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

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

... having Laysalot jacked up with cockathrice hormones was a good thing was that tomorrow was her daughter’s Priming. Princess Clitoria had turned eighteen just seventeen days ago. Tomorrow was the eighteenth day after her eighteenth birthday. That meant she was to be Primed, in preparation for her ascendance to the throne as Queen Vaginella LXIX one month after her eighteenth birthday.

Priming meant that the current queen and her Prime, Sir Laysalot, would show the Princess how a queen was to be properly satisfied. There was a celebratory banquet tonight – to include lots of cockathrice meat - then a ceremony and the Priming tomorrow, and a festival and bonfire the day after. After the banquet the queen was not allowed to have sex until the Priming tomorrow, so she hoped Laysalot would hurry up here with a couple of his knights ASAP because time was running short and she had been munching cockathrice jerky all afternoon – so she badly needed a little of that Cocks-her-thrice action.

Vaginella gave a quick look in the mirror. She was 37 and her hips were still slim and trim. Her chest was larger than it had been when she was younger, but otherwise she managed to hold onto her youthful body shape pretty well, as most of the queens in the Vaginella line had done. She looked extremely desirable in a thin, almost transparent robe with nothing underneath.

She stepped out onto her balcony as the procession rode by. She waved to them as they passed, being sure the passing ...

... knights got a full view of her nude body underneath her thin robe. She was feeling particularly frisky knowing that tomorrow was Clitoria’s Priming.

The knights saluted as they passed, and the queen knew that most of them were saluting inside their codpieces as well. All that cockathrice blood.

She counted seven wagons following the knights, each with a half-dozen cockathrice bodies on them. A good take, hopefully enough to keep the flocks of those horny little freaks under control for another month. When they got too numerous they started fucking pretty much anything that moved, including livestock, domestic dogs, farmers in their fields – pretty much anything. Out of control cockathrices did not lead to a happy queendom.

She sighed returning her mind to the banquet tonight. In a couple of weeks, Princess Clitoria would become Queen Vaginella LXIX, an auspicious number to be sure, but the child was woefully disinterested in all things queenly. She had been a good student in her studies, which was good, but she showed little interest in attending state functions, and the queen was worried she might still be a virgin. That wouldn’t do.

It was Clitoria’s grandmother’s job to check the night before the Priming to make sure she was not a virgin – and to fix that if it was the case.

To have a queen that was barely removed from virginity at the time of her Priming was unheard of. The Priming was usually a fun, dirty, sex lesson – but it was expected the student had done ...