Winter - The Houses Of Healing, Sixth Circle Of The Fortress City Of Lemiria

“You may leave us,” she said smoothly to the two priestesses behind her, the corners of her full, pink lips lifting in a warm smile as she removed her silvered cloak of wolves pelts. “He is of no danger to us. Are you, general?”

The young general’s eyes flickered open at the sound of her low and soothing voice and he stirred slightly once he realized who was bent over him, stroking his dark hair. One of the sisters behind her moved to her side, her hand tightening on her battle staff.”My lady-“

“He is of no danger to us, Captain.” Her tone was firm yet comforting and the Captain acquiesced and she and her sister-in-arms nodded and turned to exit the sanctuary, the biting cold of winter somehow never entered the warmth of the temple.

“Now, dear general,” she began as she stood over him, removing her white enameled pauldrons. “You waged illegal war against the guilds of the state.” Her words fell mellifluous as she continued removing her armour, her plackart was next, exposing her lightly-muscled midriff and shoulders. “You have no claim to the land beyond your borders.” She was nude from the knees up now, her lithe body pale and soft despite her considerable strength. Her white boots, greaves, poleyns she left on as she slipped a long leg over his waist, moving to straddle the general in his bed.

“I have claim to every land that-“

“Shhhhh,” she brushed her lips over his, silencing him before he began and pressing her ample breasts against the bandages on his chest. “No, no, no,” she whispered. “I cannot have a rebellion creeping into my realm.” Her words tumbled out in a soft laugh that was at once musical and healing and she rocked her soft bottom back onto his groin, feeling the bulge that was growing there. “Allow me to heal you and perhaps you’ll understand my point of view more completely.” She turned to acknowledge the other beds in the sanctuary, letting her icy blue-eyed gaze slowly come to his. “I’ll heal all of your men as well, if you’ll allow me to,” she purred, tossing her platinum hair over one shoulder. “You’ll receive first honour while they watch, of course.”

Spring - The Council of The Five

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

“No, my lady. But it is the Spring Festival and the council would soften, I am certain. A royal welcome and celebration of their meeting perhaps?” The young priestess bit her her lip, her flaming red hair draped over her slim shoulders.

The White Queen sighed. “I gather there is a consensus among the sisters about this, then?” The queen lifted and eyebrow as she turned to face the girl. “That this ‘celebration’ should take place in the temple? We have not seen a man enter here on his own two feet before, let alone five and their squires and servants.” That was true, they usually came in flat on their backs - and remained that way for... a time - before they had enough strength to walk out.

“If you’d like to lead the sisters in this… royal welcome here in the temple...” she spoke slowly, her gaze already on her as she stepped out of the large bath of white marble. “Then I will allow it.” She began to approach the young priestess, her longs legs making an easy stroll across the white marble floor, which was veined with silver, and leaving the great bath behind her. The moonlight shone through the skylight above and lapped across her wet, naked curves. The tub was big enough for ten women- and their men - and was masterfully set into the floor of the royal bath hall, stretching from one side of the room to the other.

She stopped in front of the girl, her wet, dripping breasts inches from the youth’s more modest-sized chest. “Just make certain that expectations are firmly set before we let those men in here.” She placed a hand on the young woman’s hip and tilted her head to side, her eyelids at half mast. Now, 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 White 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 he was about to climax.

“Mmhmmm… mhmmm…” was the only encouragement he got from the sovereign paladin and he soon filled her mouth his spurt after spurt of his sticky seed. An 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 ivory ceremonial armour - that covered every inch of her save her face, neck and midriff - while reaching for her discarded war hammer and giving it a quick spin in her hand. “Rise, sir Knight and escort me to 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

“Is he here?!” It was a little after sunset and the days celebrations had turned to final preparations for the annual masquerade, a highlight of her majesty’s birthday celebrations.

“Yes, my lady. The duke accepted your invite at the last moment.” Her captain smiled, delighted to deliver her the good news. The duke of the southern lands had kept them waiting long enough. It had been a pain in the ass making last minute preparations for the royal visit but the Queen had been elated at the news of his visit, so he was moved to forgive the inconvenience.

The White Lady was resplendent in a gown of purest white that seemed to wrap around her curvaceous figure. Straps across her back and midriff exposing just the right amount of her muscled ivory skin. Diamonds decorated its length as well as the crown on top of her head. Her mask was of pure silver and evoked the image of a butterfly in flight, crafted by the finest smith in the city. The crowd had gasped when she took the floor of the ballroom, ready for the first dance of this year’s masquerade. For her escort this evening, her majesty had chosen to invite the Duke of Reynar, the realm far to the south and, as the man took the floor opposite her, the tension was palpable. Many had known of the couple’s feelings for one another; the endless peace talks and trade agreements had betrayed their lust. This was their first social interaction and the couple strode across the floor to greet each other, she in white, he in red and navy blue.

“Your majesty, you are a sight for sore eyes,” the duke began, extending a hand as the music began to play.

“Am I? The same could be said of yourself, dear Duke.” The queen answered, the corners of her silver-painted lips turning up as he welcomed her into a waltz. As they spun across the great floor of the royal ballroom, she leaned in to him. “I’m not wearing anything under this dress, you know. Perhaps you’d care to see for yourself?” The duke was no stranger to such flirtation but what she said next caught him off guard. “You can do so now, if you like.”

“Ha! My lady, you are so-“

“Right here in front of everyone would be ideal, would you not agree?”

Hello!

This is spiritual “sequel”to my Red Queen prompt (which you may choose over this one, if you like). I've written the above prompt where I will be the GM. Essentially, you are the White Queen, holy warrior and the rightful heir to the realm. You are both the most revered 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 saving them for a greater evil? 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 powers - who you will also fuck?

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