Queendom 04: Retirement Party

Magic fingers had earned its name now, as Elanor felt parts of her rationale getting lost in the pleasure. He wasn't even fingering yet, barely scratching and toying with the lips. Yet the pleasure simply kept building. She truly hadn't realized it at the time, of her little wardrobe malfunction. But she knew very well of the one naughty thing she had ever done, before meeting her husband. It had happened right on her eighteenth birthday, and right after she had danced for her master. Her best memory of the night.

"The thing is, that's not even the best part of the story. The princesses were notorious for not wearing under clothes. All the staff knew, and you can't help unsee the silhouettes as they bask in the sun against the large windows in those translucent fabrics. You could make out even the folds of the cleft. Nora seemed unaware, but Vera knew and seemed to enjoy the power play. Got a kick out of it. It's not like anyone dared to complain, to King Ribert of all. This is why I almost agreed with most of what Grifin said. That did strike me as something she'd do. The exhibitionism may be accidental, but the lack of underclothing. That's classic Nora."

She seemed to like that observation, as her pussy lips puckered in, in pleasure. Davieth felt the suction on his finger now inside her pussy. He smiled down at her, and pinched her nipples. Her right grip dug into his neck, as if in a tight embrace.

Rudin couldn't help but blurt out, he was already pretty drunk and sounded annoyed.

"I don't believe this! A lifetime of cleaning drainage and repairing toilets, and the best I got was walking in on a seventy-year-old Baroness bathing, and her kicking and screaming, chasing me around the property naked. It's not even funny, I got fined! And then there's Mr. Pianist. Who waltzes in with his magic fingers, scores with the princess and her sister? And our Queen, who ends up flashing him even?! On her eighteenth birthday!! This is unfair." He mocked anger and slammed the cocktail table. Drinks spilled over to everyone's dismay.

"Now look at what you did." Davieth said.

"Queenie, get up. Enough cuddling, go clean that up. And afterwards share some sugar to the poor man. He had an unfair life. Go."

She didn't want to, but she stood up, saying, "Yes, sir."

Elanor couldn't digest the fact that she had unknowingly teased him all those years ago. At least she could tease him now, fully aware. She stood right before him, stepped her legs to the side wide enough it covered the width of his lounge chair, picked up the cleaning cloth, and bend over at her hips. Davieth's eyes bulged, as her ass protruded like two ripe melons, and her puffy pussy appeared right in between them, still glistening from all his efforts.

All of them gasped in surprise at her unexpected provocative behavior, Volgen's eyes widening as she said, "Oh, I love this one."

Elanor put the glasses to one side and started wiping the table dry. Her both breasts now out of the corset, and hanging low. Davieth had the best view of all. Her two meaty anal buns waiting to be slapped, followed by her wet pussy lips, and right after it her two glorious fun bags hanging out and jiggling as her body shook. They could only stay put and enjoy the show.

Soon Elanor felt two hands on both her cheeks. She felt Rudin grinning back at Brizin across them, as their hands gripped her rear. But instead of slapping or kneading, in a coordinated move, they both pulled each cheek to their side, parting the ass cheeks in essence. Davieth now had the best view, period. Now her puckering asshole made an appearance for the first time that night, and it kept winking at her first crush.

Elanor was no fan of anal explorations.

So she stood up fast, finishing the cleaning. She shoved both her boobs back into the corset, and adjusted it properly. She gave Rudin an artificial smile and sat on his lap as instructed. She felt high from his mere breath, as the drunk man leaned in for his kiss. She wasn't enthusiastic and just sat there with her lips parted. This disinterest never bothered the sewer cleaner as his tongue dove into her open mouth, his hands hugging her, forcing her face into his, his tongue down her throat. As this went on, Davieth proceeded with his story.

"Now the best part of the story is, she collapsed onto the ground breathless and laughing, feeling all her senses charged up. I could still see with my eyes closed, the hem of her dress spread open obscenely, showing her milky white thighs as she rolled around on the carpet like a dog. Then she stood up, hugged and thanked me for the gift. And now she wanted to play, the piano, of all things."

"Was it tolerable?" Volgen asked, sensing her friend's smile.

"Horrible!" Davieth laughed as Elanor frowned through the kiss. Soon she couldn't help herself and kissed back. Now she simply made out with the drunk publicly, with her gaze still fixed at her master's eyes. "In fairness, this one was no musician. She was a dancer. And as she played, she just couldn't help but move."

"Let me guess. You got the next nice show, her feet stepping and ass bouncing as she played?" Grifin chimed in.

"Even better Griffin. When she played, she sat on my lap."

"Ooh..!" the whole room gasped, and Elanor hid herself in Rudin's chest in shame.

This she knew, this was all her doing.

"No, she sat on my right thigh, and played." Davieth caressed his own thigh, reminiscing.

"And the way she sat drove me nuts. Her dress was barely knee-length to begin with. As she sat down, the wind had spread the hem apart. And she kept her legs at a wide stance, and kept her spine curved such that her ass stayed unusually protruded. And she simply lowered herself. I felt it on my skin, her bare lips kissing my right thigh. It was beautiful."

Elanor crumbled at the words in shame, as Rudin blurted, "Lips..?"

"Her pussy lips, Rudie.." Davieth clarified. Elanor took the mead glass and moved it to Rudin's mouth, and he sipped from her hand.

"Imagine a fresh eighteen-year-old pussy lips, ripe and juicy. Kissing your thighs, from a girl acting so innocent and playful. And she didn't just kiss. Like a true dancer, her feet kept tapping. And that young pussy grinding against the silk of my pants. Must have loved the sensation, because she went on for a while. It felt almost naughty to place my palm on her left thigh as my right hand grabbed her hips. Her love handles hadn't yet developed. That young, you see. Not wanting to push my luck, I stopped there. You can't tell with these princesses, when they might turn bratty. Anyway she couldn't keep up, either got breathless, or probably stimulated herself to an orgasm. I had a visible patch on my pants, but it could either be sweat or pussy juice. Either way, she collapsed back on to my chest, and laid there for a minute, collecting her breath. Then she stood up, gave a hug. And left."

"You idiot, that was no sweat. She obviously came." Volgen couldn't contain herself. "You could've had Elanor's pussy. Queen Chaste's virginity, and you didn't?! Please tell me you gave it a sincere try. A kiss and cuddle at least."

'He didn't.' Elanor said in her mind, her face looking like a girl who lost her toy bear. She kept feeding drinks to Rubin.

"I couldn't. Four years ago, remember? The war." Davieth pointed to the scar on his face. "Wolkenshire was running short on men, due to campaigns at both north and east. So we were all called in to serve. Next I saw her, she was already the Queen."

Elanor felt the pang, as she hugged on to Rudin's chest, still sucking her thumb.

Rudin leaned in and said, "You should have at least kissed her man. You got that close. When will the likes of us ever get that close to kissing a Queen?"

Wilsom tapped his shoulder, "Hey Rudie. Pass the girl, will you?"

"Take her! She's too heavy for my liking anyways." Elanor shot a look of anger at the drunk retiree. As she got up, he said.

"Can you believe this girl? She's making me drink, and sitting on my bladder. And she's heavy!. So now I've to go pee."

As Elanor stood there stunned, with the rest laughing at his drunken antics, Wilsom leaned forward. With his extended hand slid past the apron, he gripped her thick bush, catching her by surprise, and pulled. Instead of his lap, he made her sit on the edge of the wooden table. His other hand went for her back neck and hair, and pushed her head forward, stopping an inch or two from his lips.

They stayed there for a while as the rest sipped on wine and chatted. Letting tension built up between the both. He could see the lust boil in her eyes, and she felt his passion rise by the grip in her pubes tightening. When both felt at the brink, together they united their lips. That kiss was of pure lust, just two loins acting out orally.

"I'm going to go pee before I burst here." Rudin stumbled and stood up finally, by his fifth attempt.

"Keep it in, Rudie. You can't go down now. The toilet's at the ground floor." Grifin mocked.

"Oh, I got to man. Or else I'll pee all over this carpet."

Davieth intervened, "Look Rudie, you are in no condition to take stairs. Do one thing, go on to the balcony, and pee outwards."

"Brother, I can't walk in a straight line. You want me to fall over and die?"

"You won't. Just hold on to the railings. You'll be fine."

"I'll fall brother."

"She can help." Wilsom broke off the kiss and said, looking straight into her eyes. His grin grew as he saw something in her squirm. Elanor didn't know what to make of it.

She didn't want to say no, for something this puerile, and fail the whole task.

Davieth joined in, "Yes, you should help. You kept pouring him drinks. You made him drink and drink."

"And sat on my bladder, with that fat ass!" Rudin said, then corrected himself. "What am I saying? Why would I want to do that to this poor creature? She's just trying to make a living, after all."

Wilsom said, "Rudie nope. For one, she'd been paid handsomely to do much worse. And two, she's the Queen, she must serve her subjects!" Saying this he yanks the face veil off Elanor.

She jumps right up, frozen in disgrace. 'God, is this to be the scandal that ends my Kingdom?' She steps back slowly towards Davieth, and stops as he feels his hand on the small of her back. Both Rudin and Wilsom looks at her eyes wide open. They couldn't believe what they saw. Volgen also looked jaw dropped, but Brizin and Grifin were busy arguing with each other to notice any of this.

As her veil dropped from Wilsom's fingers, Rudin broke the silence finally, "God, this must be some extraordinary mead. Look at that. Her visage looks exactly like Queen Chaste!"

Wilsom adds, "More like her younger plumpier sister man. Look at those curves jiggle! I'd have been fooled myself, if not for those dense blonde forest down there". Elanor adjusts her apron as she heard him slurp in his mouth water.

"And her scent is all wrong, Queen Elanor usually prefers jasmine. I don't know what this girl chose today?" Added the royal perfumer Volgen, the old lesbian.

"Oh, that smell I know. Simply sweat and pussy juices.!" Davieth says, as Elanor felt his finger slip into her pussy from behind, and a moan escaping her throat.

He reassures her in a lower tone, "Don't worry, your Lady Agrafena had it all covered. You think she'll take us on our word? She made sure we were well drunk before you came in even. And I'm pretty sure it's laced with some psychedelics. No way any of us can recall the specifics of tonight. Hell, I don't even half I said a minute ago. This night, she designed it to stay in the moment, and no further. Like I said, that girl has got a bright future."

Elanor made a mental note to increase the salary of Bellatrix by twenty percent. She had proven her worth again. And they all looked too drunk yet functional for the moment. Davieth gave her ass a jolting pinch, and she jumped up on her feet, rubbing her cheek like an annoyed little girl.

"Be a good girl, Nora. Go on, and help Lord Rudin here relieve himself."

Volgen looks at her butt, saying, "Oh, that's going to leave a mark. And sting, for a few days at least."

Elanor remembered how she'd seen him do the same to her sister Vera whenever she messed up a tune. And it always looked painful. But Vera never complained, uncharacteristically, and seemed to look forward to it. Davieth had mellowed a lot as time went on, but the Queen had always wanted to receive one of his infamous pinches. She felt strangely fulfilled.

Yet she felt cornered. Even Volgen stayed silent on this. Elanor gripped Rudin to give support, and guided him to the balcony door. She felt his hand dig into her ass, but she doubt it'd provide any support at all. Upon opening the door, they felt the cold breeze strike them, her nipples getting chilled in an instant. Rudin seemed unfazed. Considering the amount he drank, it'd be a miracle if he felt anything at all. Elanor guided him towards the edge of the small balcony, and suddenly he tilted forward and grabbed on to the railing.

"Sorry Queen, I should have mentioned earlier. I don't like heights. I can't release my grip now. So please do it quickly before I piss my pants." Elanor looked at him confused, what exactly did he expect her to do.

"My Queen, I shoveled shit for the better part of my life for this Kingdom, so helping me relieve myself is the least thing you could do. You promised you'd serve us well."

He kept on blurting things out, and Elanor realized this wasn't helping. She needed to steel herself and get this over with quickly. Her nipples were getting painfully chill by the minute. Determined, the Queen sat down on her haunches and proceeded to untie his pants.

'It's simple,' she told herself.

They were right at the edge. So just use a finger to point his penis outwards, and let him pee. Once he's done, tie the pants back up, and get back in the hall. Stop thinking, and just do.

As his pants fell into a pile, Elanor was in for a surprise. A surprise she didn't know whether to laugh or cry at. His balls were puff, hairy and full, but his penis was the smallest she had seen. Don't torment the little guy. It's cold, he's drunk, and it isn't even hard. Everyone has is small, when soft. But that wasn't the problem. With it shrunk into a mere nub, Elanor didn't have enough length to point it to any direction specifically.

Taking a deep breath, the Queen told Rudin to go ahead. And he starts off with a grin,

It starts flowing in a strong stream, making his penis jerk and slip out of Elanor's grip. She feels disgusted as the piss leaks on to her fingers, and the splatter hitting the ground fell on her shin. Quickly, she grabs it by the balls and directs it forward. That did better, and she felt much at ease. Now all she had to do was wait for him to finish.

It was a strong stream, and she felt its flow increase in a moment. Sure, she thought. It's not like he just had a glass or two. If it's fated that she is to help a drunk pee in peace, so be it. No need to dwell in it further. She felt the power of the predicament slowly return to her. At last, something is under control. To add to this, she had a strange feeling, as if she was being watched. The Queen looked over towards the stained-glass window. 'No way they could see us from there..' She let out a sigh in relief, her mouth parted and eyes closed. Unfortunately, she had much more in store from fate.

Elanor woke up startled as she felt a salty tang at the tip of her tongue. It took a moment, but she realized what happened. Because it happened again.

A sudden gust of wind came in from their left, and blew the urine stream off its path. A chunk of it got splashed on to her face directly. She could taste the old drunk's pee drip out of her lips, as she felt the next gust come in. She ducked, but all too late, as part of the stream got sprayed on her again. The front of her corset now stuck to her body, looking slightly yellow, drenched in piss. Realizing what just happened, she immediately spat out the piss that remained in her mouth.

"God, this is so degrading!" she whispered under the breath.

"What was that?" Asked Rudin, his voice suddenly much clearer.

Elanor kept quiet, remembering she wasn't permitted to talk. Also there was a sudden shift in his voice, now that it was just them isolated, at the end of a cliff for all purposes. It was unnerving. His piss halted after two more rapid streams.

"Did you say something, dear?" He asked again, as he knelt down.

"No sir." Elanor said, without meeting his gaze. With her hand gently holding his penis, she recognized the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was almost as if her benign remark had hurt him deeply. Like the high from all that mead got knocked out of him with a single slap.

Rudin's voice was bordering a growl as he said.

"Because I had this feeling, you saying something about degrading. Huh?" Elanor now felt the breeze against her butt cheeks, and an unknown fear crept up her spine.

"no sir..." She said in a faint voice. Now they both sat on their haunches facing each other, with her enveloped within his both arms gripping the railings. Elanor sat stupefied, with her back against the railings, and Rudin blocking her way to the door.

Disgrace, anger, sadness, hatred.

She saw a multitude of emotion flash in his eyes. He saw only fear in hers.

But he knew it wasn't for the man he was, but the animal that growled from within him. His right hand left the railing and now rested on her shoulder. Elanor had begun to visibly tremble, not just from the cold, but pure trepidation. He asked.

"Do like playing the Queen, don't you? Painting your hair dark, wearing her colors, you dumb blonde bitch?" His hand suddenly grabbed her by the throat, as Elanor's eyes bulged.

As he leaned in to her, he said.

"Well Queenie, you find a drop of piss degrading.? Imagine my lifetime, cleaning and shoveling the urine and refuse of the likes of yours. Against the mock and taunt and disgust of fellow working men. Huh? You know how I do it?" His grip tightened enough that Elanor could barely breathe. His chin an inch away from her trembling lips, the warm mead breath hitting her.

His face drooling like a rabid dog.

As he suddenly leaned into kiss, the Queen shut her eyes in revulsion.

Sewer cleaners were considered the lowest of the low in the hierarchy. And now, the Queen herself, was at the mercy of one.?!

But she never felt him kiss. Opening her eyes, she saw his pupils glowing at the sight of her squirm. Locking gaze with her, he slowly leaned in, his slimy long tongue licking along her face from the chin, along her left cheek and up. Licking up the warm piss of his, that still remained on her face. Cleaning it off her, essentially. Elanor didn't know whether to be disgusted or thankful.

His grip tightened, and he repeated sneering, "You know how I do the degrading? You develop a taste for it!"

Elanor stayed silent. By now she had realized, if you try to reason with a drunk, you'll only make it worse. But also he fascinated her at levels.

"Then again, tell me Queen. Was it the taste that disgusted you? Or was it the blatant pissing itself?"

She said, "No sir."

"No what? Not the pissing. Or that you don't know.?"

"I don't know sir."

That was her genuine thought.

"Well Majesty, let me be of aid." He stood back up, pulled her up by the throat, and pushed her against the railing. Elanor felt the stone railing shake a bit, 'How strong was this railing really?' She wondered.

She didn't know what he was up to, but figured her best course was to simply obey and get this over with quickly. Rudin said, "I loved how flexible your limbs were while dancing. Hold your arms behind you, like your arms are folded, only from behind."