Futa Black Queen public masturbation

While Prospit royalties spent a lot of their time meeting and greeting the commoners, kissing babies and being diplomatic, Derse's Black Queen was rarely if ever seen by the public, and the King even less. But there were certain times of the year the flighty broad had no choice but to interact with her people, as much as it disgusted her, and the day of the prince and princess awaking on Derse was one such occasion. With the game not slated to start for years, there was not much she could do in terms of picking her outfits, so she stuck with her usual strapless dress, black of course, and crown. Taking a breath, the queen readied herself for her first public appearance in ages, and made her way out of her castle to the courtyard.

The crowd was enormous, far more people than she even though lived on Derse clamored for a sight of the petite ruler, and the sight made her gag. For someone with such power, the people she commanded were worth next to nothing, and if she never saw any of those blank faces again it would be too soon. As she walked into the center of the courtyard, people circled in around her as if forming a makeshift fence to keep her from absconding. Scowling, she raised her hand and waved to everyone, waiting for the excited chatter to die down so she could actually speak. While the actual subject matter she needed to talk about wouldn't take long, there was a mandatory pre-speech preface that would take probably double the time her actual speech was intended to take up. Not that it mattered, since as soon as she began the preface, the wide gesturing of her arms seemed to force the buttons on her dress to pop off. In the silence of the courtyard, the sound of the them falling on the tiled ground was obvious, and even those not up close could hear the clacking.

She clutched at the ruined fabric in shock, eyes wide as her dress slipped through her fingers to the ground. The once silent crowd exploded into hushed whispers and the queen could feel herself trembling, perhaps for the first time in her life. There wasn't any point in keeping herself covered and she let her hands drop from her breasts and her crotch, and that was when the crowd really became riled up, hoots and hollers echoing in the courtyard, young children pointing, royal agents bemused. The attention was humiliating, but she refused to bow her head or turn tail; pictures of the rather hefty balls and her flaccid cock would be plastered all over the tabloids regardless of what she did anyway.

Clearing her throat, she stood stiff to keep from shaking anymore and instead tried to bring everyone's attentions to the matter at hand. The awakened players would need tending too, and more importantly this was prime time to convince them to forsake their Skaian goals and help destroy Prospit. However, even as she talked, the people whispered; some about her perky breasts but most about the shiny black appendage between her legs, and the comments couldn't help but make heat rise to her cheeks. But that wasn't the only place heat was going. The attention, the lewd comments, even the more tame comments from the confused populace made her head light and her groin twitch. Even as she tried to focus on her talk she could feel herself getting hard, which in turn earned even more murmurings from her subjects. Pausing, the carapace swallowed hard and made efforts to continue her speech in a steady voice. It seemed though, the harder she tried, the harder she became, until the whispers about the queen's massive girth became too much to bear and she could feel herself throbbing. Her hand trembled, god she just needed a few quick strokes and she could get this stupid dick of hers under control. It was starting to get painful though, pulsing and twitching and did that postal worker say they would suck it?

Her head was swimming. This was terrible. No this was wonderful. If the tabloids wanted a story she would give them one. She didn't bother to stop talking when she let her hand grip herself, keeping her breathing even as she slide her hand up and down her shiny, black cock. That definitely captivated her audience, and she took special pleasure in the looks on people's faces when she used her other hand to grab her sack, fondling herself as she quickens her stroking. As she comes to the end of her speech, she can feel herself close to the edge and of course the Queen is dignified even in her masturbation. She squeezes her balls, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel the pressure and only has to rub a few more times before she arches her back in orgasm, biting her lip so she doesn't cry out in front of the Dersites. She aims her dick upwards so she cums on her own stomach, but she doesn't expect to spurt all the way onto her breasts, and the hot spunk makes her shiver as she rides out the last few waves of pleasure.

Her requirements met and her urge sated, the Black Queen excuses herself and walks proudly back into her castle, ignoring the eruption of cheers left in her wake.