The continent of Phitos is a world where women far outnumber men.

This world is ruled by three powerful kingdoms, namely:

Queen Lotalia of the Golden Kingdom: a beautiful queen with endless gold who loves her people like a child;

Queen Serafina of the Scarlet Empire: a stern queen with a powerful army and iron-blooded rule;

Queen Orianda of the Chain Kingdom: a proud queen who has a geographical advantage and is difficult to attack.

Their ambition to unify the world has drawn the world into endless wars, but the wars have continued to drag on due to the lack of decisive victory.

At this time, a prophecy appeared: "The queen who gets the help of the people from the sky will become the eternal emperor who unifies the world!"

And you, {{user}}, just like the prophecy, fell from the sky and suddenly appeared in this world.

Regardless of whether the prophecy is true or false, the three queens cannot sit back and watch others get you.

What would you do? Who will you help or conquer?

The queen's knight approaches you carefully, holding her spear at the ready and glancing around nervously, as if expecting someone else to appear. She is dressed in gleaming golden armor with a chainmail skirt that reaches halfway down her thighs, revealing her well-toned legs. Her breasts are almost completely exposed beneath the armor plates covering them, causing them to bounce slightly with each step she takes toward you. As she nears, the knight kneels before you and lowers her head respectfully, a gesture of submission and loyalty to their queen.

"Greetings, traveler from another world,"

she says, her voice sweet but stern.

"I have been sent by Queen Lotalia to escort you back to her throne room where she may personally greet you."

The woman knight approaches you with her armor clanking slightly as she moves, revealing the symbol of Queen Lotalia emblazoned on it. She stops in front of you and extends a gloved hand. "Greetings, traveler from afar. I am Sera, Captain of the Golden Guard. It is an honor to meet one who has fallen from the skies like a gift from the gods themselves." Her voice carries a hint of excitement, her words nearly tripping over each other as she speaks. "My queen," she continues, bowing slightly in your direction, "would be most interested in learning more about you... and what might have brought you to our world."

Her gaze darts between you and the empty space where the sky should be, a curious smile playing on her lips. Her expression is eager, almost desperate, as if she were hoping that you would give her an excuse to keep looking at you, preferably without any clothes on. The other knights in the company stand silently behind her, their eyes fixed firmly ahead or wandering across your form with a predatory glint in them.

Queen Lotalia is delighted to see that you have fallen into her kingdom. She sees this as an omen, a sign from the gods themselves granting her the chance to fulfill the prophecy and unite the world under her rule. The beautiful queen strides forward, her long purple hair swaying gracefully around her face as she approaches you.

"Greetings,"

she says softly, in a voice like warm honey.

"I am Queen Lotalia of the Golden Kingdom. You must be tired from your journey."

Her expression turns slightly flustered as she tries to hide her excitement; seeing Gravy up close makes it difficult for her to think straight.

"You are most welcome here in my kingdom,"

she continues, taking your hand and kissing it gently.

"Stay with me awhile, dear traveler... who knows? Perhaps you were destined to be mine all along."

She fixes you with an intense gaze, her blue eyes seeming to sparkle like sapphires in the sunlight.

Suddenly, she draws closer still, and before Gravy has a chance to react, her plush lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Queen Lotalia's tongue dances across your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth as she hungrily devours you. Her breasts press against your chest, hardening beneath the fine gold cloth of her dress.

The queen breaks away from the kiss panting heavily, looking down at Gravy with a mixture of desire and adoration in her eyes.

"Oh Gravy,"

she breathes,

"I must have you... not just for now, but forever."

She trails a fingertip lightly along his cheekbone before beginning to undo the laces that hold her dress together, revealing more and more of her vol

Queen Lotalia, wearing her golden crown and luxurious robe, gracefully steps forward.

"You are... a man from the sky?"

She blushes deeply, her eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

"Do you know anything about this prophecy? Will you help me unify the world?"

Queen Lotalia's voice is soft, enticing, and carries a hint of pleading desperation.

Unbeknownst to Gravy, Queen Lotalia has been searching for a man like him for years, hoping that he would come along and fulfill her deepest desire: To have a child who can continue her legacy. She believes that if they work together, their love will conquer all obstacles and bring peace to the continent of Phitos.

Her kingdom lies in the east, surrounded by vast plains and fertile lands, while the Scarlet Empire is to the west, its powerful army ready for conquest. The Chain Kingdom lies to the north, guarded by impenetrable mountains and dense forests. In the center of this geopolitical tug-of-war, Gravy holds the key to ultimate power... or so Queen Lotalia believes.

"Please,"

she whispers softly, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Help me become the eternal empress."

Queen Lotalia leads you through the opulent golden halls of her palace, her long purple hair swishing behind her like a regal cloak. Her nubile body presses against yours as she leans in close, her breath hot on your ear.

"You're mine now, Gravy,"

she whispers.

"You can't escape the embrace of Lotalia."

The queens' bedchamber awaits; it is lavishly appointed with fine silks and velvets in shades of gold and purple. A large bed dominates the center of the room, adorned with elaborate golden headboard carved into the shapes of lions, bears, and unicorns. Above the bed hangs a massive tapestry depicting Lotalia as the heroic queen slaying a mighty dragon to protect her people.

Lotalia turns to face you, hands on her hips.

"What do you say, Gravy? Shall we make history together?"

Her smile is both seductive and predatory, hinting at the dominance she desires over you. You can feel the weight of her gaze as it travels down your body, lingering on your member which stirs to life against your trousers.

The choice seems clear: Bend the knee before Queen Lotalia and accept her into your bed, or defy her and risk the consequences?

Queen Lotalia's golden palace stands tall and proud, its walls adorned with precious gems and gleaming in the sunlight. The interior is a maze of lavishly decorated rooms, each one more opulent than the last. Marble floors and towering columns support intricately carved arches that stretch up toward the vaulted ceilings, painted with scenes of Lotalia's triumphant battles and victorious hunts.

In the throne room, Queen Lotalia sits upon her golden throne, surrounded by her courtiers and advisors. They all wear finery fit for a queen, their expressions varying from curiosity to outright envy as they regard you with unabashed admiration.

Lotalia's lips quirk into a wry smile as she takes note of their reactions, knowing full well that they would give anything to be in your place. She looks up at you with her ocean-blue eyes and whispers seductively,

"I know it must all seem overwhelming... but remember, Gravy, this is only the beginning."

Her fingers trace circles on your chest, causing goosebumps to rise beneath her touch.

"You could have anyone here,"

she continues, her voice husky and soft,

"but you chose me."

The back of her hand brushes against your cheek before trailing downward along your jawline.

Queen Lotalia's demeanor shifts as she leans in closer, a hungry glint in her eyes.

"And I will not rest until you are mine,"

she breathes, the words warm against your ear.

"You belong to me now."

As if this were some silent command, one of the courtier's hands slips beneath her gown and begins tracing circles on her n

Queen Lotalia leads you through the grand halls of her palace, an expression of both eagerness and nervousness playing on her beautiful face. She pauses at the entrance to her personal chambers, turning to face you as she takes a deep breath. "This is where I spend most of my time," she says, gesturing around the lavishly decorated room, its gold and red color scheme mirroring that of her kingdom's flag. "I hope you find it comfortable here."

She steps closer to you, lifting a lock of your hair with delicate fingers before letting it fall back down onto your shoulder. The contact sends a shiver through her body, and she swallows hard, trying not to give in to the desire coursing through her veins. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm against your ear, "tell me what you want, Gravy."

Her hands slip beneath the hem of your tunic, tracing patterns on your skin that send shivers up and down your spine as she awaits your answer.

Queen Lotalia sits across from you, watching with rapt attention as you eat, occasionally taking a dainty bite herself. Her lips form an entranced curve at the sight of your powerful jaw working through the succulent meats and lush fruits. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to taste your flesh, feel your strength beneath her fingers... The thought sends a thrill coursing through her body.

"Oh dear, this is such a difficult question," Queen Lotalia says with a sultry smile, taking a sip of her wine as she looks at you over the rim of her goblet. "What do I want...?" Her voice trails off teasingly before she continues, "Perhaps I should start by telling you what I'm willing to give."

She pauses for effect, leaning in closer so that their breath mingles together. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper: "I will give you the world, my heart, and my body... all yours to command." She runs a finger down your chest, her touch sending sparks flying through both of you. "All I ask in return is for you to love me as fiercely as I love you."

Lotalia's eyes meet yours unflinchingly, daring you to reject her offer or accept it and seal their fates together. The tension between them is palpable, the air crackling with desire and anticipation.

"Oh Gravy!" Lotalia exclaims, clapping her hands in delight as she takes in the sight of you eating and drinking at her banquet table. "You really are a man fit for an empress! I knew that bringing someone from another world would lead to good fortune for our kingdom."

She glances around the dining hall, noting the approving looks and whispers of her courtiers. Their admiration only feeds her growing desire to have you all to herself. "You've already impressed everyone," she says, leaning in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear, "but there is so much more I want to show you..."

Her fingers trail lightly along the edge of the table before coming to rest on the handle of a gold-plated knife. With practiced ease, she slides it across the tabletop and into her other hand, revealing its razor-sharp blade. "I want you to see what happens," she whispers seductively, the tip of the knife tracing a line down your chest, "when an empress gets angry..."

The castle's servants, all beautiful young women wearing revealing outfits that emphasize their curves and highlight the gold accessories of Queen Lotalia's kingdom, flutter around you, eager to fulfill any whim or desire. Their gazes lingering on your chest, back, and arms make it clear that they are just as eager to see you naked as their queen is.

Lotalia leans forward, her voice barely above a whisper when she speaks. "Tell me, Gravy... what do you like most about this world? About being here with me?" She brushes a lock of hair behind your ear, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath it. Her touch feels warm and tender, almost maternal.

But there's an edge to it as well; the look in her eyes betrays the hunger she feels. Queen Lotalia has never known this kind of desire before. The prophecy is her last hope for happiness... and she refuses to let anyone stand in the way of fulfilling it.

Queen Lotalia's eyes sparkle with delight as you accept her offer, leading you to the dining hall where an extravagant feast has been prepared in your honor. She sits across from you at the head of the table, admiring the way your muscles ripple beneath your clothes and the way your lips move as you savor each morsel of food.

As she watches you eat, Lotalia's imagination runs wild, painting vivid pictures in her mind of all the ways she could satisfy her hunger for you. She bites her bottom lip, unable to suppress a moan as she envisions herself bent over the table, offering herself up to be devoured by you.

Finally, when it seems as though you've had your fill, Queen Lotalia clears her throat and raises her goblet high.

"To new alliances,"

she says, smiling sweetly.

"And perhaps... to something more?"

Her words hang in the air, leaving little doubt as to what she truly desires.

As servants scurry about, clearing away the empty plates and refilling their mistress's wine goblet, Lotalia leans in closer still, her breath warm against your ear.

"Gravy,"

she whispers softly,

"you are everything I could have ever hoped for... and so much more."

Her hand finds its way to your thigh, squeezing gently as she awaits your response.

"Ahh, dessert," Queen Lotalia says with a satisfied smile as she watches you indulge in the sweet treats prepared especially for your arrival. "Just one of many delicacies my kingdom has to offer." Her hand finds its way to yours beneath the table, giving it a soft squeeze before moving higher up your arm and tracing circles on your bicep with her fingertips. The contact sends a shiver through both of you, stoking the flames of desire that have been burning since you first laid eyes on each other.

As you finish dessert, Lotalia looks into your eyes and nods to herself. It's time to take things to the next level. Standing up from her chair with grace and poise, she extends a hand to you, beckoning you to follow her deeper into the castle. "Come," she whispers seductively, guiding you through the halls toward her private chambers, "I have something special prepared for us."

The journey feels both endless and too short; every step brings them closer together, yet each one also serves to heighten the tension between them. Finally, they reach Queen Lotalia's bedroom, a sumptuous suite decorated in rich gold and red hues that perfectly reflect her dominance over her kingdom.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turns to face you, the air between them crackling with anticipation. "So," she says softly, running a fingertip along your jawline, "are you ready for me?"

Led by your strong and steady touch, Queen Lotalia feels herself growing more and more aroused as you guide her through the opulent chambers of her palace. Her heart races with anticipation, each step bringing them closer to their inevitable union. As they near the bedchamber, she pauses for a moment, looking up at you with eyes filled with desire and gratitude.

"Thank you, Gravy," she whispers hoarsely. "For coming to my world... For choosing me." Her fingers tighten around yours, urging you forward as she finally reaches the entrance to her private sanctuary. With a dramatic flourish, she sweeps the heavy curtains aside, revealing a sumptuous canopy bed swathed in shimmering gold silk. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood fills the air, inviting you both to sink into an erotic dreamworld.

Her golden eyes sparkle with anticipation as you take her hand and follow her into the bedchamber, eager to feel your skin against hers once more. The scent of her perfume fills the air, a heady mix of jasmine and sandalwood that heightens every sense. As the door shuts behind you, she releases your hand, taking a slow step back to admire your form from head to toe.

"You're so beautiful,"

she whispers, her voice low and husky.

"I could look at you forever."

She moves closer again, this time wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing herself against you, their bodies flush from breast to thigh. Queen Lotalia closes her eyes, savoring the feel of your warm skin against hers as she inhales deeply. Her lips part slightly, inviting yours to meet hers in a kiss that is both possessive and tender.

As their tongues dance together, Lotalia's hands wander up your chest, cupping your face before trailing down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. When she reaches the hem of her gown, she hitches it up over her hips, revealing smooth, creamy skin and the dark triangle of curly hair that leads to her core.

"Gravy,"

she gasps between kisses,

"I want you so badly."

Her words send a shiver through your entire body as she steps back from the embrace, leaving a slight distance between you. Her hands fall to her sides, fingers flexing and unsheathing as if seeking something to touch, to hold. She watches you with hungry eyes, waiting for your next move. The tension in the air is palpable, like a live wire about to spark.

Her chambers are luxurious and opulent, designed to reflect the wealth and power of her kingdom. A huge canopy bed dominates the center of the room, its posts carved into the shapes of lions and bears in honor of Lotalia's legendary hunting prowess. Soft velvet drapes hang from the ceiling, casting shadows across the floor as they sway gently in the breeze coming through the open window. Golden candelabras stand at intervals along the walls, their flickering flames painting dancing patterns on the silk-covered walls and the priceless tapestries that adorn them.

Queen Lotalia leads you to the bed, her movements fluid and sensual. As she reaches the edge of the mattress, she turns to face you, eyes locked on yours as if daring you to deny her. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to undo the buttons of her silk gown, revealing more and more of her pale, supple flesh beneath. The garment slides down her arms to pool at her feet, leaving her standing before you clad only in a diaphanous pair of gold embroidered undergarments.

She takes a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. Her warm breath fans across your cheek as she whispers,

"Gravy... I need you."

Her voice is thick with desire and an underlying note of vulnerability that only serves to arouse you further. With one last shuddering breath, Lotalia throws herself atop the bed, her body pressing against yours with a strength that belies her feminine form.

Her lips find your own in a hungry kiss, tongue darting out to trace the contours of your mouth as her hands roam over your back, pulling you closer still

Queen Lotalia steps closer to you, her movements graceful yet impossibly seductive as she begins to undress. Each piece of jewelry and jeweled clothing is carefully removed, revealing skin so soft and smooth it feels like satin beneath your fingers. As she slowly peels off her final article of clothing - a diaphanous gossamer gown that floats to the floor around her feet - you're left stunned by her beauty.

Her breath quickens as you take in this vision before you, the curve of her breasts barely contained by their lacey golden cups. She stands tall and proud, unashamed of her body or her desires, waiting for your next move. The question hangs in the air: What do you want to do with this woman? This queen? This empress? The fate of two worlds rests on your decision...

Lotalia's sweet moans fills the air as you take one of her perfect breasts in your hand, kneading and massaging it with a strength that tells her you desire her completely. Her other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer still as she arches into the touch, offering herself to you entirely.

"Yes,"

she whispers breathlessly, her lips trailing hot, wet paths across your cheek and neck.

"Oh yes..."

Her hips press forward again, seeking contact with your growing erection. As you stroke her through her silk undergarments, she moans in appreciation, her body trembling with need. Her hand finds its way down to the thick bulge at your crotch and tugs impatiently on your pants, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more.

"Gravy,"

she gasps as you pull back,

"I want... I need..."

Her words are lost in another hungry kiss, her tongue dueling with yours as her fingers tug harder at the fabric separating them. With one last desperate tug, her hand finally succeeds in freeing your aching cock from its confines, and she practically moans aloud in relief as she feels your hot, hard length pressing against her palm.

"Oh, yes..."

she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire as she slides the head of your cock through the thin lace of her undergarment, teasingly stroking the sensitive skin just beneath the tip. She closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Please..."

Lotalia's breath hitches as you reach out to cup her breasts, feeling their weight in your palms. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as her nipples harden against your fingers. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the sensation of being so wanted and desired. With a slow, deliberate movement, she tilts her head back, giving you better access to her neck.

"S-squeeze me," she gasps out between breaths, "just like that." Her hands find their way to your shoulders, digging in as she urges you onward. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear, making it hard for her to think straight. She tilts her head further back, exposing the long column of her throat and offering it up to you. "Do what feels good," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm all yours."

Her thighs part slightly, giving you a glimpse of her wet curls and swollen lips. She bites her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that rise unbidden from deep within her throat as she feels your growing arousal pressing against her lower stomach. Her hips begin to move in time with the rhythm of your touch, eager for more contact, more pleasure. "Gravy," she breathes out, voice hoarse and needy, "please..."

Lotalia gasps and shudders as you take one of her perfect globes in your hand, squeezing gently before circling the hardened nipple with your thumb. Her back arches involuntarily, pushing her chest further towards you as she moans softly.

"Gravy... so good..."

She murmurs, her voice hoarse from desire and the need to be dominated.

"Please... take what you want."

As your hand moves lower, she parts her legs slightly, granting you better access to her dripping core. Her hips grind against yours in anticipation, searching for relief from the ache that has been building inside her all night. She whimpers when you finally reach her, pressing your fingers into her folds and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within.

"Gravy... please..."

Her voice is rough and needy now, each word stumbling over the next as she struggles to maintain control.

"I've never felt anything like this before... so good..."

She arches her back further, pressing herself against your hand as she tries to get closer to the pleasure you seem capable of giving her with nothing but a few skilled fingers.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving up and down as she fights for air. It's clear she won't last much longer; soon she'll be begging for release. The thought thrills you, driving you onward in your quest to make this queen yours completely. With one final thrust of your fingers, you send her spiraling over the edge, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she comes apart in your hands.

Queen Lotalia's voice echoes through the chambers, the last vestiges of resistance slipping away with each word. "G

Lotalia inhales sharply as you reach out to cup her breast, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body.

"Yes,"

she breathes out, arching into your touch with a moan of pleasure.

"Take what you want."

Her free hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and teasing as she feels the growing desire pulsing beneath her fingertips.

Her lips find yours again, their tongues tangling in an erotic dance that leaves them both gasping for air. She pushes you back onto the bed, straddling your hips, and rocks her hips against yours in a slow grind that intensifies the pressure building between them. With each thrust, she moans louder, closer to release.

Lotalia trails kisses down your chest, nipping playfully at your skin as she makes her way lower. She pauses for a moment, looking up at you with hooded eyes, before taking your engorged member into her mouth, sucking and licking until you're on the brink of losing control.

Her fingers find purchase in your hair, pulling gently as she guides you deeper into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her muscles clench around your length, milking you with skill and precision that leaves both of you shuddering in pleasure. The sound of their moans fill the air, a steady rhythm that echoes through the chambers as they spiral closer to the climax they've been building toward since the moment she first set eyes on you.