Queendom 04: Retirement Party

"Oh my hero.. my hero.." Elanor grabbed him by the collar and smooched in a desperate attempt to shut him up, as she thought of any way out. Had she spoken anymore, she might have lost it, and slapped him right across. Wilsom was on high heavens, this wasn't her lust giving in. To him, this was her soul appreciating his genius and craftsmanship. He couldn't be more fulfilled.

Elanor asked, "Tell me, will it be harder to maintain so smooth. How long before it grows back? Two weeks, a month?"

Wilsom replied elated, "My Queen, you may never worry about it. This is a great new concoction from the Sixth Kingdom I used, from the famed Professor Zickvich himself. It's said to have permanent effects. I believe he's working on a re-growth serum as well, but its unreliable so far. Always reverts to baldness."

"Oh, that's great! Thank you, thank you..." Elanor smiled wide outwardly, but shrunk in and snuggled up to Volgen for comfort. She didn't know how to go about it. Volgen understood the girl was just playing along, as the rest rejoiced and drank in the background. She realized that unless she cheered this girl up somehow, their final night could only go down from now on. And she wasn't going to let that happen.

"It's a shame.. That was a magnificent bush..!" Volgen whispered, taking a small pouch from her dress pocket. She took a small tablet and put it in her mouth, saying.

"I can't help grow that back. But maybe I can help you forget.."

Elanor felt her right-hand grip the right under thigh, and with unexpected force help lift her upwards. Her left palm caressed the Queen's right cheek, guiding her up, and into Volgen's own mouth. Guiding her into one deep passionate long kiss. Her grips felt a lot familiar than she'd have liked. It reminded her of Ishikawa, the surety of her grip, and the magical caress of her fingers. This seemed too perfectly orchestrated to be one's natural talent. Elanor even suspected Volgen might have had a session of two of her own, training with the Clergyman.

Sure those thoughts ran in her mind, but only in a far little corner of it. The rest of it, and her whole being got enveloped in the passion coming from the experienced lover of all sexes. Volgen's tongue moved like a catfish within her mouth, as the women exchanged fluids orally. Elanor felt like something slip into her mouth, and it tasted very weird. 'Did she just drug me?'

As the Queen hesitated, Volgen leaned into the kiss, saying almost unintelligibly between breaths.

"Don't worry, just take it in. It's a happy pill.!"

'Boy, was it happy?!' Elanor felt the drug's effect almost instantly. And it only doubled in the next few minutes, as the passionate smooch ran its course. Volgen looked around, she had no intention of wasting the opportunity of enjoying this young, innocent looking creature to the fullest. But for that she had to clear the field first. Brizin was already out, snoring lightly by now, while Grifin was finding his way to the bottom of his third bottle. That's two down. Davieth seemed still vibrant and awake, though a bit lost in thought. He always had a great capacity for alcohol, Volgen remembered. And Rubin has been out for a while. Which leaves Wilsom. Now where is Wilsom.?

Volgen looked around as Elanor cuddled between her bare breasts, rejoicing in the drug's full effect. 'Where is he?' Volgen looked again, now downwards. And there he was, sitting in the same position as before, leaning his back against the table, his legs spread apart in angles. She smiled down at her old friend, he had been enjoying their show all along.

"What Wilsom? Want a piece??"

"Oh! But we can't, can we? I mean, them's the rules?"

"Them's the rules."

"How about I get to have her tasting mine? That's not intercourse??" The artist was long gone. Wilsom was full on lusting now.

"I think it counts as penetrative, Will.. It's debatable at least. Should we really risk it, the last day?" Volgen adjusted the intoxicated Queen to her left thigh. Her weight had begun to cut into her thigh.

"Oh, come one, Volgen. You can find a loophole.."

"Okay, how about I guide her through her first-ever foot job on you. And once you cream her foot, I'll make her rub you to erection a second time?!" Volgen enquired, as the Queen nodded in agreement. "Just follow my lead, dear. And keep your toes relaxed.. I will guide you. Believe me, I've done it a hundred times."

Saying which, she looked at Davieth again, and saw him smile back knowingly. The same smile he had given her, before sharing some young lass between, a dozen times at least. That's what she liked about him, after all these years even. Davieth was in no hurry. Yet he always got the best deals.

As she gave her very first foot job, the funny thing was, Elanor never felt a thing. At times, she felt Volgen's soft thick fingers slid into her pussy, or knead gently her clitoris even. But most of her body felt the same beautiful bliss from the initial high of the drug. Her mind was up and above, floating freely, as her nipples felt the occasional sting of a pinch. She never even looked down at Wilsom anymore, her head laying way back as if whip lashed, her long neck stretched across the meaty shoulders of the Perfumer. With her torso heaving with each breath, Elanor felt two distinct poking sensation on her back skin. It was Volgen's now erect nipples rubbing against her convulsing torso.

Elanor didn't realize it at the time, but all the while Volgen kept whispering into her ear, what exactly to do with her feet. She sandwiched his erection between her soft feet. Massaged it, pumping it together, then alternating the movement of the feet. She gripped the mushroom head's neck between her left big toe and index finger, keeping it upright, while rubbing along its length with the right foot. Wilson seemed to particularly like it when she gently scratched alongside its length with her blunt toenails. She also spent a substantial amount of time kneading his balls, even scratching his perineum when she finally felt his warm ejaculate splash across her lower right shin, in a few thick ropes.

And as she heard the poor Wilsom give out a low moan of ecstasy, Elanor felt the high reduce a bit, giving her enough agency to understand what was happening around. She felt Volgen's grip on her hips again, repositioning her, as she whispered into her ears.

"How was that pill, Princess? You seemed to enjoy it too well.. Happy now?"

"Hmm.." Elanor struggled to speak, her voice shivering from the antics of Volgen's fingers, from being edged all the while.

Volgen's right hand gripped the Queen's jaw playfully, forcing her to face Davieth right in his eyes, while her thumb toyed with her drooping lower lip.

"You sit on my lap and squirm Princess, even have some fun with Will down there by foot. But all the while, right from the beginning even, you had your eyes on my old boy Davieth there, Ha?! Now, why is that..?"

Elanor never realized that her stares were so obvious. Nor did she expect, with all the booze flowing throughout the night, for any of them to keep a level head, let alone take notice. She didn't know how to answer. Still it was pretty evident to her, the way the pill loosened her up, had Volgen pushed her a bit more, she might have told her the whole truth.

Including her identity..!

Volgen continued. "What, you want a piece of my boy there? You want to feel him coat your throat with his juices?" Elanor turned and looked at the perfumer, her puppy eyes pleading. 'Please, may I?'

"How about this? You go down there and try straddling Will to a second hard-on, like a lap-dance. And while you are at it, just kiss my thighs good.. You know, like a good Princess.

Elanor sat there frozen, clearly hesitant. The thought of kissing another woman would have ended it for Elanor, on a normal day. And here she was asked to kiss Volgen, not just in her mouth, but on her inner thighs. But that's not what stopped her now, however. After all, Elanor was so far gone down a suggestible rabbit hole, she'd have done much more from simply being asked. Slowly, she stood up, and turned to face Volgen. Leaning forwards with her hands at either arm rests, her juicy tits hanging up front, she looked at the Perfumer with her innocent eyes and asked.

"What's a lap dance?"

'Is that how you want to play this?' Volgen smirked within, thinking the girl was still putting on the innocent act, maintaining the character as the Queen. After all, it'd be unreasonable to expect a Queen to know the term lap dance, let alone how to do one. It only fuelled her lust, as corrupting innocent girls was a fantasy that stroke a chord with the famed lover.

Elanor felt Volgen's hands creep around the haunches and cup her both butt cheeks. In a swift pull, the Queen's ass cheeks were separated. A moan escaped her, as the cold of the room hit her exposed anus for the first time. Her eyes widened as the elder woman spoke.

"See this gap dear, this warm cleft between your cheeks. I want you to grip his cock within these, and straddle it with your hips until you feel his erection bulging and pushing your cheeks apart. And.."

Elanor felt deeply aware and exposed now. And a strong burning sensation right at her anal hole, puckering in trepidation. She didn't know at the time, but the Wilsom was wide awake now. His gaze piercing into the sweet spot of an ass right before. He raised his fingers pointing, almost touching her right at the anus, when Volgen suddenly released her grip. The ass cheeks closed back, in a tight resounding slap, and kept jiggling, as her hand went to the Queen's slippery hole upfront. As Elanor felt her pussy getting tapped, Volgen said.

"And while you straddle his hard-on, I want your pussy to grind his balls wild. That way, he'll have no choice but to cum. All the while kissing my thighs. Don't worry, I'll guide you."

Elanor felt her memory starting to getting fuzzy suddenly. The secondary effects of the happy pill were kicking in. The frequent black-outs. One minute she was standing over the perfumer. Next minute, Elanor was on the ground. She realized her thighs were splayed over and apart the thighs of Wilsom, whose lap she now straddled, her back against his hairy naked chest. She felt his semi-hard member pressed tight between her ass cheeks, as her pussy lips felt tickled being brushed against a hairy funny pouch. His balls, she realized shortly. She felt a woman's grip on her hair, and got pulled across.

Another black out. Now she realized her eyes were shut tight for some reason, the member pushing her ass cheeks apart with much vigor now, as she felt some rough fingers treat her nipples not so kindly. The grip on her hair had gotten tighter, and it felt almost like someone was directing her face using it like a handle, or a horse reign. And strangely, her head coordinated well with the grip now. The hand guided the head, while the intensity of the grip made her suck inward with her lips, or nibble around what was pushed on her face.

'And what was pushed down her face?' Elanor had no idea, especially with her eyes closed. Every time she tried opening, she felt thick hair brushing against her eyelids. 'Hair? Was she kissing Volgen again? I thought she said thighs, but...' And even what she tasted only left her confused. She expected it to be stinking and salty, but if anything it tasted like oysters. Which she wasn't the greatest fan of. And yet it as her tongue swirled and squirmed against what seemed like a wet puffy soapy mess of a mouth, she could feel no teeth. On the background, she could hear near ecstatic moans from the older lady, and appreciative grunts from the man behind.

This repeated for several black-outs, and she almost began feeling deja vu. At times the grip on her hair will release, enough to let her catch a breath, but not enough to look around and see what was going on. The excitement of all the constant rubbing was driving Elanor wild as well. Her breathing was much faster, her hands gripping the arm rests, as her head was made to hump whatever that tasted so delicious now, that she no longer needed any guidance. She remembered amidst all this, her sensation peaking, coinciding with the rest of the straddling.

And sitting back now in a pseudo-post coital bliss, with her breath barely back to normal, resting against the sweaty heaving chest of the old man Wilsom, Elanor remembered that distinct moment when they all came together. Tight against her full cheeks, Wilsom had no choice but to cum. And with all the constant brushing up on his hairy rubbery balls beneath, Elanor had been right on edge as well. As she felt his ball sack tighten into a big squishy ball, the top of his erect mushroom head popped up pushing aside her butt cheeks, touching her lower back torso, with streams of thick hot cum jetting out, one after the other.

This surprised Elanor. Quite frankly, after the foot job earlier, she expected him to barely shoot a blank at most. Now it seemed the foot job was merely a warm-up for the Royal Hairdresser. At the sudden sensation seemed to push her over the edge as well, as the Queen finally felt the much awaited churning from the depths of her loins erupt profusely, drenching the old man's wrinkled ball sack with her own juices shamelessly, in multiple coats. But what surprised her the most was the way Volgen released her grips the same time. Letting the Queen lean back a few inches, before grabbing her head again. Almost as if stopping her at the right place. What followed was still a puzzle to her.

A stream of warm, sticky liquid hit her face in a forceful single spray. Even not knowing what just happened, lulled by the blissful orgasm a few seconds ago, the Queen just relaxed and took it on. Viscous little drops clung to her eyebrows and chin, while the rest of it dribbled down along her cheeks. She wasn't particularly a fan of how it smelled, but at this point she could be trained to love any scent. Wilsom seemed all too spent now, even if his fingers toyed with her clit gently. Wiping her face clean with one hand, she looked forward. And found what should have been obvious from the get go if not for the happy pill.

Sitting before her was a supremely satisfied and smiling Volgen, her skirt bunched up, and her thighs splayed apart. Only she had no underclothing on, and evidently glistening somewhere deep inside her extremely thick yet well-maintained bush was her sweet leaking pussy. And the more Elanor stared at it, the more she felt her mouth water. 'What's wrong with me?! That's disgusting. That is.. That is not me. That cant be.'

The effects of the pill had almost disappeared now, Elanor feeling her usual self, only saturated in the sexual bliss. Yet she couldn't believe what she had just done, unwitting as it was. The Queen hung her head low, not wanting to face the Perfumer, as she felt Volgen's toes. Trying to playfully pinch her nipples.

Then she felt a superiorly strong grip on her hair, with long sinewy fingers digging into her skull. And another hand grabbed her in a loose choke, pulling her up onto her feet standing, all in a single swoop. There was only one man tall and strong enough to do it so effortlessly in the room, and Elanor couldn't help but smile as her focus adjusted to his visage, still looking down. But he looked nothing like the kind, gentle man of the tunes. His eyes looked like a hungry beast, his creased forehead, those sunken cheeks and gray adding to the effect. Almost as if all her moans had awakened something in him. She muttered.

"Master..?!"

In response, his tongue slide in through her parted lips, and all the Queen could do now was to hang there limp. Hanging from his firm grip, her toes barely touching the floor now, her airway blocked by his grip. She focused on her kiss, her face reddened breathless, the vein at her forehead about to pop. Volgen watched it all smitten.

Breaking the short kiss, he said in a low, deep, gravelly voice.

"Take it from me, Princess. Nothing tops this feeling. Of tasting another woman on the lips of a pretty little harlot, like yours."

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Meanwhile, at the fort base.

Vlazid stood waiting outside the security room. Next to him was Jezeb, obviously worried and shaking now that the alcohol was out of his system. They had both been called upon by the Head of Households, Lady Agrafena herself. They knew it was only a matter of time before the chambermaid reported on their earlier misbehavior, but they never expected to be called upon so soon.

"That damn bitch Tabitha.." Jezeb sneered under the breath.

"Cool it buddy, it's done." Vlazid said. "Now all that's left is top face the music." Unlike his friend, Vlazid didn't regret his actions the least bit. His only guilt was not pouncing on her sooner. That was the juiciest pussy lips he had ever touched, if only he got a chance to taste it again.

Suddenly, footsteps approached from the corner, and both the guards stood in attention. Bellatrix, Lady Agrafena to them, walked in to the room, signalling them to follow. As they stood facing her, it was clear from her piercing gaze. They were in deep trouble. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then the short woman walked up to the two tall, trembling guards.

Vlazid spoke. "Lady Agrafena, we were only doing our duty, and had every right to aa..AAAH" His words blurted into a scream as Agrafena's sinewy fingers, used to taming horses, crushed his balls in one grip.

"You got something to say as well?" Bella asked Jezeb, yanking his sack down with the other hand. He managed to swallow the scream, but his face reddened, about to explode. "I'm used to beasts idiots, one kick of which could turn you into a vegetable for weeks. You are just boys, do not ever forget that!!"

As she crushed their manhood, Bella couldn't help but size them up. She remembered their names, but seeing the faces, she recognized them. The same troublemakers from the previous week. It was in no way her design, then why do these two keep crashing into the Queen's party so often. Were they fated to clash either way? And he's got a decent dick too, all things considered. Bella had walked in with a simple plan, to discipline them a bit. But having studied their files as part of her new title, and especially the personal contact she just had, stirred her imagination wild. Then as always, it crystallized in her mind, in an instant.

A new plan.

She dropped their balls, and let them adjust for a minute as she walked back to her chair.

"Correct me if I'm wrong Vlazid, your father died in combat a few years ago, right?"

As he nodded, Bellatrix continued, "And what was his official posting before the war."

Vlazid looked into her eyes and stated proudly. "He was the chief of the King's personal protection team."

Bellatrix asked, "And you play it so well, you'll likely stay the lowest security guard for the rest of your life. That'd make your father proud!? What about you, Jezeb? Is being the gatekeeper your ultimate dream?"

Both nodded no. She continued, "Well, despite your latest troubles, it says here in your file that you are pretty good at combat yourself. Which makes me wonder.."

Jezeb glanced at Vlazid and back. 'Was this a disciplining session, or a job interview?'

"You do know why the Queen scolded you specifically the other day, right?"

"Because I was being improper while on duty, Lady Agrafena." Vlazid said sternly.

"No you idiot.!" Bella lied through her teeth. She had to, for her plan to work. "Because she had high hopes for you! Your father used to serve with King Barthomius in his early days. He was well respected among the troops. And look at you now. How could she not get angry?!"