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

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

... always remember, your knights are here to serve you, but you as their queen are here to serve them as well. Do not take their sacrifices lightly. Do you understand?”

Clitoria nodded.

Vaginella turned to LXVII.

“Your Former Majesty. Have you verified the Princess is not a virgin?” Vaginella asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” LXVII replied.

“Very good.”

Vaginella turned to the former queens in attendance. “If it pleases the assembly, we will retire to my chambers, to return here in one hour exactly.”

The former queens nodded.

Vaginella then took one of Clitoria’s hands, Sir Laysalot took the other, and they exited the chamber.

Clitoria found she no longer cared that she wore nothing.

When they reached the queen’s chambers, Vaginella poured them all a glass of wine.

“So this is where you teach me how a queen is to be satisfied, correct?” asked Clitoria.

“If you wish,” Laysalot said. “But if left to your own devices, I am sure you will figure out how you want to be satisfied on your own. Every woman is different.”

Vaginella took a sip of her wine.

“Or, if you wish, we can relax for an hour before we go back into the chamber,” she said. “Or we can answer any questions you may have about Primes, or being queen, or anything like that.”

“You seem pretty relaxed, all things considered,” Clitoria said.

“I am relaxed because I wasn’t sure how you would react to that ceremony. The last thing I needed was you to balk. I am ready to turn this whole ...

... queen gig over to you, Miss Soon-to-be-Vaginella LXIX. Now that’s done, I can relax. In less than two weeks I join the council and you become the new figurehead.”

Clitoria nodded and turned to Laysalot.

“And you, you give sage advice,” she said. “I had always thought of you as a conceited ass more interested in his sexual prowess than anything else.”

The Prime laughed. “I am a conceited ass, and as Prime, and am most interested in my sexual prowess. And who better than I to tell you that your sexual taste is yours to discover?”

“Well spoken. So tell me,” she said. “How do I choose a Prime. I haven’t ***********ed one yet.”

Vaginella smiled. “You still haven’t made a choice? You could pick someone at random, or you could just continue with the current Prime – though you would have to fight me for him – or you can do something unexpected.”

“Unexpected?” asked Clitoria.

“Did anyone ever tell you how your great-grandmother chose her Prime?”

“Wait, isn’t my great-grandmother the one who killed that guy with her blowjobs?”

“The same. Let me tell you the story…”

And she did. And Clitoria liked the idea, with a couple of modifications to suit her own ends.

The three of them drank the bottle of wine, started another, had a drunk, sloppy threesome. Clitoria and her mother were sharing the second load from Laysalot’s cock when a page arrived. He had been sent to summon them back to the chambers two hours late to finish the ceremony because they had lost ...