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

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

... “You got me there.”

And so it came to pass that shortly before 4:00 the three of them – well fucked, well bathed, and wearing stained garments - mounted a stage set up beside a massive pile of wood that looked like it would burn for a week. In fact, the bonfire would be kept burning until the actual coronation eleven days later.

The queen was handed a torch by the mayor of the village and she passed it to LXVII, who passed it to Clitoria, who tossed it onto the pyre. She didn’t know what they had soaked the wood with, but it went up instantly in a roaring flame that shot almost thirty feet in the air.

The assembled crowd roared their approval.

The queen approached the edge of the dais and spoke to the crowd.

“My citizens, today is the day our soon-to-be-queen, Princess Clitoria, announces who her new Prime will be. For this ceremony, I would like to ask the twelve knights who are not currently Prime to join us on the stage.” She gestured for the knights, who were standing in full armor at attention at the foot of the dais to join them, and they climbed up and stood in a row. Sir Laysalot remained at the foot of the dais, but smiled up at them.

“Thank you, sirs. Now, I believe the Princess has a question she would like to ask each of you.”

Clitoria, who was now sweating profusely from the heat of the bonfire just a few feet behind her, rose. She unbuckled the belt on her robe and tossed it to the floor of the stage, and now stood before the knights and the ...

... crowd wearing only an assortment of the jewelry that her mother had worn to her Priming the day before. She approached the knights.

“Sir Knights, I have a question for you, and I will ask each of you to answer in turn. The question is this:

“When I am queen, I shall give my Prime an allotment of 500 gold a month to execute a program of his design and implementation to improve the circumstances of the queendom. If you were to be made Prime what would be your program?

“Now,” she continued. “I know I am dropping this on you all of a sudden, so I will give you five minutes to think about it.”

She returned to her seat and sat down between her mother and grandmother. There was a long and uncomfortable pause as the crowd processed what she had just said, and the knights tried to sort out exactly what was being asked. A couple of them raised their hands with questions which Clitoria answered.

Clitoria stood up at the end of five minutes and stood before the knights.

“Now, good knights, there is one thing I forgot to mention. Before you each answer my question, you must disrobe.”

A stir ran through the knights.

“Your Majesty, begging your pardon,” one night said. “But did you say disrobe? As in get naked?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. You had no problem with getting naked yesterday and shooting your load in my face. Why the hesitation now?”

The knight bowed gracefully and began to pull off his armor. From below in front of the stage, Clitoria could hear the ...