Backlit by the thin streams of molten rock weaving their way through the throne-room, sits the towering princess of the volcanic ridge. Coiling around her powerful limbs are her subjects, naga of various lengths and sizes, massaging oils into her skin, feeding her grapes the size of watermelons, and napping in curls and piles as their faint snoozing noises give her chamber a strange sense of cautious serenity. Few could mistake the sense of danger emanating from the royal maiden’s form however, for just like a pit of snakes, one wrong move and your demise will be terrifyingly swift.

The cartographically huge kingdom of the Swelling Ridge is home to a race of Naga, humanoid people with snake like lower bodies of sizes varying from three feet to thirty in the rarest of cases. They are led by a race of giants, titanic humans of great size and strength, the biggest of which can in some generations match the length of the longest of Naga. Scholars have wondered if the Naga coerced the Giants to lead in them, as something of a elaborate figurehead, but few have managed to survive the visit their kingdom to verify these claims. The lands they occupy are mostly uninhabitable by other races, with near entirely vacant deserts to their west, a disease ridden swamp to the east, and a ridge of volcanoes splitting the two, granting only a thin strip of rich farm-able land on either side of the ridge.

Their people live primarily in a conflictless isolation in recent decades, but once were on of the most fearsome warrior kingdoms on the continent. As such their skill at arms and military focused lifestyle has been adopted into almost a nationwide sport, though to mistake them for incapable of defending their borders would be foolish. The environment itself seems to fight on their behalf, terrorizing all but the most determined or prepared travelers. Should you reach their walls, you’ll find that every member of their armored forces, from common guards to elite soldiers are encased in a reddish stone and metal meshed scale armor, from their head to their tail. The unique properties of their magma forges and spellweaving make it as powerful as iron, while only faintly heavier, something their powerful serpentine or gigantic bodies can compensate for easily.

Leading their forces is their Princess, not the tallest of giants at only 17 feet tall, but bristling with muscle and a determination to take on all comers. Not from the back lines, but as part of the vanguard, hurling a massive boulder as she charges before swapping to her shield and spear, both used as bashing weapons as often as their intended function. Her power teeters on legendary, and might reach there if if was ever worth a more conquest minded kingdom to try and steal her throne.

Despite the significant difference in size between the populace, there is little disparity of resources or opportunity among the citizens of the ridge. Food, Housing, and Education for everyone are all built just as strongly into their culture as their martial or magical training. While height is commonly an indicator of status or rank, it’s is not uncommon to see nine foot pythons bowing their heads to a 4 foot constrictor as their mentor. This comes in part due to their worship of Sephiria, a rule of law, of equality, and of martial prowess, coupled with the desire to be visibly caring of others.

Not every ruler of the Ridge has subjected themselves to the Rite of Judgement, and it was a strange few weeks when the Princess first was old enough to participate. For her subjects learned quite quickly that their upcoming queen was equipped with more than just a spear. Seduction and sexuality are common among the populace, but was initially unwelcome as a trait of the nobility. In time her generosity and kindness, and her incredible prowess in combat, won over her people’s approval despite her impure bodytype.

The Princesses desires however, are something few could predict. She is a sexual volcano, erupting with fury in bed and easily agitated into physical lust with little provocation. The calm, passive and non-stimulating aura of her royal meeting chambers was designed expressly to combat these urges. Combined with a constant effort to be distracted with work on financial matters or training, she and her servants try often to keep her either unaroused, or fully relieved when it cannot be helped.
The queen of the floating forests however, was far keener than most in discovering this little secret. The Princess now bowing to her call when the mood strikes the comparatively diminutive queen, at only 5’7”. However, her third leg is not the object of the queens desire, allowing the princess free reign to use her more masculine traits to her heart's content, and instead restricting completely the feminine parts to her exclusive control. The wood elf ruler often giggles as the princess struggles in vain, her bulge beneath her loincloth sticking out nearly as far as the elf is tall, untouched by her hands as the lesbian queen focus on the object of her desires.

This hidden affair is unsuccessfully kept secret from the Princesses Suitor, Nefertari. The princess of the kingdom on the opposite side of the western deserts, where rivers flow through the sands. Her foresight abilities revealed to her plain as day the lewd attraction between the giant princess and the elven queen. But as much as she could easily use this to blackmail the two of them, instead Nefertari proposed marriage to the conflicted princess. She loves watching the two of her playthings squirm, covertly playing the elven queen into the perfect situations to grope, toy and have her way with the lust consumed futa.

And so the princess sits, physically relaxed but mentally unrested, on her throne. Her naga servants politely ignoring but aware of her growing problem. A few minutes more and she’ll once again retire to her bed chambers for a while, officially to ponder the trade proposal from Nefertari of rare food stuffs from far off lands in return for a supply of Heatstone for them to make a temple with. The handmaids know better, and begin to gather their instruments to play music and fill the halls with sound, in hopes to drown out their princess’s echoing voice. A volcano can only lay dormant so long, and the eruption is always loud.