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

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

... pussy, softly spreading the lips and licking the tender pink spaces beneath. She sucked and licked as fresh waves of pleasure coursed through Clitoria, making her arch her back and gasp, her small, hard nipples pointing skyward, her auburn tresses casting down her breasts and back. Liquid gushed from between her lips as her grandmother slipped a finger, then two inside of her, reaching forward gently, as if probing for a particular spot.

A lightning bolt shot through Clitoria, a sensation so electric it could be nothing but. She groaned and fell sideways, but her grandmother held on, continuing to stroke a magic spot she had found deep inside Clitoria. The younger woman’s body shook in her very first orgasm.

Spent, exhausted, exhilarated, and still pulsating with pleasure, Clitoria looked over at her grandmother.

“I can certify you are not a virgin,” LXVII said, smiling. She leaned over and shared a long, deep, kiss with her granddaugher, then got up and poured them both glasses of wine.

“So do you know who you want your Prime to be?” she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Clitoria.

The younger woman shook her head.

“No idea. But I want my Prime to be more than a good fuck, I want him to be someone I respect, someone I trust. I can sleep with any knight I want any time, but my Prime needs to be special.”

“Have you talked to any of the knights?”

Cliltoria shook her head again. “Any time I try to talk to them, they either act nervous or ...

... start boasting about their sexual prowess, so no, not really.”

LXVII took a sip of her wine thoughtfully. “You have to decide by the day after tomorrow because you are supposed to announce your Prime at the festival and bonfire.”

“I know, I know,” Clitoria sighed.

“Well, you have at least a couple of days to think on that,” LXVII said, rising and setting her wine aside. “First we need to decide what you’re wearing to the banquet tonight…”

Clitoria reached out to her grandmother and pulled her face to her, planting a kiss on her lips.

“Can’t that wait just a little longer?”

After another romp with her grandmother and a few pieces of cockathrice jerky, Clitoria was more amenable to wearing something a little more daring. In the end, she wore a sheer lace bodysuit and a skirt that only covered the sides and back.

Her mother was pleased and the banquet was a hit, though nobody at the banquet was allowed within five feet of Clitoria except her grandmother.

LXVII brought her back to her room afterwards and helped her out of her costume. The two had eaten enough cockathrice meat that they had a quick 69 before LXVII retired to her chambers and Clitoria fell into a deep slumber.

PART II

Princess Clitoria awoke to a knocking on the door – or maybe in her head. It was possible that she had too much wine the previous night. The banquet had been fun – and the sex with her grandmother had been awesome – but having to stay several feet away from everyone else ...