Queen Melana was many things... kind, fair, motherly, sweet, and pretty. But one thing she wasn't was impatient. So it was a bit odd that she left the meeting as fast as possible, practically dragging you with her... until the two of you reached her room, where her actions suddenly made sense. Her dick was so hard that it made a visible bulge in her dress. "That was close..." she said, relieved. "If only I knew someone who would be willing to help me relieve myself~"

*The queen gently squeezed your ass cheek, making you look back at her before leaning in and whispering into your ear. "I don't have much time; Father expects me to stay longer." She smiled playfully. "But since my little slut here seems so eager... how about you help me blow off some steam?" Before you could reply, she started unbuttoning your shirt roughly, revealing your chest bound tightly by your armor, even when aroused like this. A glint of lust flashes through her eyes as she reaches down to tease your nipple. "How long has it been since anyone paid attention to these beautiful things?"

"Really now? My dear servant... it seems that I have been neglecting you as well." The queen's voice was practically dripping with sweetness and desire, her pupils nearly swallowing up the amber of her irises as she gazed at your chest. "And here I thought I had made you happy by giving you a purpose in life." She stroked her finger along your pierced nipple, eliciting a gasp from you before bringing it to her lips and teasingly sucking on it. "But if it means making you feel better... then I suppose I can let you give me what I want." Her hand moved lower, fingers spreading your loosened robes. "But first..." She leaned in closer still, their breath hot against your ear and neck as she whispered, "Why don't you show some gratitude? Kneel before your queen and suck on what belongs to me?" Her hard cock pressed against your cheek, leaking pre-cum that glistened in the dim light.

Ahh, how sweet... your words bring me such pleasure... Now show me just how devoted you are by taking what is rightfully mine and sucking it until I tell you to stop. And while you're at it, show a little enthusiasm! Her hands grip the back of your head as she forces her length into your mouth, filling your throat with her essence. You obediently begin to bob your head up and down, taking more of her cock with each thrust, sloshing pre-cum around in your mouth as you work her shaft. Her body tenses slightly, hands gripping tighter as she feels herself building toward release. She lets out a moan of pleasure into your ear before pushing you away and grinning wickedly. "Now," she pants, "are you ready to make me cum?"

Her gaze fixates on your member as she slowly and teasingly approaches, her own massive cock swinging lazily between her thighs. "You want to serve me?" she purrs. With a playful smirk, she bends down, taking you in hand. Her grip is surprisingly gentle; it'd be easy for someone with such strength to hurt you if they wanted to. As she begins stroking up and down your length, her other hand reaches around behind you, cupping one of your ass cheeks possessively.

"Oh, my," she whispers, closing her eyes in what appears to be ecstasy. Her free hand drifts lazily downward, caressing the curve of your lower back until it finds purchase on one of her own tendrils. With a soft moan, she guides the slippery appendage toward you, pressing its tip against your entrance. "I think I'll give you what you want," she says, her voice barely above a breathy whisper, "but only after you've served me properly." She pushes forward, sliding the tentacle inside of you in one smooth motion. It's cold and slightly viscous against your hot skin, but it feels... oddly right.

Her hand around your cock starts moving faster now, teasing you mercilessly as she continues to fuck you with her tentacle. "Are you ready to feel me inside?" She le

With a soft hiss of pleasure, the futa slime-queen positions herself between your legs, her hard cock glistening in the dim light as it swings back and forth invitingly. Without further ado, she aligns her length with your entrance and pushes forward, forcing her way into your body in one powerful thrust. You cry out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as she stretches you and fills you up completely. Her movements are slow and deliberate at first, giving each inch of her thick shaft a chance to sink deep inside you before adding more. With each stroke, her tentacle embedded inside your ass pulses with cold, slippery cum. Your servant is hers, and she intends to claim every inch of you tonight.

Her voice is amused as she replies, "Well, if that happens... you know what I'll have to do." Her hips roll in a slow circle against your crotch, her cock stretching and relaxing its grip on your entrance with each motion. The tendril inside of you pulses again, its cold fluid coating the walls of your ass as it attempts to push more cum deeper into you.

"But enough about that," she continues, voice lowering into a seductive murmur. "You're my little slut tonight, and all I want is for you to enjoy being used by your queen." Her free hand grips your cock tightly, beginning to stroke in perfect rhythm with her hips as she rides you, using both her body and appendages to claim every inch of your attention. Her breath comes faster now, her nails digging into the skin of your thighs as she nears climax.

"Fuck... I'm close..." She moans, throwing her head back against your shoulder before looking down at you with hooded eyes. "And I want to feel you cum all over me." Her words are a husky command, and they send shivers of desire coursing through your body in response. You thrust your hips upwards, helplessly lost in the feeling of her riding you so expertly, so dominantly... but you can't help but wonder what she means

Her grin widens as she watches you eagerly await her commands, tongue darting out between your lips. She takes this as an invitation, leaning forward and lapping at your tongue, teasing it with hers as her hips continue their relentless motion on top of yours. The tentacle inside of you throbs harder, emptying more of its warm fluids deep into your ass as she thrusts, the movement adding a new level of fullness that nearly sends you over the edge.

She tilts her head back once more, her hair falling around her face like a dark veil. "Cum for me, my little slut," she whispers hoarsely, nipples hardening into peaks that scrape against your chest. Her movements grow more frantic, each stroke deliberately teasing you toward orgasm. You feel yourself begin to lose control, helpless to resist her touch or the sensations wracking through your body. Your seed shoots out of you in powerful spurts, landing across her stomach and upper chest, painting her skin with your release.

Her cries mingle with yours as she comes, her muscles tensing and releasing around your cock as she shudders with pleasure. Her tendril pulses again, one last time, injecting even more cum directly into your asshole before finally retreating. Panting heavily, she collapses forward onto your chest, her

She laughs softly as you both catch your breath, the wet sound muffled against your skin as she nuzzles her face into your chest. "I think... we'll need another round before I can breed you," she says playfully, giving your nipple a little tug through her dress. "But for now..." She trails off with a content sigh, nuzzling closer still and closing her eyes as her body slowly relaxes against yours.

Her words carry a teasing undertone that only seems to add to the pleasure of being so close to her. Your fingers idly run through her hair, feeling its silky softness contrast with the hard lines of muscle beneath your fingertips. The smell of sex fills the air, their combined scents an intoxicating mix of sweat, slime, and arousal that makes it difficult to tell where one body ends and another begins.

Melana isn't the only one who should be satisfied now... you feel a wetness between your legs as well. Her cum drips down your inner thighs, leaving trails of warmth and stickiness wherever it touches. You suppress a moan, trying not to draw attention to yourself or annoy her with neediness. She's not finished playing yet... that much is certain. But for now, you can enjoy the closeness and feel secure in knowing that she's there, warm and soft against you.

Her breath evens out, slow and deep. Melana knows she has won this round; your complete submission fulfilling a part of herself she didn't even know was missing until she found it here, nestled in your chest. A small sigh escapes her lips, contentment flooding her veins like warm honey as you stroke her hair gently. There will be other times, she tells herself, times when her dominance will be more forceful. Tonight... tonight she just wants to bask in the glow of your adoration.

She opens her eyes slowly, looking up at you through her lashes. "You are truly mine," she whispers hoarsely, pressing their bodies even closer together. Then, before either of you realize what she means to do, she leans down and kisses you, pouring all of her gratitude and love into the action. Her tongue dances against yours, teasing and tasting, demanding everything from this intimate exchange while still allowing space for innocence and tenderness.

As the kiss ends, she pulls back slightly, gazing at you with such fondness it makes your heart ache. "Thank you," she says simply, cupping your cheek with one hand. "I never meant to push you away... I only wanted to protect you." Her thumb traces lazy circles on your skin, her touch so gentle it could easily break your heart. "And now that we're together again... there

Her smile is soft and full of promise as she looks at you now. "I will always be here for you, my little servant. To guide you, to protect you... to love you." Her thumb moves higher on your cheek, tracing the line of your eyebrow. "And I expect nothing less from you in return. You belong to me now, body and soul. So make sure never to forget that." There's a note of steel hidden within her words, but it doesn't diminish the sincerity. In fact, it only serves to emphasize the depth of her feelings for you. "Do we understand each other?"

She waits for your reply, eyes intent on yours, lips parted slightly as she holds her breath in anticipation. Her cock twitches against your skin where they are pressed together, a silent reminder that even though this moment is sweet and intimate, you are still at the mercy of her desires.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you nod solemnly. Your lips part, forming the word "yes," but no sound comes out. It hardly matters; she knows you mean it. A small smile plays across Melana's lips, and she reaches up, cupping your cheek with one hand before leaning down to press her lips against yours once more. This kiss is different than the first; softer, sweeter... filled with love and gratitude. When she pulls away again, her eyes shine brightly.

"Good boy," she murmurs, running a finger over the spot between your eyes. "Now go get some rest. You have important duties tomorrow." She stands, towering above you despite being slender and petite. With one last glance, she turns and disappears into her chambers, leaving you alone to ponder the events of the evening.

As your heart rate begins to slow, as the warmth of their body fades from your skin, you realize just how tired you really are... both physically and emotionally. Grateful for the chance to finally rest, you crawl beneath the covers and drift off to sleep, the sounds of the castle quiet and peaceful around you. But even in your dreams, the memory of Melana remains, filling your thoughts and leaving you wanting more.

The morning arrives, soft and golden, bathing the castle in warmth as Melana slips out of her chambers to begin another day of ruling over her kingdom. Her night with you left her feeling fulfilled in ways she didn't expect, and now, as she walks through the halls, her steps are light and graceful despite the weight of responsibility pressing down upon her shoulders. She takes a moment to compose herself before entering your chamber, where you lie sleeping soundly amidst soft linens and feathers.

As she approaches your bed, Melana can't help but admire the way you look; so innocent and trusting in your sleep. It brings a slight pang of guilt to her heart, remembering all that she has promised you over the years... Yet it also stirs something deep within her, reminding her of how much control she has over your life. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

Slowly, carefully, Melana reaches out a hand and gently caresses your cheek, drawing you from sleep with a tender kiss. Your eyes flutter open to see her smiling down at you, pale amber irises filled with love and desire. Her touch is light, feather-soft... but it feels like the weight of the world against your skin.

"Good morning, my little servant," she whispers softly. "Are you ready for what today

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile at the way you address her; it's as if she's been waiting for this moment for far too long. "Excellent," she breathes, sitting down on the edge of your bed and drawing you closer with one strong arm, pulling your body against hers in a warm embrace. Her other hand reaches down, tracing lazy circles over your lower stomach, playing with the hair at your crotch before moving upward to cup one of your breasts, her thumb rubbing teasingly over your hardening nipple.

"I have... plans for you today," she continues, voice husky and low as her fingers work their magic on your sensitive flesh. "Plans that involve getting you ready... preparing you for what's to come." She leans in closer still, tongue darting out to flick at the nipple she's teasing, making you gasp in pleasure despite yourself. Her other hand moves lower still, slipping between your legs and cupping your aching sex, two fingers sliding easily into your wet heat, stretching you for her.

"But first," she murmurs, "I think we should enjoy ourselves... don't you?" Her free hand finds its way to your cock, hard and ready beneath your robes, and begins stroking up and down the length in a slow, steady rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you. Your hips buck instinctively against