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Queening Blade	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +M to R > Queen's Blade: Rurou no Senshi Views: 12382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Setra here. This story dates back 4,000 years or more. While Menace is waitin’ for Luna Luna to arrive at her party, I thought I’d regale you with a story from when she was Princess of Amara. Menace has always loved her pleasure above all else, though back then, she was a hedonist before she was a ruler. This is a tale of first love and a legacy that stretches over generations. Take it from someone who knows the deepest parts of Melona.
“Come, dear Anarista,” Menace said, talking to her trainer in the central room of the royal chambers, “I’m so grateful for your training that I feel we both deserve a day off.”
“You don’t want your skills to rust. What if something bad were to happen?” asked Anarista.
You know that Anarista’s bad news, but this is back when Menace still trusted her. They spent all day training in the hot Amaran sun, and two ladies, seeing each others’ bodies get all hot and sweaty like that, it leads to thoughts. The day before this, Menace had managed to land a hit on Anarista in a practice match, and, being grateful for her training, confessed to her. Anarista hadn’t said yes, but she hadn’t said no either. Menace took it as “more than friends, less than lovers.” You know, sex buddies.
I remember being there for their first time. Menace was lying in her bedroom having a conversation and using me. I’m just the right shape to be her sex toy, though I’m far from her only one. None of them can do it as well as I can, though. It started the same way it usually did, with me licking her hairy pussy. I’ve been with Menace since she hit puberty, so I know exactly what makes her tick. Her flavor, her sensitive spots, I can make her cum in an instant, though I like to draw it out.
Menace rested on the bed and played with her breasts while I continued eating her out. She’d been trying to lick her own nipples for a while, but hadn’t quite gotten the hang of it. She couldn’t ask me to do that, not while I was busy down below. Once my tongue had softened her up enough, she grabbed me by the handle and turned me around. This was my favorite part.
“Setra, give me the strongest vibration you have,” she said. “I want my legs to shake when I walk to the bath.”
“You got it, your highness!” I replied.
I slid my tail right inside her waiting slit. Menace was so wet there was a puddle forming between her legs on the bed. She was ready for me. I’m not the thickest magic staff out there, but I’ve been in the Amaran royal family for generations. So when I rubbed the rings on my tail against Menace’s inner walls, her body shook in a way that felt so good. It was sticky and warm inside her, and smelled even more potent with her sweat and the hot Amaran sun making her pheromones stand out in the confined space of her bedroom.
I began to shake, and Menace’s hips shook in turn. Her thighs and stomach were buzzing, and beads of sweat and pussy juices were flying everywhere. I couldn’t reach her clit from this position, that was up to her. She chose when she wanted to reach the mind-blowing orgasm I could reliably give her, I just did the warmup for it.
“I will never tire of doing this every day,” said Menace. “You’re so good, Setra.”
“If you hold off for a day or two, it might feel even better,” I said. “Would give me a break. Not that I’d mind being inside you all day. You’d just have to go without panti-”
“Cease your mewing!” said Menace, tapping me on the side of the head and sending my tail bouncing about inside her. “My blue-striped underwear is one of my best features. To go without it would be a disgrace to my kingdom.”
“It’s your call,” I snapped back.
I was still shaking inside of Menace, and had just gotten a good buzz going. My handle was slick with the princess’ juices. I couldn’t wait for that first drop to reach my mouth, where I would be tasting her from both directions. If she squirted directly into my mouth, that would be the best.
Our private session was interrupted when there came a knock on the door. I kept going, and Menace had no reaction. If one of her servants saw her masturbating, she would act as if they weren’t there. Only the royal family and her top associates netted any kind of reaction at all, and they indulged in the same kind of hedonism as my dear Menace.
Here’s when Anarista comes in, and the real sexy stuff begins. I didn’t trust her even back then, but I could momentarily forgive that if it meant I got to see Menace indulge in some passionate sex with another woman. As long as I got to watch. To make sure that Anarista didn’t corrupt her. That last part was completely sincere, you know I wouldn’t lie to you.
“Menace, are you masturbating again?” asked Anarista. “Surely not while you’re thinking of me, are you?”
“Of course not,” said Menace. “I can masturbate to myself in the mirror.” Or one of her servants’ cocks. At this point, Menace hadn’t figured out how to “love her people” in anything but the most carnal sense. She knew her safe days well enough that they were just about a national holiday in Amara.
“Have you ever done it with another woman before?” asked Anarista.
“I’ve certainly thought about it,” said Menace. Her servants were equal in number, men and women, but while she did like admiring their beauty, she’d been raised like a princess, and thought that any sex she had must be with a man if the kingdom’s lineage was going to continue. Anarista had set out to teach her otherwise.
It was one way of potentially ending the kingdom’s bloodline, but she had yet to realize just what Menace’s sorcery could do. Though I knew something was off about her when Anarista began to strip, right there in the room. She had a nice body, but any girl who willingly rips their hair off down there doesn’t sit right with me. There’s nothing to rub or grab onto, and the marks where the hair once was are still barely visible. Even her smell was a little strange.
“Do you want to do it with me?” asked Anarista. “Toss aside that staff and make my body into your toy.”
“I would love to,” Menace said. Anarista grabbed Menace’s hand and placed it between her legs. Where Menace’s palm had once been, a faint hint of magic remained. The magic grew outward until it resembled a dick and balls, toned the same as Anarista’s sun-touched skin. Anarista reached for her new cock and pulled back the foreskin, revealing her glans.
Menace was fascinated, and opened her mouth, leaning over to kiss the tip of her trainer’s dick. Anarista denied her that, pushing her away and spreading her legs. She placed her hands on her pussy lips and spread them apart, revealing her dripping pink interior. Menace took a deep whiff. She had never smelled anyone other than herself, and the familiar lust of Anarista, that she had sensed many times during training, nearly brought her to the brink of orgasm.
“What do you want to do?” asked Menace.
“No penetration just yet, my princess. That will come later,” she said. “I would love to see you grow a cock of your own. Imagine, another way to dominate your kingdom. Even the men would fall if you stuck your royal scepter up their hard asses.”
“I love that idea!” Menace said, clasping her hands.
The evening’s affair began with the two of them feeling up each others’ chests. Fingers ran across brown nipples, and the two of them got so close they were nearly kissing. When their stiff nipples overlapped, I could see their clits getting erect. Anarista knew how to get on Menace’s good side, and responded to the princess’ touch by sucking on her nipples, taking both of them in her mouth at the same time, until both of Meance’s areolae sparkled in the sunlight. Menace leaned back, moaning in delight, and her chest happily bounced to the rhythms of Anarista fingering her pussy.
The Sadler Kingdom hadn’t been on good terms with us for a while, but in this moment, Menace must have thought that a peace could be brokered through love. The idea of marrying Anarista was starting to come up, but the royal family wouldn’t let that slide. Not back then. Once Menace’s body was so sweaty that she was panting heavily, Anarista revealed her real plan for the evening.
“You’re going to make me cum without even touching my dick,” said Anarista. “Let’s trib, and you’ll get a nice reward of your favorite Anarista’s semen at the end. You’ll be free to lick it, rub it all over you, make it your dessert.”
“Yes, Anarista!” said Menace excitedly.
Menace and Anarista’s pussies met. Their clits scratched against each other, filling the bedroom with a squishing noise. Anarista’s balls kept slapping against her pussy, and precum began to spill from her head. Her balls had trapped Menace in the scissoring position. Menace’s movements were awkward, but her rubbing became impassioned, aiming for Anarista’s sensitive spots as they came to understand each others’ bodies.
“Is this what sex feels like with love?” Menace asked. “The pleasure is there, but... Oh. Ungh. So good. It feels much better.”
“I wouldn’t know, princess,” said Anarista. Anarista wasn’t going to bother waiting for Menace to cum. This was all about her, and her dick splurted its pearl-white jizz over Menace’s body. From her navel all the way down to her thighs, Menace was covered in Anarista’s cum. She scooped it up on her finger and licked it. Menace reached climax shortly after swallowing it, and squirted onto Anarista’s jewels. She collapsed from exhaustion and happiness, lying on the bed in joy.
“Good night, princess,” said Anarista, placing Menace’s hand on her dick to remove it in an instant. She dressed up in her usual outfit, and returned to the halls of the palace.
I slept beside Menace that night, carefully monitoring her for any signs of Anarista’s next plan. Nothing happened. Menace may have slept well, but I can promise you, I didn’t.
Menace had been so moved by Anarista’s affection for her that she invited her into her favorite room a mere three days after that. She loved her oil massages, and had an entire room full of various oils that she enjoyed having rubbed on herself. They were all much higher quality than the kitchen staff used, for Menace valued her own beauty above all else.
When she awoke that morning, Anarista told her she needn’t bother getting dressed. Anarista dropped her clothes to the floor and stood before Menace completely nude. The smell of her sweat overpowered the room. Menace asked if she was allowed to bring me, and Anarista allowed it. I’m glad she did, that girl needed an audience for her second stage, even if that audience was me.
She told Menace they were going to walk the halls of the palace nude. Menace didn’t see this as punishment. She saw it as another form of royalty. What was there to be ashamed of? Her sexual knowledge was growing broader, and the stares of her people looking at her most sensitive places would surely make her leak onto the palace floors, leaving a trail of juices for them to lap up behind her.
She and Anarista linked hands, walking out from her bedroom and into the halls. One of her servants held up a small vase, filled with oil. Menace dunked my tail inside it and reached behind her. “Setra, I still want you to watch my back. I’d feel bad if Anarista left you out of today’s merriment, so until we reach the oil room, you can rest inside my buttocks.” I was the happiest staff in the kingdom.
I thought Menace meant letting me rest my tired staff between her cheeks like a pillow, but her thought was more hardcore than that. She grabbed my lubed-up tail and shoved me right into her butthole. Though she winced at first, never once slowing her walk, she had me in as far as my rod would go. It was a snug fit in there, and I had a clear view of anyone who’d try to attack the queen from behind. My head was nestled between her soft, plush ass cheeks, rubbing my face from the sides with every step. I was close enough that I smelled her pussy every time she breathed.
There are things that only a magic staff can do. The smell inside wasn’t anything to write home about, but this is Princess Menace. She always smells like a dream. I was low to the ground, so I couldn’t hear what they were talking about until we reached the oil room. Once we got there, the door closed behind us and Menace slowly pulled me out of her sphincter. I washed myself off before floating to her side once again, where she sprayed me with perfume.
“You have quite the selection,” said Anarista. “Your body is always sparkling after a massage, and it’s so loose and slippery, too. Perfect for penetration.”
“I don’t know, Anarista,” Menace said. “I love you, but the only one I trust to thrust that deep inside me is Setra. If there’s anything else you would wish to engage in, perhaps with my breasts...”
“I’ll use my breasts. You have to learn how to control your royal cock, Princess,” said Anarista. “Cast that spell again.”
Menace used me to cast the spell, and the same sparks of magic began to glow near her and Anarista’s crotches. Menace looked in a large jug of water at her body. She stared in awe at her first time seeing her cock, flaccid as it was. It didn’t remain that state for long, before the sight of Anarista’s bare body ignited her libido. Her rod became erect, pointed at Anarista and twitching in the dim light of the room.
“Is this what a man feels all the time?” asked Menace. “I can feel the same tingling sensation in my vagina as I always do. The sexuality of my body has heightened.”
“I think if there’s any kingdom that will rule the world for generations to come, it’s hermaphrodites,” said Anarista. “Neither man nor woman, each couple carrying and siring two children at once. Think of how far your kingdom would spread.”
Anarista lowered herself to her knees and placed her hands underneath her hefty breasts. She wrapped them around Menace’s shaking cock, sliding up and down the length of the shaft. Menace’s glans leaked precum, and Anarista pulled away.
“It would be much better with oil,” she said. “Give me your finest.”
Menace reached for a large jug of herbal oil, and poured it around Anarista’s neck. The pale yellow oil dripped into her cleavage and down her back, covering her from head to toe. It coated her nipples and ran down the fine line of her ass crack. Anarista was shining like she was made of amber. The way the oil drops fell from her cockhead enticed Melona. She moved in and hugged Anarista, running her hands all across her body. Anarista’s oil moved onto Menace’s skin. The two of them rolled around with each other until they were fully soaked.
I nestled myself on a nearby wall, taking up the space once held by the oil jug. Normally seeing Menace get all lubed up like this meant I’d be going back inside her, but an old staff like me was being denied such basic pleasures. All I could do was watch as Anarista once again wrapped her huge breasts around Menace’s girthy cock. Their bodies were so slippery she could barely keep the thing in her chest.
“Your breasts are so soft!” Menace said. “The pressure is squeezing down on my penis.”
“Even with this slipperiness, I can hold you as long as I want,” said Anarista. “Shall I suck on your dick, princess?”
“Please do,” said Menace.
Anarista was a pro at this. She brushed her tongue against Menace’s head, almost pushing it into her urethra. She wrapped the edges of her lips around the glans, before slowly consuming the rest of Menace’s cock. The princess was nearly balls-deep in Anarista’s mouth, with her dick gettingrun through the round and firm expanse of Anarista’s well-trained breasts. I’d never seen this look of ecstasy on Menace’s face before. Menace couldn’t keep her hands still, and began fondling her own breasts, running her slippery fingers around her nipples to further heighten her pleasure.
I saw Menace’s ass tighten from above. She had to be getting close to cumming. Anarista slowed her rubbing, politely laughing under her breath. The sounds of slippery flesh slapping against each other that filled the room echoed off the small space. It was super erotic, and to those who may have heard from outside, it sounded like they were engaging in sparring practice once more.
“About to cum?” asked Anarista.
“Yes! Yes! So much!” said Menace. “It’s coming out!”
Anarista wrapped her lips around Menace’s cock, swallowing just beyond the tip. Menace felt her balls tighten and her body tense up, followed by a loud moan as she had her first orgasm with a dick. Her gooey jizz filled up Anarista’s mouth. She kept slurping on Menace’s shaft until the princess collapsed to the room’s floor in exhaustion. Anarista opened her mouth, showing Menace’s semen dripping from her palette and spread across her tongue.
She swallowed it with a loud gulp. Menace placed her head on Anarista’s warm, oily stomach, taking in the atmosphere of the room. Menace massaged her lover’s belly, taking deep sniffs of the chamber’s smell. Her body having reached its limit, Menace’s urethra, her female one, sprayed a golden arc of urine onto the floor. It floated just above the oil and filled the room with a scent that was strong, but not altogether unpleasant.
“After training, you have to teach me more about sex,” said Menace. “I want to stay with you forever.”
“Do you want to make promises you might not be able to keep?” asked Anarista.
“I can promise, I’ll keep them. The safety of Amara depends on my own happiness, and there’s nothing happier than fulfilling my most lustful desires with you. Everything about you is beautiful. Tell me, when will you be growing in your pubic hair?” asked Menace.
“I prefer this style,” said Anarista. “Pay it no mind.”
Menace’s royal duties weren’t numbered too many at the time. She hadn’t become queen yet, but she slacked on her duties even more after that. Aside from training with Anarista, which was immediately followed by making love to Anarista, she spent the next week in a haze of sex and sweat. The only time I got to talk to her at any length was when she went to the baths to rest her tired muscles before going out to train or fuck again.
The first time she masturbated with me in a week happened when she was visiting the city outside the palace. She was supposed to be there to oversee the building of another monument, but had slipped away into an empty room to use me, since Anarista was nowhere to be found. Menace cast the spell on her legs once again, and her penis sprouted in an instant.
“Setra! Your princess demands you bring her to climax!” she said.
“It’s been so long. I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,” I said. “I can make this a quickie.”
“Suck on my cock while rubbing against my clitoris. This is an order,” said Menace. “I want to experience a simultaneous orgasm in both of my genitals. Anarista said it’s like reaching the afterlife.”
“Alright, enough about her,” I said. “Let’s get those panties off.”
A familiar territory, a familiar smell. Quite a lot like her mother’s. I’ll admit, I’ve never sucked a cock before, but I’ll support my princess every step of the way. I turned on the vibration and bent my staff so I could reach the top of her tip while my lower end buzzed about near her clitoris. Menace’s body, reacting sensitively to my touch, spurted quickly. She pulled me away and smeared her hand across her lower body, scooping up both her pussy juices and her semen.
Menace held the sparkling, creamy white mixture above her mouth. She let it drip off her palm and into her mouth. It sloshed around on her tongue, while she savored the flavor. I couldn’t tell you what it was like, but the smile Menace had on her face after she swallowed it was the happiest I’d seen her in weeks. She’d energized herself through self-love.
“The finest Amaran flavor,” she said. “Setra, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I can’t get over my love of Anarista, but I’ve been neglecting my own duties as princess and there must be some way to reconcile it. If our kingdom falls and I’m to blame.”
“You have to let her go. I haven’t trusted her intentions since I first met her,” I said. “If you want to save your skin, you have to say goodbye to her as soon as possible. By tonight.”
“I’ll do what I must,” Menace said, gripping me in her hand.
She was going to return to her original duty. Absorbing the Sadler Kingdom into our territory and continuing towards her goal of becoming queen. She knew that if she kept seeing Anarista, that would never come to pass, so she was going to say goodbye the only way she knew how. She wanted to consummate her love in one last visit. I was not to interfere, only to wait outside the window if things got dangerous.
The sands of the desert were much cooler at night, and so was Anarista’s bedroom. It was at the end of the hallway. Menace removed her panties, walking towards the bedroom with her cock freely swinging. Her body was nervous, but aroused. She had chosen her country over her first love, though she had failed to realize that the servants and slaves would be a problem of their own, their welfare abandoned in her week of sensuality.
Menace cracked open the door and just as quickly closed it.
“Anarista?” she asked.
“How unusual, for you to visit me at this time. You won’t be beautiful if you don’t get your rest, princess,” said Anarista. “I see your erection is stiff and ready.”
“I want to be inside you!” Menace said. “I have important things to attend to, but any of the suitors my father would suggest to me, none of them could make me feel the way you do, Anarista. So please, for the future of our kingdoms, let’s make a hermaphrodite heir that will usher in a new generation.”
“Your gluteus is strong. I’ve felt it when we had anal,” said Anarista. “You deserve a reward. Show me the fruits of my training. That your body is prepared for another kind of battle.”
“Gladly,” said Menace.
Anarista spread her legs into an M shape on the bed. Her pussy was dripping wet, spilling onto the sheets, and her cock was fully erect. Anarista’s anus gently twitched when Menace’s dick drew closer to her body. She was proud, seeing the princess crawling towards her. Menace’s sexual movements had grown more confident, more focused on her partner’s pleasure than her own. None of that would have been possible without Anarista’s training.
Menace presented Anarista with her blue striped panties. She opened them up, and held the spot where her pussy had been touching to Anarista’s nose. “For you,” Menace said coyly. “Three days’ worth of my sweaty pussy. It’s intoxicating.”
“Menace’s smell...” said Anarista, taking a deep breath from the center of the panties. “Why are you giving these to me?”
“I don’t know when I’ll see you again. You need something to remember your favorite student,” said Menace.
Anarista’s pussy was dripping. Menace slid one finger in, and the squelching noise that issued forth was positively erotic. She lowered her throbbing cock towards Anarista’s legs, and rubbed the length of her shaft, even her balls, in the overflowing juices coming from her lover. When her dick was coated, she pushed the glans up against Anarista’s slit. The head slowly wedged itself in before the entire length of her member was swallowed in one rapid gulp.
Menace let out a delighted squeal. The feeling of compression around her dick was comparable to Anarista’s breast massage, but the slowly moving folds of her pleats brushing up against her veins and foreskin made Menace go numb with delight. Her balls were brushing dangerously close to Anarista’s clitoris. Anarista clenched her legs and drew Menace towards her, close enough for a kiss.
“You’re squeezing my penis so tightly,” Menace said. “I wish we could be wed and rule this kingdom together!”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” said Anarista, rocking her hips back and forth. “Menace, you’re so damn good. I can feel your thick, hard cock spreading its warmth across my stomach.”
“You’ve taught me well,” Menace said.
Menace grabbed Anarista by the ass and began to thrust her hips. Her balls slapped against Anarista’s thighs. Both of their pussies filled the room with wet, sloppy sounds that overlapped with their moans. Menace leaned in, and Anarista’s dick was caught between her and Menace’s stomachs, toned from fighting in the hot sun. This was their dream time, when nothing mattered but feeling the other persons’ body and indulging in all the pleasures of the flesh.
“I think I may love you too, princess,” said Anarista.
“Then never let me go,” said Menace.
Menace kept pounding. Her thrusts became more powerful, but also more drawn out. She wanted to feel every inch of Anarista’s pussy rubbing against her cock. She had reached the upper limit of her endurance when Anarista squeezed her legs together a second time, forcing Menace to cum inside her pussy. Menace leaned her head against Anarista’s chest, letting her body spurt all the jizz and lady juices it could until she was near exhausted.
The princess’ penis began to soften. When she was half-hard, Menace pulled out and lowered her head towards Anarista’s legs, quickly pushing them apart.
“What are you doing?” asked Anarista.
“I love you,” said Menace. She waited for the first dollop of her semen to slowly leak from Anarista’s legs, dripping out like white honey. Menace extended her tongue and swallowed it immediately, rubbing her belly in satisfaction. “But I love myself more. Thanks for the lovely evening.”
The rest of the story after that, you remember. You were here when Menace came back with the Swamp Witch’s magic. Hey, Melona, are you even listening to what I’ve been saying?
“Then why’d you tell me the story?” Melona asked. “I’ve heard it from her a dozen times already, I wish she’d shut up about it.”
“There’s a very important reason,” said Menace, massaging her own breasts to draw out the tiny bit of milk inside them. “I was only able to drink a small amount of my own semen from Anarista. The rest of it remained inside her. If she truly did love me, then I think the Amaran royal bloodline may not be completely dead. There could be a descendent of mine, many generations removed, roaming the world today.”
“It’s a daydream at best,” said Melona.
This party may not be starting for a while longer. Until then, Menace and Melona will surely be engaging in much more intimate fun. Hopefully they don’t wear themselves out before Luna gets here.
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