The Queen And The Cock Ch. 02

2nd chapter! A bit shorter but this is the last "set up" chapter. Piper, the Twinned character, is introduced in this one and she quickly learns what life in the Palace of Potentia is like. Next weeks release will be a bit more exciting!

Tags: hyper sizes and cum ridiculousness/inflation, futa on female, pregnancy, MILF

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Several days had passed without a word from Horavus.

Antonia paced back and forth in her bedroom, her balled-fists stiff at her sides to stop her from biting her nails, a bad habit she'd been mostly free of since she was a youth. Breathing ragged, she was acutely aware of her thighs squelching together under her figure-cresting, midnight-blue dress, the annoyance of the sound akin to cutlery scratching across a plate. Her legs trembled as she stomped across the floor, her knees wobbling together, her bare toes curling again and again into the carpet. She was just so damn horny!

Two weeks without a proper orgasm was enough to push the middle-aged Monarch to her brink! Oh she had tried to use her old toys, the one's she'd had crafted for her in secret pre-Elsbeth, digging them out of their hiding place under her bed, but it just wasn't the same. The cold, splinterless wood and smooth stone fake phalluses could simply not compare to the feeling of a flesh-and-blood cock inside of her. The veins. The heat. The throbbing. It was all missing! And that wasn't even mentioning the fact that a sex toy couldn't fill her womb with quarts of semen!

She had almost, almost summoned Elsbeth to her chambers the night before, her desperation nearly getting the better of her - but she hadn't. Queen Antonia had managed to stay strong, in a manner of speaking, and had fought off showing any signs of weakness to her lessers; instead she resigned herself to humping one of her pillows until she fell asleep in a fit of tears like a frustrated virgin, hoping that an outer climax would satiate her for the time being. It hadn't. The pitiful peak she reached did the opposite for her, she quickly discovered, and it left her a writhing, sobbing mess, more aroused than ever before.

And it was just getting worse.

Her Highness was barely able to get through her regular duties because of her unquenched libido! Every meeting, every hold of court, every interaction seemed to stretch on to eternity for the Monarch, like the people around her were moving and talking in slow motion. She'd been snippier, meaner - more so than normal - to the residents of her palace, having even threatened to have a serving boy sent to the dungeons for the misdeed of not getting out of her way quickly enough! Nobles and servants alike were avoiding her like the plague - something she would have usually enjoyed but found only added to her anxiety. And her constant, excessive alcohol-consumption wasn't helping the matter either!

Worst of all, she'd seen Horavus nary a single second since their private meeting. Whenever she sent a guard or a handmaid to fetch him he was nowhere in sight, and she'd been relayed the same message every time: her most trusted advisor had not been present in the palace for many days. Moons Above, she even tried to call his name mentally in hopes that he would hear her brain's pleading, banking on her suspicions about his mind-reading powers being correct! But she'd had no such luck, and her anxiety grew with each passing day that he hadn't reported his findings.

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Antonia tore at the sheets, her feet kicking out in a tantrum - an unruly gesture for one such as her. But she didn't care! She was horny and there was nothing she could do about it; Queen Antonia was ready to pull one of the guards stationed outside of her chambers into her room she was so sex-crazed, just for the tiniest of chances that he might be endowed enough to give what she needed. Even her many pitiful suitors were beginning to look attractive to her lust-fogged eyes!

Her frantic despair was cut off by a knock on the door.

"Who is it!?" She howled, rising to her feet, nearly knocking over the goblet at her side, her face contorted into a fierce expression of hate, "How dare you interrupt me at this time of night! I swear I'll have you chained in irons and-"

"My Queen."

She'd recognize that hoarse tone anywhere - it was Horavus!

"Horavus! My apologies! Please, come in!"

Antonia hurried to the door to help him into her chambers. The short, hunchbacked creature that she named as her most trusted advisor wattled into the room, his staff leading the way, his tail brushing against the carpet behind him as always. Urgently, Antonia slammed the door once he had entered and moved to the center of the bedroom, standing in front of her bed, her hands fidgeting together below her immense bust; Horavus took his sweet time in settling, his steps as sluggish and plodding as they ever were.

There was a heavy silence that filled the royal bedchamber, Antonia waiting for the strange being to say something, anything, her breathing heavy in anticipation; conversely, Horavus was completely quiet, never seeming to breathe at all unless he was speaking. She couldn't understand why he hadn't informed her of his findings right away, and Antonia could feel her anger rising the longer the Dragonkin continued to stand there without uttering a word. It didn't take long for her patience to crack, and right as she opened her mouth to ask, to command Horavus to address her, he outstretched his free hand.

A flash of bright green light erupted from where she assumed his palm was, the black-robe covered appendage consumed by the sudden, mystical shimmer. Antonia had to shield her eyes just to not be blinded by the sudden use of magic, and when she looked down at his twisted figure once more, a piece of parchment was now occupying the place the emerald glow had previously. Without a word, Horavus brought it up to his face, silently reading what was scrawled across its yellowed-surface, his head nodding ever so slightly. The Queen still wasn't sure what was going on!

"Queen Antonia Ignitas," he addressed the ruler in his deep, rumbling voice, "I have procured a proper replacement for the position of Her Majesty's Royal Cock."

Antonia clapped her hands together excitedly, nearly leaping for joy right then and there.

"Oh Horavus, that's just wonderful!" She gushed, almost giving in to the temptation to fall to her knees and hug the living oddity, "I knew I could count on you! So tell me, who is it? Which of the noble families does she come from - its a Twinned right? Oh thank the Three Moons! I didn't know how much longer I could wait. I was so...

Horavus waited until she finished her babbling before continuing.

"The person we have discovered to take over the role is one of the Twinned, yes, but she is not counted amongst the nobility."

"So she is from the Merchant class? I can live with that, as disappointing as it is. At least she has some manner o-"

The advisor shook his head.

"No, M'Lady, she is not from the Merchant class either."

"Then who...?"

"The only suitable candidate we found was amongst the peasantry," Horavus did not react to Antonia aghast reaction, "the daughter of a farming family that lives near the Red Forest."

"A-A peasant!?" Antonia nearly shouted, her hopes dying before her eyes, her shoulders falling, "Horavus, surely there has been some mistake - I cannot lie with a mere farm girl! T-That would be uncouth! Are you sure she is the only acceptable replacement you could find!?"

"I am sure. Every family with an adult Twinned counted amongst their brood were checked."

"But what if you missed one? What if-"

"I did not 'miss' anyone, my Queen. This Twinned was the only suitable choice that met your standards, of the dozens that live in Potentia."

"Horavus... even if I was okay with bedding someone from the lower-class, how will I explain this to the court? To the other nobles!?"

"This issue has been considered," Horavus rasped, Antonia wondering if the annoyance she thought she heard in his tone was real or imagined, "and I have come up with a solution. It is simple: if anyone were to inquire about a simple farm girl being elevated to the status of one of the Queen's own personal handmaids, tell them that she is a bastard of the late King."

"A bastard?"

"Indeed. From an affair he had before his untimely passing. And that you are taking her in out of the kindness of your heart."

Considering his words, Antonia sat down on the edge of the bed once more, burying her visage in her hands. Of course Horavus had an answer prepared! She had little doubt that he'd realized the issue of picking such a low bred person to be her Royal Cock, and she was sure he knew she'd raise a fuss the moment he told her as much. His infinite wisdom was actively getting a rise out of her; Antonia did not enjoy being shown up so easily! Still...

He did succeed in his secretive task, just like she knew he would. Horavus had done exactly as she asked, even if the results were not to her liking. Could she complain then? Well, of course she could complain, she was the Queen after all! But that didn't mean she should. The excuse Horavus had come up with was perfectly reasonable - plenty of royals had unclaimed children scattered through their lands - and, if the advisor was to be believed, he had found a Twinned that would meet all of her needs. What more of him could she really ask?

The thought of being satiated - being fucked - again caused the Monarch to clench her thighs together, her libido once more overriding her rational train of thought. A peasant Twinned might just be perfect for her, all things considered. Young, naive, moldable - Antonia could make her into the best lover possible, the best for her. Teach her everything she needed to know of how to please her new Mistress, along with etiquette and other such things. Yes, trusting Horavus in this matter had been the right thing to do!

Antonia looked back up at her advisor, her cheeks flush, her limbs quivering.

"Okay..." She started, a smile creeping onto her plush lips, "Okay! I accept. I will take this peasant girl in and she will be my new Royal Cock, despite her low standing."

"As you say, M'Lady."

"I-Is she here already? In the palace?"

"No, my Queen. The Twinned will arrive the day after tomorrow. I delayed her arrival on the chance that you did not approve of my selection."

"Two more days?" Antonia mumbled to herself before sighing, "I can live with two more days. And what is this Twinned's name, Horavus?"

"She is called 'Piper' Your Highness."

"Piper..."

The Queen cleared her throat and rose to her feet.

"That settles it - this 'Piper' will be my new handmaid and Royal Cock. It has been decreed. You have my eternal gratitude, Horavus."

"To serve you is my pleasure, Queen Antonia."

"Oh stop!" She admonished him, shaking her head, "You will be suitably rewarded, my advisor. Name whatever you want, and you will have it!"

"All I require is to be allowed to serve."

"You're impossible, Horavus!"

"Have you need of anything further, M'Lady?"

Obviously he was finished with this private meeting.

"No, no. That will be all. You are dismissed."

"As you wish."

With that, Horavus turned to leave, shambling his way out of the Queen's bedchambers; right as he stepped out into the hall, the tailed-creature paused. The orb atop his staff glowed the same glow - both in luminescence and speed - as it had in the Great Hall when Antonia had asked Horavus to perform this task in the first place, catching both of their attentions; Antonia swore that she caught her advisor nodding at the crystalline ball like it had directly spoken to him! As quickly as it happened though, Horavus was gone, scarcely making a sound as the door closed behind him, disappearing into the hall. Antonia understood that she would probably never figure out the peculiar workings of his inner-machinations!

The moment he was gone, Antonia undressed and readied herself for sleep, downing the rest of her wine, wanting the days until she met Piper to pass by as quickly as possible, feeling as giddy as she did the night before her first time with Elsbeth. Once she was under heavy blankets and her head had sunk into a pillow - also stuffing a cushion between her thick, sodden thighs as well - the Queen let out a small squeal of delight; she was finally going to get to have sex again! Though she didn't know this Twinned, she ultimately trusted Horavus's judgment, and practically moaned at the thought of this new Royal Cock being even bigger than the last one! She just had to survive two more days.

As her eyes closed and she tried to calm her mind, Antonia couldn't help but smile mischievously at an idea that suddenly entered her brain. Instead of dealing with the next couple of days as usual, what if she just lied and said she was too sick to make her usual appearances!? Oh that would just be so devilishly delightful! Some time off to prepare and relax before the big day would be just what she needed; on the other hand, however, having nothing to do for that long might just kill her. She was barely remaining sane as it was! Regardless, whatever pain that Antonia suffered through - self-created or otherwise - would be all worth it in the end.

She lulled herself to sleep with this thought, her dreams filled with images of giant cocks and buckets of cum...

...

Today was the day!

With the Great Hall empty and the pointless meetings long over with, Queen Antonia reclined in her throne. Waiting. She'd dismissed every one of her guards once the message arrived that Horavus was on his way to the palace with a certain special guest in tow; it took everything in Her Highness's power not to cry out in excitement upon hearing the news! She hadn't even been this excited for her wedding day! Antonia just had to be patient for a little longer, and her life would be completed once more.

Though she always looked her best, Antonia had her handmaids put an extra flourish in their beautifying-efforts that morning. Her long, brown hair had been twisted into a series of intricate braids that crossed and wrapped around each other until they formed a wreath that fell down her back. She'd applied her own makeup as well, really layering it on, enhancing what was normally done to her sharp countenance; her lips looked bigger than ever, her cheekbones higher, and her eyes smaller - she was the picture of refined beauty!

And her dress? It was the most revealing - while still maintaining some degree of elegance - article of clothing she owned. Black, flowy, and short, the garment ended right below her knees due to her rounded hips and enormous ass; it also possessed an absolutely plunging neckline. So much of Antonia creamy cleavage was on display that one wrong move would have her nipples slipping out for all to see! This was partially due to the too-small corset she'd chosen to wear that day, her handmaids having spent several minutes just trying to stuff her oversized tits into the constricting wrap. Matching black stockings and gloves completed her alluring ensemble.

She looked amazing and she knew it, even having put on a pair of tall heels instead of her usual flats, giving her an air of sexual grace. All eyes had been on her wherever she went - had been on her more than usual - and Antonia swore she even heard some of her guards suits ding at the crotch when she passed them; but they, of course, were not who she was trying to entice. This was all done in the name of her new handmaid, her new Royal Cock, who should have been arriving at any moment!

Right on queue the double-doors to the Great Hall opened.

Antonia jerked into a more formal sitting-position as two people walked into the throne room, no guards or attendants following them. The first, as expected, was Horavus, leading the way, his walking-stick making its usual clicks on the marble floors; she could just kiss that weird little hunchback she was so happy with him! When the second person entered and the doors shut behind the pair, Antonia couldn't help but lean forward, wanting to get a better look at the Twinned who'd be sharing her bed from here on out.

Piper, as Antonia recalled her name was, was about what the Queen had expected, more or less. She was about the same height as Antonia was now, meaning she was a bit taller than the Monarch stood without heels on, towering over Horavus as she awkwardly shuffled behind him. The young Twinned was the gangly sort, her tanned limbs almost too long for her body; though Antonia could tell that, like her bronzed complexion, Piper possessed a kind of limber strength that came from a life of performing manual labor, her arms and legs appearing firm even underneath her simple from of dress.

The peasant girl had a fiery mass of hair atop of her head, worn in two braids that rested against her shoulders, clearly done in such a way as to make her look more presentable in front of royalty. Features dotted by a flurry of freckles, eyes big and green, lips thin and nose short and somewhat plump, she definitely looked like a member of the lowest class; Antonia could even see that her yellowed teeth were crooked and chipped as Piper gaped in open-mouth wonder at her surroundings. They, amongst other things, could be fixed at a later date!

Antonia's guest was dressed in what she considered must have been nice clothing for a farmer. A white button-up blouse covered her torso, the sleeves ending at her elbows and showing off her muscled forearms, the bottom hems tucked into her brown pants. Even from a distance, the Queen could tell that Piper didn't have much of a figure, her physique lean and compact, which made sense given her previous profession. Her pants did nothing to hint at her Twinned nature, scarcely a bulge or crease present in her groin, filling Antonia with a small amount of distress . Piper's worn shoes beat against the marble as she moved towards the center of the Great Hall.

She could have been much worse, Antonia thought to herself with a small smile.

"Queen Antonia Ignitas," Horavus spoke as loudly as his rough voice would allow, bowing his head, "I present to you Piper, your new handmaid."

Looking around in a panic, Piper did her best to mirror Horavus's posture and lowered her head.

"It's an honor to be 'ere," Piper's heavy accent was obvious in her shaking voice, "um, thank you for 'aving me!"

"Greetings, Horavus and Piper," Antonia rose and re-steadied herself, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, "and welcome to the Palace of Potentia."

She sat back down.

"I trust your trip was a pleasant one."

"It was. We ran into no issues, M'Lady."

"Oh it was so cool!" Piper suddenly exclaimed, her face alight with excitement, "I saw so many places and different folks, I never even been to the Capital before! And the palace is real big - biggest thing I ever did see!"