Winter - The Battle Of Narlienne

“Your position for bargaining is highly dubious, my dear captain,” she said smoothly, the corners of her painted lips curled up in a vulpine grin as she dismounted from her black destrier. Her enameled armour glinted crimson in the morning’s winter sun, still low over the horizon.

The older knight’s blue eyes were as cold as the snow and ice on which he knelt, holding his right hand beneath his left arm in hopes of staunching the bleeding of the wound there. “You waged illegal war against the guilds of the state. You have no claim to the land beyon-gnnnh!”

Her red boot planted itself in the centre of his chest and she sent him sprawling on his back, his own silver plate crunching against the snow.

“I have claim to every land as the sovereign of this state, captain,” The Red Queen purred as she stood over him. “As well as every subject that inhabits it.” The woman drew her long sword then and held it for one of the six honour guards surrounding them to take. “Fould, tasset, and everything below them. I want him bare from the waist down,” she clipped as she began to strip her own red armour from the waist down, revealing her softly muscled stomach, the tops of her thighs and legs and, the hard, red lines of the tigress tattoo that decorated the lower left side of her body. “I’ll take him here on the field where the surviving rebels he chose to lead in this farce can all see.”

Spring - The Treaty of The Ten

“... and I suppose you think you’re the one to do it.” The young queen stood, the water of the bath streaming down between her muscular shoulders and over the muscled dimples of her lower back before caressing the heart-shaped curve of her posterior.

“I think nothing, my lady, for you have not ordered me to. Thoughts are such rebellious things, are they not? You need not another rebellion on this, your tenth jubilee.” The mercenary had a genuine smirk on his face.

“Many have made that very face when they’ve tried to test me,” she spoke, her gaze already on him as she turned and stepped out of the large bath of red and purple marble. “They’re dead now.” She began to approach him, her long legs making an easy stroll across the wet, red marble floor and leaving the great bath behind her, the light of the braziers flickering across her glistening, naked curves. The tub was big enough for ten men - and their women - and was masterfully set into the floor of the royal bath hall, stretching from one side of the room to the other.

“I killed them myself.” She stopped in front of him, her wet, dripping breasts inches from his chest. “Just as easily as I could kill you, thief.” She placed a hand on his hip and tilted her head up to look at him, her eyelids at half mast. “Grab my ass.”

Summer - The Tenth Jubilee Of Her Royal Highness

Her thick lips strained across the girth of the young Knight’s cock as she loomed over him on all fours. He could only stare as the Red Queen worked his rod with an expertise he’d never experienced before. Her mouth was hot and wet on his cock and the floor of the throne room was smooth and cool on his back. The monarch’s mewling and sucking was the only sound that filled the great hall as the royal guard simply watched in disciplined silence and it wasn’t long before the young knight announced - more stuttered, really - that he was about to climax.

“Mmhmmm… mhmmm…” was the only encouragement he got from the sovereign warrior and he soon filled her mouth with spurt after spurt of his sticky seed. A worldless exclamation of glee could be heard as she clamped down on his manhood, followed moments later by a low hum of satisfaction and when she finally removed his prick from her mouth, it was with a resounding pop.

“Now then,” she cooed, rising in her Scarlett ceremonial armour - that covered every inch of her save her face, neck and midriff - while reaching for her discarded long sword and replacing it in the scabbard at her back. “Rise, sir Knight and escort me to the balcony to address the crowd?” The Knight scrambled to oblige and the roar of her subjects could be heard below as they approached the giant terrace together.

Fall - Her Royal Majesty The Queen’s Birthday

“Unnn… yes, don’t bore me girl, harder. Harder!” It was only after few moments that the monarch released the maiden and the two gasped, the queen in ecstasy and the servant girl simply for air, so long had her mouth been crammed between the sovereign’s tan thighs.

“Mmm, I may have use for you again, my dear,” the queen purred, lazily slinging a long leg up and over the arm of her throne, exposing her wet slit as she reached a hand down to stroke herself and pressing her impressive breasts together for all to enjoy. The queen’s eyes flicked over the girl’s rather large bare breasts and enjoyed the sight of her new concubine’s hard, pink nipples as she seemed to be both aroused and intimidated.

A small smile charmed the corners of the monarch’s full, red lips. “On second thought,” she said softly, reaching behind her a producing a long, silver scepter and stroking it playfully. “Stay right where you are...” Handing the royal scepter to the girl, she added, “and… fuck me with this.”

Hello!

I've written the above prompt where I will be the GM. Essentially, you are the Red Queen, fierce warrior and the rightful heir to the realm. You are both the most feared and most desired woman on the continent.

I will be playing your royal guards, your knights, your servants and your loyal subjects.

What sort of fun would you like to have? Are you negotiating peace with rival nations or overthrowing them? How will you use your considerable intellect and physical prowess to rule, and fuck, your adoring people while protecting them from the people of hostile nations - who you will also fuck?

The character of the queen leans dominant, so being a domme or domme-leaning switch is definitely going to help you with this rp.

Obligatory “more about me”:

20 M here looking for a solid, literate, and long term rp partner.

I use pms here and am quite responsive, live on west coast of North America, (GMT-8/PST) and I usually adjust to my partner's needs/wants. I usually end up averaging 2-4 paragraphs per post once things start to really get flowing.

Kinks: cum/cumplay/multiloads, big ass/boobs, BJs(!), long hair, dirty talk(!!), outfits/armour (!!!), cum on outfits/armour, powerful women, 2 paragraph responses (this is a kink, not a requirement but if you like longer responses… swoon)

Limits: under 18, scat, vore, gore, one line responses.

Writing samples via my past prompts. Message me if interested!