antonia betrayed by her suggestive words. She looked again at the painting. The huge penis pointed straight at the naked woman. The woman stood before the Centaur with her feet slightly apart, already subconsciously spreading her thighs for the cock she so obviously was desiring.
At last, Cadwarra understood. She took a good look at the woman in the picture to confirm. How could she have missed it? It was clearly Queen Antonia portrayed there. The Queen of the powerful City of Qeynos was naked and staring at the Chief’s horse parts, wanting them...and clearly intending to have them.
“That’s right, Lady Ambassador. It seems I am just a weak and foolish little girl, afterall. I could not resist the power of that Centaur.”
Not sure what to say, Cadwarra stood stunned while the Queen took a moment to admire the clearly exposed genitals of her lover, Chief Kraughl. The Sovereign of all of Qeynos looked longingly at those testicles hanging so low. She remembered holding the real thing. Each was so big she had only been able to cup one at a time in her hand. It had sat there heavy and warm, full of the pints of sperm he loved to fire into her mouth in long, thick spasms of Centaur jism. More jism than any other male had ever fired past her tonsils.
Kraughl had sent the painting as an early birthday present to her. The work had been done by Kraughl’s artistically gifted wife, Cassondra. “Naturally, my good wife very much wanted me to be shown in the correct state of preparedness” his accompanying letter had stated to his regnant lover “she prevailed upon my other wives to help keep me hard while she completed the most important part of the picture. I confess, the attentions of my loyal wives were not necessary; my thoughts of your mouth sucking on me kept me erect without added help.”
Every time she looked at that painting, Antonia wished she had time to go back to the Steelhoove’s encampment and service her Centaur lover again. But Queens could not be going all over the world when so much needed doing in Qeynos. The previous season’s journey up there to negotiate a treaty with the Steelhooves had been necessary and much had been accomplished for the good of Qeynos but it had taken weeks to catch up on all the other work that had been left undone in her absence. That complication with Williams and Bartrall had only added further to the problems. She dared not be absent so long again.
In his letters, Kraughl had assured her he understood. He too had pressing matters such that time was not his own. But if she could not free herself for the trip, he had asked could she not send a proxy he could frolic with. He would enjoy such a surrogate while thinking lustfully of her. “I am sure you can find a lovely female Ambassador to represent you in both our daily discussions and in our nightly embraces” he had written.
She had had time that very evening to write back. “Of course I will send another in my place, my Love.”
Antonia realized she had been standing there silent for an uncomfortable length of time. Remembering herself, the Queen of Qeynos turned to the attractive Ambassador on whom she was relying for so much. Kraughl would surely take a liking to the lovely Wood Elf. Why would he not with those big breasts, pretty eyes and slight waist?
She was sure the Lady Cadwarra understood what was necessary. She did not wish to be too crude by being more precise in the details. She merely asked “so it is clear what your duties will be in the Thundering Steppes, Madam Ambassador?”
“Oh yes, Ma’am” Cadwarra lied.
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Triander was able to leave the Council Meeting Chamber about mid-afternoon. The vote for the construction of the new warships had passed easily. Most of the Lords-on-Council had a financial interest in seeing the ships built, even if the bulk of the work was to be done in the Vishra Shipyards. Others understood the need to clear the shipping lanes of the increasing number of pirates.
Bowerbrooks’s vote was voiced loudest among those voting ‘aye’. Balthar’s ‘aye’ was a little more restrained. Petras Asquinn, not yet too drunk, just wanted to get the vote done so he could head over to screw Lady Jemella Vishra as she had promised he could. He signified his yes vote by disrespectfully raising a near empty glass of whiskey at Triander.
Of those who did not see any profit in supporting the passing of the Vishra Bill, several voted in the assent merely to curry favour: Lord Marshford was hoping to arrange for Amber Vishra to be his mistress. Lord Fairwick was trying to borrow the Vishras’ newest mistress to straighten out his boy-loving son.
Other Lords, seeing very few voting in opposition, fell in line and voted in favour with the assumption they could at least enjoy ‘future considerations’ from the Vishra’s for doing so.
Russeau was hungover and still tired from all that late night screwing he had done with Llisanya. Last to vote, he scowled but docilely raised his hand to be included in the group passing the Bill. It was more surrender than support.
There was so little discussion about the Bill that all the anticipated work of adding this clause or clarifying those terms never materialized. Rather than being stuck in his office for hours with all those tedious revisions, Triander simply had to tally the votes, enter them into the record then head to the Palace to submit the finalized Bill to the Queen for the Royal Signature.
Triander met with the Queen in the Royal Audience Chamber, not being admitted to the Private Sitting Room where Cadwarra had so admired the Centaur Painting. He was grateful for that; he did not need to look at that disgustingly obscene image of Chief Kraughl rendered rampant in oil for all to see his fully aroused glory.
Queen Antonia sat down at her desk while Triander waited politely. “Tell your foremen to make sure of the quality of the work but do hasten the completion of these ships” Queen Antonia advised. “I want those pirates swept from our seas.” She signed the papers while adding “send those ships out so fast we’ll catch those Gunthuks with their pants down.”
Her Majesty returned the Document to Triander. “Chase their bare asses right back to Freeport. Let them deal with the problem.”
Triander took the Documents from his Queen with a respectful bow. “Will there be any other service you will be needing of me today, Ma’am”
“No. None, Lord Triander. Except I should confirm that I have approved Lady Cadwarra as Ambassador to Thundering Steppes. Please let your brother know that I followed his advice and promoted her to Viscountess.”
Triander bowed. “Excellent, Ma’am. Vishra House will give her any assistance she requires.”
“Thank you, Lord Triander. I have every confidence you will.”
Antonia watched Lord Triander depart. As soon as the door closed, she turned to hurry back to her bed chamber, glad of to have all business completed for the day. Lady Vishra had kindly lent her Lord Forest last night. While he had been most satisfying long into the early morning Queen Antonia still wanted more. She intended to have him please her one more time before returning him to the Vishra Mansion, admittedly a little worse for wear and tear.
Antonia headed down the hall, stripping off her clothing as she casually strolled along. The maid would pick them up. She was naked by the time she opened her bedroom door.
Lord Forest lay there on the bed. It seemed there was still magic remaining in that All Night Charm she had made him wear; his penis stood up high and huge as he lay there on her bed. “Hello, my Dear” she told him. “I hope you were not too bored.”
She climbed on top of his lovely body and grabbed his erection as she straddled him. Her pussy was so wet from his multiple loads of last night’s orgasms that she inserted his erection easily.
Her eager hips began to roll. Her back arched in an increasingly speedy rhythm. She decided she would fuck Lord Forest several more times before returning him to Lady Vishra. She made a note to have one of her Equerries fetch more All Night Charms from the useful Ellister.
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Cadwarra walked home from the Royal Palace, sexually agitated by the erotic picture of Chief Kraughl. Still quite moved by the image, she longed to celebrate Tunare with someone.
She had a sudden memory of Diamander on top of her as he bent his back and drove his prick deep while grunting in pleasure. His cum was always so hot and sticky. When he pulled out, some of it shone on his magnificent penis as the nearby candles flickered.
Cadwarra wished Diamander was waiting for her at home for some loving before dinner but that was not to be. She hoped he and Llisanya were warm out there on the cold northern seas. Upon his return she would cuddle and keep him warm while he told her how his trip went. They would intertwine. She would forget about Chief Kraughl’s huge pecker as Diamander slipped his into her.
Realizing she needed to get her mind off big cocks, she started planning the expedition she was leading into Thundering Steppes. She had actually been looking forward to having some time by herself, now she would be traveling with an entourage of at least four people. She would need to organize food. They would need to travel by horses so as not to look like paupers when they arrive at the Steelhooves settlement. The horses would need oats. And she would need to ask Lady Vishra for the loan of a stable boy. That was five in her party now. She suspected she would need to add even more.
She was ready for a nap as she climbed the stairs up to her room. She could hear the High Elf getting a good humping. A male voice said something quite crude, liking to talk dirty, it seemed. It was a new voice. Lord Forest must have already moved out. The High Elf was too pretty not to need to search very long before filling the emptiness in her bed.
Cadwarra opened her door to an empty flat. Everything was gone except her small dining table. It stood there alone. She was not sure who would steal such cheap furniture.
Amber had left a short note on top of the table: ”Your Squire and I have had everything moved over to your new residence at 25 Karana Way. Everything is set up. I am sure you will love it! I left this table behind because I asked Mama to send over a much better one that was just sitting in our storage. I can’t wait for you to see what we have done with your new place!”
Cadwarra puzzled over the note. When did she get a Squire? Since even the wastebasket was taken, she tucked the note down her cleavage.
Even the pikes were gone. There was nothing for Cadwarra to do but go and find 25 Karana Way. She closed the door for the last time. The High Elf was orgasming loudly. Her new lover was really making the bed bounce with his powerful thrusts. Lord Forest had been replaced as quick as that.