Steampunk Harlots Ch. 35

"This is what NOT to do, right, Liddy?"

"Yes, perfect example. Thank you, Vile."

A loud squeak came from Harriot, who was looking out the window. "I need a man, right now."

"Not criticising your problem-solving skills," Hannah started, "But what's the problem?"

"My arranged husband is on the docks and I would REALLY like to give him a parting memory of me."

"That sounds..." opened up one of the duke's people. "Like you, Ummm..." he looked to his friend. "This might call for two men." His improv finally getting the point across.

"Yeah," his friend agreed. "You know, to make sure it gets done right."

"That would be fantastic!" Harriot exclaimed, excitedly looking to Liddy and Inky for permission.

Liddy relented, "Fine, do what you need to do."

Harriot lept into the arms of the man who had spoken first after handing her rifle to Juno. He carried her outside where she indicated and laid her down on one of the deck tables. There, in full view of her husband, she was stripped naked and smiled at him as her first partner penetrated between her legs. Leaning back, she took the other into her throat. For a while, the whole group watched as Harriot was savaged on the table. Then, lifted up to wrap her legs around her partner and kiss him while the other grabbed her from behind and pushed into her bum to make her scream.

Ving, holding Hannah in front of her tightly as they watched through the windows, couldn't keep from massaging between her lover's legs. "Oh god, I can't wait to have her with you. Look how easy she takes that. I'm going to enjoy her more, having seen the men have her first."

"I'm glad, I was about to say the same," Hannah replied.

They all watched as Harriot was soon put on her knees while both men unloaded their seed onto her face, where she started to lick her lips as she waved to her husband.

"Damn," Emma stated. "She must really not like that man."

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Hannah didn't know who the man she was with was, or if he knew he was having a Queen. Though the way he looked up at her as she moved her hips back and forth while he clenched his hands on her breasts, he seemed plenty enamoured. It seemed weird to think of herself as a Queen. She thought of herself as the same person, just enjoying herself and her life. Below her was one of many different men who had the privilege of being inside her just like the first man she ever had. She wasn't any different than her old self. More experienced but not 'worth' more now that she had a title higher than anyone else.

Her client pulled her closer, to roll over on top of her while kissing the lips that had wrapped around the manhoods of many more than she had had sex with. They were still just as sweet to him as the lips of any virgin. As he lifted himself up to leverage his thrusts, he looked down at her, moaning with each stroke inside her. She knew people weren't decided by titles. Hers didn't really matter. It just determined the job she had to do and the power she had to do it with.

As her partner pulled out to put his seed onto her breasts, Hannah realised it was the power that scared her the most. The whole reason she didn't want to be queen to begin with. The responsibility for the fate of others. She could manage herself and friends, but more than that was the scary part. Most of both would rest on the Duke, maybe even some on the man who was using his hand to satisfy his queen now that he was done. It was harder to focus as she moaned, unable to suppress her body's urges to stress over the fate of the world. She rubbed her breasts to make them glisten with his seed in the light from the ceiling. Hannah screamed, climaxing hard, and was certain she could hear Ving's voice do the same in another room as she finished.

Hannah decided that being a queen would be no different from being a soldier. Power her weapon, politics her sights, and responsibility her uniform. Keep it simple, and don't let anyone know about her being a queen. So she can simply enjoy what her body needs without distraction. She noticed her partner already stiffening again, and was impressed enough to smile.

"Another round my Queen? I'm ready."

Hannah was stunned, then felt stupid. Of course the Dukes trusted friends would know and be the ones he brought to the ship!

"Yes, your queen commands it."

Suddenly, certain advantages became apparent as she felt her loyal subject push back inside her.