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

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

... kind of stank. So she might have drank a tad too much.

Then she realized she was naked. She cast about her room but found no sign of her clothes.

Yes, she definitely drank a tad too much.

She looked at the clock on the wall. 8:00. Her Priming ceremony was at noon. She still had another four hours, she could get some more rest. She closed her eyes.

The knocking came again, this time she knew for sure it was at the door and completely different from the pound between her ears.

“Who is it?” she croaked in a dry, hungover voice.

“It’s your grandmother. We need to get you ready for your Priming.”

“My Priming isn't until noon.”

“Which is why we are going to start working on that hangover now.”

“I’m not hungover.”

“You’re not hungover now in the same way you were not a virgin yesterday.”

“You took care of that,” Clitoria giggled, then went and unlocked the door, letting her grandmother in. As soon as the door closed behind her, she leapt into LXVII’s arms. “If you want to help me with my hangover you can give me more of that loving.” She showered her face with kisses, but her grandmother gently pushed her away.

“Not today child,” the older woman said. “It’s your Priming. Nobody has sex with you today except your mother and her Prime.”

“Oh poop,” Clitoria said.

“I don’t think you will find either of them lacking in sexual skills. I doubt you will go to bed tonight unsatisfied.”

“Okay, whatever,” Clitoria pouted, sitting down on the ...

... bed.

Another knock came on the door and a maid entered, carrying a steaming mug of something that smelled a little suspect.

“What’s that?” asked Clitoria.

“Just a little herbal tea that should help you perk right up,” LXVII said.

Several cups of tea later, Clitoria was able to stomach some cockathrice sausage and some pastries. The ringing in her head had subsided and she was beginning to feel more human.

“Are you sure we can’t have a quickie before the ceremony?” she asked, not for the first time since her grandmother had come in.

“No, dear,” LXVII said. “Tradition says you are not to have any sex the day of the Priming except at the Priming. You keep asking about more sex, which seems surprising from a girl who was a virgin with little interest in sex 24 hours ago. I think I have created a monster.”

“Maybe. I’m not interested in sex with anyone, just with you. I couldn’t give a darn about my mother or Sir Fucksalot…”

“You mean Sir Laysalot.”

“Yeah,” Clitoria replied with a sneer. “That’s what I said. He’s such a conceited asshole. Almost all the knights are conceited assholes. I hate having to give myself up to one of them.”

“You aren’t giving yourself to them,” LXVII corrected. “They are giving themselves to you.”

“I guess,” Clitoria mumbled and moved to look out the window. “But I still prefer sex with someone I care about than just any random person.”

“Then separate in your mind sex as a duty and sex as a pleasure. That’s how I managed to ...