The Queen’s Prime: A Naughty, Silly Fairy Tale - Sex Stories

The Queen’s Prime: A Naughty, Silly Fairy Tale

... against him, used her own juices to lubricate his cock, and shot his load into Clitoria’s waiting mouth.

Clitoria herself had never felt more humiliated and used. She was taking the names of each of the knights in her head and planning her revenge on them once she was queen. This would not stand. This could not be tolerated. This was not how you treated a queen.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a fresh load of come that poured into her mouth and across her face, a shot hitting her in the eye and making her groan.

One-by-one she made her way down the row of knights, with each one unloosing their load into Clitoria’s mouth. The Princess had no trouble with the taste – she had heard of some girls gagging the first time they tasted come, but she enjoyed the feel of the slick, slimy substance slipping down her throat when she swallowed. She just would have liked it a lot more if she had control over the situation.

Once she was queen, she would show these fuckers. She would make every one of them bow before her and lick every drop of pussy juice from snatch personally, one at a time. They would pay. They would be her sex slaves until the day she died. She cursed each one of them in turn.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last knight in the line had been satisfied and was dismissed and Clitoria now knelt before Sir Laysalot, her mother’s Prime. Clitoria’s face was coated with a thick layer of creamy juice.

Vaginella sauntered up to stand beside ...

... Sir Laysalot.

“Sir Knight, is the queen-to-be ready for the Priming?” she asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Sir Laysalot replied. “She has learned her lesson well.”

Sir Laysalot dropped his robe and stood nude before the kneeling Clitoria. Dutifully, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, hovering in front of Laysalot hard cock, waiting for the onslaught of semen she knew was coming.

“Arise, young Princess Clitoria,” Laysalot intoned.

Clitoria’s eyes popped open and she gazed up at the knight.

“Arise?” she stammered.

Vaginella and LXVII reached under her arms and helped her to her feet. Vaginella pulled her daughter’s face towards hers, bending it slightly forward and slowly licking off the globs of semen that clung to the younger woman’s face. She worked her tongue across Clitoria’s cheeks, her lips, her forehead, her eyes and nose. Then she made her way down her chin, across her neck, and licked the come streamers that had run down the Princess’s small chest and stomach. The queen spent a moment kissing her daughter’s breasts and flicking her tongue across her tiny nipples, before giving Clitoria a long, deep passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, the remnants of semen exchanging between their mouths.

Finally Vaginella pulled back, a single streamer of a saliva/semen mixture stretching out between their mouths before breaking and dribbling across their chins.

“Never again, Princess, will anyone treat you that way,” Vaginella said. “But you must ...