The Queen's General

[10:47 AM] The Last Queen: Take off your pants.

[10:47 AM] Lucia von Fluffstein: W-wait what.

[10:47 AM] * The Last Queen crosses her arms and glares.

[10:48 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein isn't even wearing pants, Highness!

[10:48 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein motions to her leather mini and the garters.

[10:48 AM] The Last Queen: Oh, just strip you cheeky fuck. Don't make me the get the cat-o-nine-tails

[10:50 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein bows her head obediently "At vonce, my Queen." As she slides out of her oversized overcoat, swallowing while she undid the lone strap that held the top of her uniquely designed minidress/corset combination in place.

[10:56 AM] * The Last Queen just watches, her gaze piercing and unwavering. "Fold them nicely and set them aside. You won't need them for a while." As she speaks, she sets about unbuckling her armor, sending scratched, dented pieces clattering to the floor. Soon enough, she's left in just the dirty, sweat soaked undergarments, mostly made of cotton. That too is quickly doffed, leaving her nude, save for the mud and dirt accrued during the day. Old, jagged scars dot her otherwise pale, telling a tale of several lifetimes of combat. "High General Lucia, can you tell me what duties I assigned you when I appointed you to your post?"

[11:04 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein allows herself a scan of the figure before her, fit, scarred, an admirable warrior's build, something the General had grown fond of. The Fox forgot for several moments that she was nude, her body unmarred by the rigors of combat. Clothes folded with military efficiency, boots set aside, even her garters off, she was as nude as her Queen, her figure softer, lean, yet not plush or spoiled. The voice drew her attention, like a knife at her throat, reminding her she was, regardless of her station, beholden to duty. "To oversee troops und ensure victorious battles, My Queen." Her sentence was crisp, sharp, finishing with a snappy salute.

[11:08 AM] * The Last Queen frowns. She takes a step towards Lucia, closing half the distance between them. "And to serve your Queen in all matters. I have a new task for you, General. While I appreciate the work you have done whipping my armies into shape. Even the horses seem happier. There is something else I must append to your duty list." Aila steps forward again and puts a warm, calloused hand on Lucia's hip. Looking into her bespectacled eyes for a moment, the queen sets about appraising her body, squeezing her here and there like livestock. This goes on for several minutes, no part of the fox general's body spared inspection. "You train the relief corps. Well, your queen requires relief. The stress of the campaign begins to weigh on me. Do you understand?"

[11:14 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein didn't blush, this was intimidating, yes, but not unfamiliar. She'd been in the Queen's position enough to know what a Relief inspection looked like. Admittedly, being the recipient felt better than the spectacled, silvery-blue haired beauty would like to admit, but she didn't let it show. Again, the voice, commanding, yet oddly warm... Or was that Lucia herself? Regardless, they touch, the words... She knew she'd been given a task, and she responded with crisp, clear words. "Understood, My Queen. As you vish for relief, it is my honor to grant it. How may I serve?"

[11:17 AM] * The Last Queen gives her a small smile and a peck on the cheek. "You may serve on your knees. Here." She grabs one of the pillows looted from one of the many fat, rich nobles she burned from his home and tosses it to the floor in front of Lucia. "Serve with your mouth."

[11:21 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein actually blushed from the peck, that brief touch of the Queen's lips to her cheek eliciting a fleeting, burning pink pair of perfect, elegant cheeks before the Fox was kneeling, looking upwards with the pillow cushioning her knees. "Zhank you, My Queen." She nearly babbled, leaning in the scant inches it took to bridge the gap and starting slow. Relief would come, but the lovely General had to work her Ruler up first, to make her suitable for the pleasure. Lips traced their way along outer thighs, gentle kisses, the soft 'smeck' of wetted lips to flesh and the warmth of Lucia between those powerful thighs serving as foreplay, an appetizer before the main course.

[11:30 AM] * The Last Queen reaches down and takes both of Lucia's ears in her hands, rubbing them softly to elicit yet more sweet little noises from her subordinate. "Always did like you, Lucia. I am pleased I did not execute you when we first met. You've been an excellent addition." Her voice is soft and deep. Smooth like butter. Her fingers trace patterns around the woman's ears, giving them little tugs now and then. "I've sampled some of your trainees, you know. You do superb work." Aila pats her head. Just pats it. Like she's a little girl who's done something good. Inhaling deeply, she shuffles her legs apart, fully baring her sex for Lucia's eyes. Hairless, naturally it would seem, and enticingly pink and puffy. Her Queen watches, perhaps judging her performance, perhaps just interested. She'd never tell.

[11:37 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein certainly didn't hold back the small, albeit involuntary shivers and sighs, the latter spilling warm breath across sensitive flesh. Lucia never let her eyes leave the Queen, watching her expression, the little light of joy in them as she had her soft, fluffy, sensitive ears stroked, her head patted. Perhaps to some it was patronizing, but to the General? This was the order of things. Do your job, do so with vigor, and as that hairless, puffy, pink sex, slick already from her erotic efforts was bared, Lucia moved in. Her tongue found the Queen's nethers first, expressing her gratitude for the praise with a series of long, slow licks, gently pressing against the outer lips, dipping only the faintest way in, Lucia kneeling on her pillow and dripping in un-tended arousal simply from the sight, taste, and smell of another's pleasure, her hands curling into fists on her own thighs while she obediently lapped, each progressive press of her tongue applying pressure, gradually deepening, working towards a proper, loving kiss for her Queen's slit.

[11:47 AM] * The Last Queen grabs a fistful of her hair, gripping it tightly. A shaky, weary sigh escapes her lips when that sweet tongue found her puffy pussy, pushing the lips aside and lapping at the tender flesh beneath. Aila sniffs the air and her lips curl into a smile as she catches wind of her general's own arousal. "Ooooh~" She croons. "You too? Would you like me to call for one of the hounds? I'd hate for my general to feel left out." The hand on her head opens, nails scratching her scalp. "Such a sweet girl you are." The queen murmurs, her other hand sliding up her taut stomach to cup a breast, fingers curling up the swell to tug at her nipple. "Mmmf~ Oooh! That's a good spot! R-right there!" She pushes her hips forward, smooshing herself against Lucia, giving her a mouthful of royal pussy.

[11:54 AM] * Lucia von Fluffstein had such thick hair for a woman who kept it so short, the Queen digging in until she felt the soft scalp beneath, her nails sending a moaning shiver down Lucia's spine. A moan, that, with her lips so passionately pressed to plush royal pussy, reverberated into the Queen's most wonderful slit, Lucia shaking her head slowly. A hound would distract, it would keep her from giving The Queen... Her Queen, the attention she so richly deserved. Mouth to mound, Lucia licked, kissing slow and passionate, her tongue snaking into her ruler's tunnel, sliding along the walls, drinking in the rich taste of a noble of higher station, all while Lucia nuzzled into the clit, knowing full well the process of pleasure, but using her methodical carefulness to draw out the bliss, focusing on spots when called out, those pretty gray eyes peering upwards, desperation and joy mingling, topped by a glaze of unabated lust.
[00:10 PM] * The Last Queen tightens her grip, pulling painfully on Lucia's hair in an effort to get her face in deeper, rewarding her paramour with generous amounts of her sweet juices. Her head falls back and she purrs happily, every movement of that tongue and each brush of that perfect little nose against her clit sending waves of pleasure up her tired body. Her insides open gradually for Lucia, seeming hesitant to admit her tongue to their depths. A mixture of her skill and the growing relaxtion of the queen eventually grant her passage and inside she finds a treasure trove of warm juices and little clusters of nerves to send her liege into spasms.

Aila's stomach twitches and rolls, the woman hunching over slightly against the sensations assaulting her body. Gracious, Lucia knew how to work a snatch! "Nnngh~ Keep this up and there's...t-there's a promotion in there somewhere for you, oh FUCK!" Her hand slams closed on the hair it holds, threatening to rip a whole patch of the stuff out, all because Lucia's tongue stumbled upon that mythical spot, nestled inside her.

[00:21 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein only faltered because of the white hot pain of her hair nearly being yanked out at the roots, but the end result was an pleasantly muffled 'plip...plip' of her own pussy juices staining the pillow with arousal. She'd hit the sweet spot, that holy ground that made Her Queen buck her hips and clench her fists. Certainly, the promise of a promotion was an appealing idea, but the vigor that came with her renewed efforts was entirely that of earnest love and unshakeable loyalty. That perfect nose presses, nuzzling, nudging the pleasure button of the Queen's clit constantly, keeping her curling her fingers and gripping the blueish-silver hair in a vice like grasp as Lucia drank of the nectar her Queen so graciously provided. Her tongue lapped, flat against the 'bottom' of the carnal entrance, then sliding up, switching which side she focused upon at random as trickles of that sweet honey ran down her chin, over her full, perky, stiff nipples and smooth belly. Wordlessly she worked, moaning her only sound, and even that muffled by the delectable treat feeding her deviant desires, coaxing her Queen closer to that peak of pleasure, wanting little more than to nearly drown in her honey.

[00:30 PM] * The Last Queen doesn't take long to be brought over the edge now that her weaknesses are exposed. Lucia's tender, sweetly earnest ministrations. Her eyelids flutter rapidly and a low, keening cry grows in throat, cresting with a sharp yelp as her walls spasm, dumping floods of her juices all over Lucia's face, filling her mouth and running in great rivers down her chin, throat and leaving her breasts glistening with fragrant ejaculate. Leaning heavily on her general, a particularly strong aftershock finally buckles Aila's legs and she tumbles forward, landing atop Lucia in a moaning, dripping mess, quickly breaking into laughter.
[00:36 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein supported her Queen, holding her as best as she could, and though the General had a shocking strength to her, she was drunk with lust, pinned in mere moments, coated from lips to thighs in her Queen's wondrous taste and scent, wrapping her arms around the blissfully orgasmic monarch, squeezing her, allowing even herself a few moments of musical, elegant, drunken laughter.

[00:44 PM] * The Last Queen eventually crawls down Lucia's body, pressing their chests together and resting her forehead against the general's, just staring at her for a long moment. Wordlessly, she kisses her, sliding a hand up the woman's side, fingers dragging up her cheek and fingers finally tousling in her hair, rubbing her scalp while they kiss. Her other hand travels south, pushing Lucia's legs apart and quickly finding her sex, a pair of fingers pushing inside, moving in and out of her slick passage in time with her increasingly hungry kissing.

[00:52 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein didn't bother resisting, because why bother? The powerful, warm, calloused hand of the warrior Queen found her High General's cunt perfect for slipping the twin digits inside, the slick sound of penetration mingling with the passionate moan as Lucia locked lips, a lusty kiss paired with the pumping press of a pair of perfect fingers finding her sweet spots with contemptuous ease, making her moan and writhe, her legs forced apart just enough for the Queen t finger as Lucia dug her nails into her back, their nipples grinding and pressing and making the Fox's head SPIN with lust.

[00:56 PM] * The Last Queen breaks the kiss after a moment and leans back, still fiddling with Lucia's slit. Without warning, she cracks her hand, open-palmed, across the woman's cheek in a stinging slap, timed perfectly with a grinding thumb against her clit to really mix the sensations together. Before she has time to recover, Aila slaps her again, harder this time, leaving a pulsing red welt on her other cheek. "Roll over." She commands, withdrawing the fingers from her cunt and looking down her nose at Lucia as she licks them clean.

[01:15 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein was so close... Right at her own peak... And then SLAP. Her world went white, climax cut short. A second, equally sharp SMACK followed, bruising her, the deprivation of the wonderful fingers drawing up a nigh animal need, Lucia half mad with lust for more. Roll over, the Queen ordered, and roll she did, exposing plump, juicy cheeks to the monarch, her sweet juices like a treat for the tastebuds, Lucia presenting, tail high, her hips wiggling just a little bit more than was decent.

[01:22 PM] * The Last Queen starts off by raking her nails roughly down Lucia's spine, leaving ten angry red lines clear down the length of it. Pushing the general's face into the floor, Aila raises a hand and brings it down hard on her ass, the resultant crack sounding like a gunshot. She leans in close to one fluffy ear and kisses it, whispering "I adore you." Before yanking her head back and cracking it on the hard floor. Next, she pushes Lucia's legs apart and takes a moment to wrap her hand around the base of her fluffy tail, tugging and rubbing and teasing it with her nails. Now though, it's time for the main event. Bringing a hand back, she sends it hard against Lucia's puffy lips, repeating the motion three more times before unceremoniously burying her face in the woman's ass, tongue assaulting her butthole with her trademark ferocity. Licking, sucking, even biting and tugging, the Queen is relentless in her attack on the wrinkled little hole, her hands travelling up the curve of Lucia's butt to scrape their nails slowly and continuously against her back.

[01:30 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein would have finished with that brutal rake of nails alone, but this assault? This crude combination of abusive adoration assaulting already overloaded senses? It was hardly a surprise that with the Queen's tongue crammed up her squeaky clean rectum, savaging sphincter and snatch simultaneously, slapping, squelching sickness sticking to the powerful palms, that Lucia came herself utterly stupid. Howling in pure bliss, she gushed copious quantities of foxcum, her body wracked with agony and ecstasy, locked into a constant orgasm for every moment the Queen was touching her, words failing as her High General became a heated harlot, panting and pleading with a bucking buxom body, her ass milking the molesting muscle as her pussy stained royal palms with slick, sweet lust.

[01:40 PM] * The Last Queen keeps it up, forcing Lucia through orgasm after orgasm, unrelenting until the woman is senseless, a gibbering, drooling mess with a brain barely functional. When she pulls away, the air reeks of sex and the physical evidence of it drips from her hands and Lucia's sopping cunt. Hungrily, Aila gives the foxcunt a long, slow lick, gathering juice right from the source before giving her ass another slap and forcibly rolling the woman over, letting her sit in her own puddle while the Queen slides up next to her, staring into her glazed eyes.

[01:47 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein was barely functional, a doll, pretty and messy, but so very fun to have around, cuddling the Queen as her glazed eyes fought to focus upon the divine beauty before her, stroking her cheek gingerly as the lust drunk, exhausted General mewled. "My Queen..." With the reverence one reserved for calling another their wife, their beloved. She'd never been so thoroughly, consensually used, so wonderfully pleasured...and she'd grown addicted.
[01:49 PM] * The Last Queen sees all of this in her eyes and smiles thinly, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips. "My General." She whispers the word, following it with a stroke of one of her ears. "We will go far, you and I. Will you follow me? Even into the darkest depths?"

[01:52 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein meets those lips on instinct more than conscious effort, the kiss lasting long enough for the gleam of intelligence to return to her steely eyes. Her title used like a pet name, Lucia smiled, affirming her loyalty. "I'd follow you into zhe darkest depths, vith little more zhan a smile if you asked, My Queen."

[01:55 PM] * The Last Queen bumps noses with her. "Then steel yourself. Dark times lay ahead of us. And they will not soon improve."

[01:56 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein leans into the bump, naked, unashamed... And utterly sore, in the best way. "I vould not be your High
General if I vas a quitter, My Queen. I vill MAKE zhem improve."