Queendom 04: Retirement Party

Vlazid's face told it all. The way his complete perception of the Queen change, all in a few carefully curated lines. Bella stayed silent for a while, letting them marinate on the thought. Then she shouted.

"Are you willing to die for your Kingdom, men?"

"Yes!" Both barked.

"Are you willing to die for your Queen?"

"Yes!!"

"Good!" Bellatrix handed Vlazid a parchment. "Here are the names of the men of your batch, currently working at the Castle. You are to pick the best four from them. I'm putting together a new team of Queen's personal security, and you'll be the head. You'll get the official papers tomorrow, along with the private locker and training facilities. You'll train your skills to perfection for a few months before officially joining. Ready to take the job..?"

"Yes, Lady Agrafena" Both shouted enthusiastically.

"At ease men." Bella too sat back, relaxed, and started spinning the next part of her plan. "What you did to that poor dancer, make no mistake, was wrong. And I expected the Queen to be furious. Want to know what she said.?"

They both were silent, the tension back on their faces.

"You know the south-side tavern, 'The Desert Rose?"

"I do..." Jezeb jumped in.

"Good." Bella handed over a royal insignia to Vlazid. "I know how on the edge this job makes most men, and you are at the prime of your lives. So Vlazid, you are to take your men, the new team, to 'Desert Rose' tomorrow night. In fact, it'd be wise for you to visit their special night's every Thursday."

"Will that be part of the training, like undercover work?"

"No, it's just pleasure. A welcome gift from Her Majesty herself. Drinks will be free if you show the insignia. And I said Thursdays because, that's when Demura performs!"

Vlazid's eyes bulged, not able to hide his excitement. Jezeb just stood wondering, not remembering who Demura was.

Bellatrix chuckled at him, shaking her head. "Vlazid you better explain it to your friend later. No more guard duties from tomorrow on, just report directly to Special officer Herald. And what's with these uniforms, when was the last time you washed them..?! Look the part, boys. You are dismissed. Oh, before I forget. At 'Desert Rose', if you feel like pushing your luck, flash the insignia to the bar maid Sonja. There might be some surprise in store as well. Boys should have fun, after all."

The guards bowed to her smiling, and rushed off the room to their posts. Bella wondered for a minute, was she pushing the Queen too hard too soon. Then she just reminded herself what she witnessed from her secret vantage point before coming down.

The Great Queen on her knees, on the edge of the broken railing, with piss coating her lips. And holding the lowly sewage cleaner's shriveled penis.

"No, if anything, she needs to be pushed. Much further. Nothing less will have any effect on her. Not after this."

The reigns were barely in her hands anyway.

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Elanor sat on her haunches, mesmerized by the thick meat standing erect right before her eyes. The one that had wet her dreams on her eighteenth birthday, the one she barely sized up while hugging him tight. She had always dreamed it as quite substantial. But even semi-hard, it looked huge. And of much girth. As the mushroom head kept moving, the Queen felt her mouth well up.

"You sure this is right, Dave?" Volgen asked.

"It's a blowjob, Volgen. It doesn't come under penetrative sex. I mean, you can't tap that pussy, then what else can we do..?"

Davieth sat laid back on the comfy chair, shirt splayed wide, rubbing the hairy torso. His thighs spaced wide, with the pant's fly wide open, and his veiny member pulsing, hypnotizing his old pupil. Elanor was surprised by the crude way her Master now spoke, a far cry from the well behaved tutor.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it does. If you put it in, regardless of the hole, it counts as penetration."

"Well, I saw her tongue slide into your holes, dear. Doesn't that count.?" Davieth grinned.

"I didn't do the penetration, Dave. It was all her."

"So is this, right.? I'm just sitting back, relaxing. It's the girl who can't help but wrap her lips around mine.."

Volgen smiled back at her friend. "That's debatable, hm.. Sure, look at her stare. Its like she's been cock hungry for weeks. But judging from that virgin pussy, I doubt if she ever had a dick in her mouth. And look at you still growing..! You sure she could take it all in?"

Davieth smirked, and held his palms in a mock plea.

"Would you please help this poor girl, my dear..? Initiate her to the ways of oral. And exploit this teaching opportunity like you love to do. Like old times, Volgen?"

Volgen shook her head, and walked up to the young Queen. Look at her heaving, she was irresistible. She sat by the Queen's side and told her to give it a try. Elanor leaned in, her lips parted, her wet tongue reaching and touched the tip of his erect member. In no time she had half its length within, her tongue swirling around stimulating its folds, her lips running up and down the length, the combined suction of it making the old man smile. Nothing extraordinary, he thought. But it's always felt good, the uncontrolled suction of a novice. With all the unintended slurping soundscape it provided. Music to his ears.

Elanor savored the saltiness of his under crotch, swiveling her tongue to rub through the clefts of his mushroom head, tasting pre-cum for the first time in a long while. She hadn't had an amorous thought for so long, she even forgot the taste of semen. And she can't wait till her memory gets refreshed, thanks to her Master. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this excited, this comforted, feeling a penis in her mouth. All her experimentation with her husband even wasn't this passionate a game, when it comes to sucking on genitals.

The Queen felt perplexed and even disgusted, the first time King Barthomius suggested it. And even though she gave in, and warmed up to making it a regular part of their cuddle sessions, he made sure no semen ever entered her body, keeping up with the most orthodox take on his Kingdom's traditions. And Elanor did it only so she can make him go down on her later. She was never a fan of blowjobs else, so never considered the serious skill it required to blow a massive cock such as Davieth's.

The old man simply reclined, his head resting way back, a half filled glass of mead on his left hand, which he sipped every once in a while. He was determined, however. One way or the other, he was going to make her deep throat him, in its entirety. Elanor continued bobbing her head, high on the sex smells, like she knew what she was doing. Volgen couldn't help but laugh. 'This is no blowjob. This is just a mess, plain and simple.'

"Girl..! How can you have a body so lewd, yet not know how to suck a cock proper all this time?!"

The Queen felt a hand gently wrap her hair around, and Volgen's grip pulling her head. Elanor felt relieved, finally managing to take a full breath, gasping. She wouldn't have stopped else. Volgen said.

"Relax.. You are to please him, Princess, not eat him at the earliest.. Well, you'll eat him eventually, but not like this."

Elanor listened as she collected herself.

"First things first, no teeth, especially when going in. Like this." She took hold of the Queen's hand, putting the extended index finger before her mouth. "When taking in, cover your teeth with the skin of your lip, tucking your lips in, see.. Like an old hag.. Haha.. Suck in. Use pressure and suck in the air in your mouth, we need the cheeks sinking to a tight vacuum. That will drive them crazy. And as you retreat, unwrap the lips from the teeth and suck directly on the penis. They love this, especially if lathered up with enough spit."

Elanor observed closely as Volgen demonstrated it on, sucking her finger in with the lips wrapped over the teeth that it made no direct contact. The Queen felt her tongue twirling around the finger inside, covering it with warm saliva. Then she felt a surprising vacuum form within, like sucking in her flesh of the bones almost, as the Perfumer's face distorted, her cheeks sinking in deep, almost to her skull. The way she used to suck her thumb paled in comparison. She pulled the wet digit out, her pouting lips wrapped around, with a smile in her eyes to the nodding Queen.

"Now you try, with the real thing."

As the girl recreate the lesson almost perfectly, Volgen gripped her nape gently and guided her bobbing head. "Good girl, good girl..!"

Elanor quickly got a hang of it, and continued to work his cock, while doing an impressive job of stimulation with her tongue within as well. But however hard she tried, she could still take only half of it, the meaty four inches still remaining untouched. A passing glance of Master's face told her all she needed to know. He was not impressed, she better lean into it fast.

Elanor held on to the chair legs, and forced herself on his crotch, hoping to stick in at least an inch more. Volgen yanked her back into senses, and said.

"Girl, if you want to go further, you need a lot of lubrication. You need your mouth wet. Here, drink something." Volgen sipped in a mouthful of laced mead, and pulled her into a kiss. Elanor didn't have much time to think, as their lips met. And the perfumer emptied the entire mouthful down her throat, with a lot of her own saliva, all the while not breaking the kiss.

"Don't drink it all. Keep some by the cheeks, okay? It'll come in handy."

Elanor had drunk most of it, but she didn't know the drink alone was enough to push her down a trance, thanks to its added psychedelics. Only she was already high, on lust and loin juices. The drink merely made it all fuzzy, and surely easy. Volgen continued.

"Now in all fairness, girl. Your usual tricks won't work on Davieth. May be for an average six inches you'll do fine. But for a massive nine incher or up, you must go the whole way. You must deep throat. Let's see... Stick that tongue out."

Elanor complied, and felt the thick fingers pry its way into her oral cavity. Her larger built already intimidated the barely clad Queen. Volgen's surprisingly long, thick soft fingers reached her epiglottis, and probed further, making her almost cough up. Her thumb had a surprisingly strong grip on Elanor's jaw, and she held her chin stretched upwards, making it difficult to cough freely. Her eyes teared up and nose flared, all the while not seeing the point of it all. Volgen kept her struggling for a moment, then released. And the Queen gasped for air, faintly coughing, pools of saliva drooling out of her mouth. Volgen said.

"Oh, this will be easy for you, girl. For one, your gag reflex is surprisingly low. Now look at.. Hey.!"

Volgen slapped the Queen back to senses as she struggled to orient herself.

"Now..! Look at me. I'm not going to repeat. This is how you deep throat."

With her palm still rubbing her left cheek in disbelief, Elanor stared as the Perfumer leaned up to Davieth's semi-hard member.

"Dave, behave! Okay?"

"With pleasure, dear." He replied calmly.

What followed next baffled and amazed, and at times horrified Elanor. She did not expect Volgen to do what she did, regardless of her explicitly saying it. Volgen gripped his cock base with one hand, and put the other around his hips. She opened her mouth, and as the Queen observed, distinctly pushed out her tongue like a lizard, and opened her mouth wide. Her tongue, well coated in saliva, slid easily underneath the large penis, semi hard and looking almost eight inches. As Elanor's eyes widened, she dived deep into his crotch, and deep and deep. Taking in the whole semi hard eight inches in one single swoop. Elanor noticed Volgen's throat distinctly bulging out. 'Wait, does that mean..? Is that why she called it deep throat?'

Volgen's left hand hugged his waist for balance, while her right fingers played with his balls. And all the while she seemed supremely calm, not even an awkward slurping or guttural noise, unlike Elanor who made a mess with her previous attempts. Volgen had sucked in and sealed it so well that not much saliva even leaked from the corners. She shifted her gaze to meet the amazed eyes of the Queen, her face beginning to turn red. And with a smile in her eyes, she released and leaned back. An entire erect nine inch cock slid out of her mouth, with Davieth gasping loudly in the background.

Looking at the trepidation in Elanor's face, she said.

"Just relax your jaws, stretch your tongue out, and let the dick slide freely. Think you are up to it?"

Elanor wished she hadn't stated it as a challenge. Now she can't stop herself, even if she wanted to. She had to prove to her that she had it in. To do the extremely obscene, even. It did concern her that Davieth seemed to be still growing, reaching nine inches now, and he was rock hard. She proceeded to give him a few licks first, covering his entire cock, stroking it simultaneously. Then she felt a sudden slimy splash upon her palm.

Elanor looked to her side to see Volgen grinning. She had just spat on his cock, covering his girth and her right hand in a bulky blob of spittle. Her apparent aid in lubrication. Volgen asked mockingly.

"What?! Would you rather have it pored down your mouth? Use it, hussy..! Lather up that cock."

The thick smell of his musk and sweat and pre-cum, and all that drool, combined with the laced drink, all had pushed Elanor into a state of haziness. Like nothing stayed in her grasp anymore. Always being told what to do, how to be, the whole night. She needed something to ascertain her control. And Elanor recognized, if it comes down to this beautiful cock and her throat, she's going to control how far down her throat it went. With that thought lifting her spirits, she lunged in with all the might, deep throating.

She had angled her mouth and the cock just perfect, that with all the foaming spit, it slid down easily, past her protruding tongue, past her mouth cavity and straight to her throat. 'Wow, in the first go?! And so effortless!' She herself was impressed, and Volgen agreed. Instinctively, her hands went for his behind, as she feared the gag reflex will push her right back. And she heard, to her heart's content, the first satisfied moan from her Master. And she knew, she did that.

Elanor felt his hands caress around the back of her skull, his fingers brushing her thick hair. 'Hmm.. He likes it now, huh?!' The Queen felt ecstatic. Only it wasn't a mere caress, she realized. His hands latched on tight, holding her in place, as she began to feel the gag reflex worsen. With the bulk of her saliva about to ooze out the corner, she sucked back in, with all her force. And it seemed to drive him wild, as he grunted, tightening his grip.

Elanor felt her face pushed right into his pubic growth, an inch of his cock still outside even with her best efforts. Then the Queen felt herself pulled up, by the skull, still smashed against his belly fat. Davieth had enough foreplay, and he had made up his mind now. He wished to skull fuck the maid to exhaustion, and then throat her some more. Any hesitations he held went out the window, the way her mouth just vacuumed his penis in. No, this is a throat too good to waste playing nice.

As he stood up, his hanging old ball sack swung back and forth, and it rested slapping against Elanor's stretched chin. Her mascara ran wild, her nostrils flaring crazy, and she neared choking, half an inch more of him sliding down now. Almost out of breath, she must inhale now, yet his grip remained unchanged. Elanor desperately slapped against his bum, as if tapping out. But Davieth seemed to enjoy it too much, the way he exchanged grins with Volgen. Like this wasn't their first time deep throating a girl to black out. 'Wait, was this their plan all along? No, oh no.!'

Elanor couldn't afford to black out. With all the high and hormones, it wasn't like she did a great job, barely hanging on to consciousness. But if she were to black out, there was no way of telling how these two were to behave. Already drunk and horny, what if they chose to break a rule or two. Wait, what if he went for her chastity? Oh no! Davieth no longer behaved like the sweet Master she had a crush on. Maybe he never was that man. And even if he was, she didn't trust the wicked Volgen a bit. Not after how she drugged her, and manipulated her to do all those sweet things. 'Sweet things?! What am I saying? Where is Mistress? Was the situation still under control.?'

Here it goes.

Elanor felt the corners of her vision, darkening, her brain squeezing out all of its oxygen. And then, it all came back, right at that moment. Davieth released his grip, still guiding her head backwards, about three fourth of his erection popping right out of her mouth. Gobs of spittle poured out and drooled all over her chest, her eyes moving about, struggling to focus. She felt her lungs fill up with life, the clarity return to her brain, and her vision restored. For a brief moment, her gaze locked onto his, as her addled mind recognized the grin with which he looked down. She really hoped if that moment had lasted longer. Seeing a complete stranger in the visage of her beloved Master. An utterly happy stranger. The same one she'd have gladly given herself to, the very night of her eighteenth birthday. After all this time, finally.

Here we meet.

No such thoughts troubled Davieth, but only one. Of loosening the young girl's throat so much that she'd be essentially ruined when it comes to blowjobs. That a mere blowjob becomes a soft cuddle to her. That she learns to cum from her throat even.

Volgen had already started on it, as she stood on her knees behind the Queen, her hands cupping her bosoms, slathering the drool all over her body. Her fingers dipping into the already pulsing royal pussy. Adding to the fire that burned deep in her loins. A low moan escaped Elanor's throat, as Davieth pulled her head right back in. The now ten inch completely erect cock slid through the tongue, like on ice.

Davieth went all out, letting her have it all. All the lust she only had churned up in him, from the very moment she swayed her hips, enticing the whole crowd standing in moon light. If anything, the shameless slut deserved it, he said under his breath. He relentlessly pounded his hips upon her face, his hands moving her head in and out with great passion, literally skull-fucking her. As the room filled with extremely obscene sounds of 'gluk, gluk gluk', spittle drooling down his thighs, soaking his balls. And it slapping her under-chin, almost repeatedly now.

Volgen was surprised by how the girl persevered and how her throat expanded to accommodate the massive member. Most girls would have cried or protested by now. But this one just kept on going. Though it wasn't like she had much say. Not with a cock down her throat. But even the seasoned Volgen couldn't help but chuckle at what she realized. Of all the things, what seemed to bother the girl, from her reactions, was how her nose kept getting brushed up by his pubic hair, which was unkempt and plenty.

Volgen guided the Queen through it, giving necessary stimulation by biting her ears, neck, and of course by fingering. At short breaks, she gave her lots to drink, saying her throat needs to be wet and salivating. But it confused Elanor why she chose mead, instead of water. She told her to keep the throat relaxed, and push the tongue further out, and to breathe only through her nose. As she struggled, Volgen reassured with his member hitting the back throat, she'll start salivating in plenty on her own. She whispered.

"Remember Princess. If you cannot find in your heart, what it takes to satiate the masculine.. Then it is sinful in its very essence, to think of enticing it even."