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Suikoden V - In the Queen's Favor

by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

"Huh? But this is... the way to the royal bedchamber," remarked Georg, as he took note of the direction he was heading with Ferid.
"Yes indeed. Her Highness... Arshtat has already retired for the night, and we wish to discuss in private."
There was a slight notion of an earlier discussion in Georg's mind, but he dismissed it. It took a few moments to enter the narrow corridor leading to the bedchamber, and then the chamber itself. Arshtat was sitting on the side of the bed without her crown and the rest of the adornments of her official dress, with a more relaxed air about her.
"Good evening, Your Highness," said Georg out of custom, and also because it seemed that sometimes the Queen required absolute formality, in private as well, while at other times, she didn't care about it at all. This time, Arshtat nonchalantly waved a hand as to brush the title away.
"Nice to see you came, Georg."
"I didn't actually tell him much," said Ferid and received Georg's attention. "But, this has to do with that earlier discussion. Me and Arshtat were a little wild several years past, and lately, we've been longing a little back to those times..."
Arshat continued. "...when it was all so simple, and we had some cover of anonymity, especially in the beginning." She rested her hand on her husband, next to her. "These days, while we enjoy each other very much, there are certain wishes that are not easy to fulfill because of our status. There are also the keen eyes and ears of the Godwins and the Barows, especially now, after the Games."
Georg already felt a slight tensing in his body, and he was wondering what he would answer to the question that was surely coming.
"Georg," continued Ferid, "You are my most trusted man here, and Arshtat has taken a liking to you as well. We understand if you decline, but in strict confidentiality, we would like to ask you if you would like to share my wife with me, even just once."
"Right now?"
"I wouldn't mind it," said Arshtat, "but you're free to decide on your own time, of course."
Georg had always been aware of Arshtat's beauty. She certainly was an eye-pleasing sight even now, especially with what seemed her official frown removed and a cheerful smile on her features. Without the crown and the other superfluous adornments of her outfit, like the shoulder tops, her form seemed more womanly and inviting in the purple-decorated white robe.
"It would mean highly to both of us," encouraged Ferid, looking his usual relaxed and hopeful, yet strong self. "It would be confidential both ways, of course."
Georg considered the implications of the situation and whether either option could bring unfortunate results. He couldn't deny himself that he had already been getting excited during the talk.
"Well, yes," he finally replied.
"Now?" Arshtat asked, and there was a spark in her eyes.
"Why not?" said Georg with an assuring smile.
With that, Arshtat rose and spread the hems of her robe some, revealing just a little of the heavy bust which strained the fabric.
Without the crown, Arshtat was shorter than him, but Georg didn't have much time to make note of it before her lips pressed to his for a light kiss. Quite soon she was already undressing his lightly armored uniform, and making quick work of it. Georg looked to Ferid.
"Yeah, she surprises me too," he said, looking on approvingly.
Quite soon, Georg was already down to the black pants and the white undershirt of the uniform, and Arshtat rose back up, her eyes warm and sensual. "Now it's your turn," she said. "Should be easy."
Indeed, just a simple sash held the robe closed, and once it was open, it was easy to spread the robe open and uncover the Queen's beautiful naked form. Revealing her full, heavy breasts and the round, womanly curves of her body, Georg felt his passion take over him, even more so when Arshtat pressed her naked body to his, and kissed him hungrily. Then she took hold of his shirt, but before she could, he almost ripped it off himself, and soon felt her lips and hands on her chest, while he hungrily caressed her bare, smooth skin, and grabbed her breasts from underneath to feel them in his hands. They were definitely a mother's breasts, their weight and feel very pleasant in the hand, a large areola in the center of both with a succulent nipple. Her breasts soon escaped his hands, though, and he was surprised when he felt her mouth make a trail down his abdomen, followed by quick yank which removed his pants and let his half-erect tool spring into view. Just as quickly he was enjoying the uncommon sight of Falena's Queen taking a cock deep into her mouth. For Ferid, it wasn't such an unusual sight, but it still made him feel rather warm, and soon he was removing his black uniform as well.
Arshtat was excited to be mouthing Georg's piece, and could feel it between her legs. She liked the feeling of his growing hardness in her mouth, and somehow it felt very different from Ferid, although the two didn't have very much physical difference. Although Georg was a good friend of Ferid's and one of her Knights, he was in many ways distant despite his likeable personality, a half-stranger, giving raise to her excitement. She finally detached from him and noticed that she had slobbered him up pretty well, but as usual, most of the saliva had dribbled down to her chest. Her full breasts were already glistening with saliva, and more was running down her body. She had also noticed Georg taking more and more glances at her bust, and she wasn't entirely surprised when he took the initiative, withdrawing his wet slab a little. Actually, she had been waiting for it.
"Your breasts, my Queen..." he uttered.
"Ah?" she played, her mouth still sloppy from sucking Georg hard.
"You have the most fantastic set of tits in all Falena," he said, his tone changed, more relaxed. He had indeed been admiring the beautiful sight of her hanging breasts below the likewise lovely sight of her blowjob, her sexy facial features focused just on his tool slipping in and out between her full lips.
"Oh thank you," she replied, delighted, sounding a little like it was a royal approval of Georg's adoration.
His breath tensed in excitement as she rose up a little, bringing her royal bosoms up to level with Georg's fence and his hands, the soft curve of her breasts rubbing his shaft and balls. He soon grabbed her heavy orbs, fondling and feeling them, and lifting them up a little. Then he pushed Arshtat's tits together, and thrust his sloppy cock into her saliva-wettened cleavage.
Ferid, now naked and stroking his own hard member slowly, sympathized with Ferid as he started fucking Arshtat's tits with a few low growls of pleasure. Ferid knew how fantastic her tits felt wrapped around a tensed penis. The soft feel of her curves sometimes made it hard for him not to unload his balls right away, and their suppleness gave her mammaries a fantastic feel for a cock to go back and forth between. And few breasts in Falena could envelop a man's tool as fully as Arshtat's lovely boobs. After he had watched them for some time, Arshtat took her busts in her own hands, and took over the titfuck, wanking Georg's red meat between her full, heavy globes. Ferid could notice that Georg groaned more and let out strained grunts. He was visibly more excited, even in his position, and as Ferid once again watched from the side his wife give a titfuck, he was getting more excited as well, his hardness dripping a strand of precum, and even thought briefly if he should come already and start again.
However, while Ferid hesitated, Arshtat did not, eagerly stroking her strained knight with her slippery tits. "Ung... Arshtat, if you don't want me to -grah- come already, give me brief pause..." he warned, but she just moaned pleasantly. At this point, a pause might not have helped much, since Georg was quite on the edge, soon letting out a loud groan and tensing, and after a second's delay, his first thick load gushed from his cockhead and all over the Queen's face. She didn't stop, coaching more out with her tits as his balls unloaded, shooting spurt after spurt all over Arshtat. She got still more slime on her face and mouth, now downturned, and her chest was getting covered with thick ropes of sperm, flying haphazardly everywhere from between her tits, on the round orbs, her hands and beyond, and starting to pool in her cleavage and run down beside Georg's shaft.
With another groan and then heavy breaths, Georg was finished, and Arshtat had quite a finish on herself as well. Her regal visage was adorned with semen, thick strands of sperm running down the side of her nose and other cheek, over her lips and into her mouth, and down her chin. And that was just part of, most of the now heaving Georg's load had landed all over her shoulders, upper chest and of course, her bountiful bosoms. His prime seed was scattered all over her skin, thick white strands running down her upper chest and the round curve of her breasts, covering her nipples and aureolas, and the hands still holding her tits around Georg's slimy, softening piece. A lot of it had pooled in her cleavage, and when she let Georg's cock go, she also released a torrent of spooge to run down her body, joining the thinner trails that had trickled through earlier. Soon her stomach was also decorated with trails of semen, with some running into her silver pubes. Some had also spilled to the floor and Georg's feet.
"Just like old times," she mused softly, and wafted her cum-sticky hands in the air. She turned to Ferid, who looked amorous and possibly ready to come as well. "Do you want to join in?" she asked him with a seductive smile.
He was stunned for a second, still taking in the sight of his wife decorated with another man's cum. "Oh, no. I'm saving up," he said after a pause, chuckling.
"To make a mess like this of me again? How inconsiderate!" she said, looking at him with a feigned sad face, not minding the spooge on said face for the play. As he chuckled again, she turned and took Georg's sloppy meat in her mouth, licking and sucking it at least somewhat clean. Then she put her hands back on her tits to spread the cum around, getting her hands even stickier and making her skin glisten with the semen.
"Good for your skin," joked Georg, and she mmh'd in reply, licking her lips and scooping some of the spunk from her face into her mouth.
But, she was the Queen, and maybe it was time to put her Knight into serving her. Arshtat rose and saw Ferid, still looking at her with passion in his eyes and his hard meat in his hand. She went to give him a long, deep, sloppy kiss, and wrapped her arms shortly around his shoulders for a shared tender gaze, even as her sexy body was still wet with her cum coating. Then she lay on the bed near the edge and spread her legs as an invitation to Georg. "Now serve me," she said in a soft tone, emphasizing her intent by licking her hand. Georg followed, kneeling beside the bed. He grabbed her thighs and took his head closer to her beautiful vagina, smelling her aroma. A thin, trimmed silver bush was over the alluring pair of fleshy lips, with the inner lips just slightly into view between the appealing outer lips. But then, after enough admiration of the sight, Georg quickly turned his focus to her thighs, kissing their full flesh, switching sides, and slowly working his way up.
Arshtat enjoyed the prolonged wait, feeling a slight pulse of anticipation in her pussy, and called Ferid to her. He came over her to give her another kiss, then he bent over to kiss, lick and suckle her tits, while she took hold of his cock. The taste of cum was stronger on her mammaries than in the kiss, but Ferid didn't seem to mind it at all. Actually, Arshtat felt his penis throb in her hand as she got her cummy tits mouthed by her husband. Eventually, he stopped, and Arshtat guided his piece to her lips. Although the position was a little trickier than with Georg, she managed to take a decent amount of him into her mouth, making her husband enjoy at the same time as Georg finally took his tongue to her waiting pussy. His tonguejob was good, maybe a little too good even, as Arshtat noted that he seemed to be even better at it than Ferid. After a while, she noticed that she might have been a little too eager in taking Ferid into her mouth right after Georg, since she was having trouble handling him anymore with her tired tongue and jaw. Her hand on Georg's hair had been keeping him at her cleft, now she used it to urge him to rise.
"Lay down, Ferid, and Georg, I want you to watch us," she said, her eyes intent on him and her words dipped in honey. Ferid quickly maneuvered himself around the bed just next to Arshtat, looking upwards at her with loving eyes. Arshtat responded in kind, then leaned in to kiss him, her hanging full busts catching Georg's attention, and then she moved over Ferid, climbing on top of him, and carefully slid his cock inside her. When Ferid noticed she wasn't facing him, but rather, Georg, he rose up to sit, keeping his wife in his lap, and they quickly started quite a show for Georg. Ferid's cock parted Arshtat's luscious cleft again and again, getting coated with her fluids, and he groped her recently sperm-glazed body hungrily, not minding getting his hands a little sticky as he took them all over her full tits, jiggling with their movement, and her thighs, a round, curvy abdomen, and sometimes under her buttocks to help her move up and down on him, or to rock in his lap, from back to forward to side to side.
Excited by watching them, and conscious of the fact that the wetness glistening on Arshtat's lustable, full-figured body as she made love to Ferid was his jizz, Georg had already gotten up again. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn't have kept from stroking his member, and he was enflamed ever more with the suggestive glances Arshtat gave him, looking up and down his body, making an obvious stop when looking at his member, then looking back up at him. Othertimes she was leaning back to kiss Ferid or ruffle his hair, until it seemed they were both content with the show they had provided, and Arshtat moved around the bed while giving Georg her hand. She got back on the bed, where Ferid was now lying with his cock up. She got on all fours on the bed and took Ferid's slimy tool back in her mouth, while there was no mistaking about the invitation of her jiggling behind with a dripping pussy. Georg quickly got behind her and was finally able to plunge his tool into her warm cove, drawing a moan of approval from her.
Georg had nice grip of her full buttocks as he thrusted into Arshtat for both their delight, while Ferid lay on the bed relaxed, his hands behind his head and his penis in the loving care of his wife. Soon she felt Georg lean over her to grab her jiggling tits while still keeping a brisk pace in fucking her. As she stroked and caressed Ferid's ballsack and hardness, she took pleasure in Georg's rough grasp on her busts, while the pounding cock in her pussy was filling her veins with a hot, bubbly sensation that made her a little dizzy, or maybe it was the effect of the physical strain coupled with the lessened amount of air that she was able to take in.
"Ah... Georg... there's something in the dresser."
Georg had a curious flashback moment. "A bottle of oil?"
"No," Arshtat continued. "A metallic staff... you'll know when you see it."
Georg went to the dresser, and sure enough, there was thin, shiny metal sylinder. It was streamlined, but the form was still unmistakably similar to a male member. He turned to see Arshtat climbing back on Ferid, looking at him to give instructions: "Now, don't push the button--"
"Oops," responded Georg, with a film of oily substance already all over the staff and his hands.
Arshtat laughed, which prompted a chuckle from Ferid as well, then she sighed. "Well, rub that slick cock of yours even slicker with it, then come over here."
Georg did so, admiring the sight of the sexy queen with every step, waiting for him with her husband's cock in front of her reddened, happy face, her lips wet and inviting even now. The queen's full, curvaceous body was displayed perfectly in her position, her lovely tits hanging with their full gravity, her back arched and her round butt stuck up high, demanding for sex, the fluids of excitement running down from her pussy to her womanly thighs, supporting that sexy pose and moving a little in anticipation.
Georg moved to her other side while Ferid circled around her on the other, and lay down under her, suckling her tits and fondling her body as he waited for her and Georg to finish.
"Now insert it in me," she said to Georg.
"You mean..."
"Yes. You're all right with that, I hope?"
"Sure."
Huh. It must run in the family, he thought as he carefully pushed the sylinder into Arshtat's anus.
"Ooh! Cold!" she exclaimed, and shivered a little, but Georg continued. When it was well in her, she continued, "Now push the button, and slide it in and out a few times." The sylinder released its oil again, and sure enough, Arshtat's asshole was soon slick and oily.
"Now... I want the real thing," she stressed to Georg, and he was happy to oblige. The sylinder would need to be cleaned anyway, so he put it on the floor, and then rose back on the bed, maneuvering his cock at the entrance of her ass while she lay down and let Ferid fit his cock into her. Georg eased himself into Arshtat's anal passage slower, but his hardness slid in relatively easy thanks to the cylinder and the oil.
Finally, the two men were able to get to work on her at the same time. They moved slowly and carefully at first, but soon got into a better rhythm, which made Arshtat breathe even more heavily than them, and their hands were all over her supple, sweaty skin while their pelvises slapped together. Ferid's cock was in a tighter squeeze in her pussy than normal thanks to Georg's piece plowing her anus, giving her a different kind of pleasurable sensations than the ones coming from her pussy. The different sensations melded together right about at her lower back and made her legs feel weak, joined by shivers coursing through her entire body. The two men grunted and heaved with pleasure and exertion as they fucked Falena's queen, making her moan and whimper as the two cocks churned her pussy and anus.
It was surprisingly quickly that she started feeling like she was about to burst, with a very definite cocktail making her increasingly anxious, taking a kiss to Ferid and then swinging her head back up, flinging her long silver hair back up, feeling their touch all over her body first intensely, then muddled together with other sensations, urging them to fuck her, and they certainly did, until a sudden moment of cracking, when she let out a surprisingly controlled moan of release. Her pelvis grinded against the two men, who were wrapped the tight grasps of her pulsating holes, making Ferid moan with pleasure, until the full force of the orgasm suddenly hit her, and she thrashed and let out a broken wail, until suddenly, she just slumped into the embrace Ferid's strong arms. The lay there for a while, with the men sweaty and tired, but ready still to put in the last efforts that their aching tools needed.
"Ah... I... That was... wonderful. I can't take more just now," she finally said, and as Georg got off from her, she rolled over from Ferid to the bed. "I'm going to have to ask you to help yourselves, ah..."
Ferid had already started stroking himself, and at her urging, Georg took his slick piece into his hand again as well. Her pussy was wet, dripping with plenty of fluid, and looked well fucked, red and puffy. She looked at them, looking contently spent, and her afterglow giving her an amorous look.
"I can't make you wait any longer... I want you two to give me the customary finish. Make a mess out of me," she said, her voice dripping lust. The two exhausted men looked from Arshtat to each other, shared a grin, then looked back at Arshtat, and went closer to her, Ferid on his knees on the bed over her, and Georg by the side of the bed. Their aching erections had already been strained during Arshtat's orgasm, but after the slight pause, it took a little while to get back to that point. Ferid was the first to reach his breaking point, and with a profound groan, his hard shaft jetted a thick rope of cum all over Arshtat's face, even though he had been aiming at her luscious bosoms, and his wife yelped with delight and exhilaration as Ferid's thick seed splashed on her skin. The rest met their mark, however, coating Arshtat's full tits with numerous strands of seed, until the spurts weakened and the rest dribbled on her stomach, renewing the previous cum-glazing of her body. The full mounds and the rest of her chest were completely covered with cum, with many a strand running down to her sides or into her cleavage.
Before Ferid could observe the sight any further, Georg let out a harsh roar. His cock was pointing at the Queen's face, and she got another few spurts on her partially open mouth, nose and right cheek, until Georg in his fervor turned away and gave her heaving, cum-covered tits a little more extra glazing. Even that wasn't enough, however, and Georg ended up depositing the rest of his load over Arshtat's already cum-striped, post-orgasmic blissful face, until he, too, was spent. Ferid had managed to recover enough to let out a hearty laugh in response to the sex-given joy coursing in his veins, just as Arshtat carefully opened her eyes and lifted her body up a little to look at the results of her request. She was a mess indeed, doubly so compared to earlier. It felt like her whole upped body was covered with warm cum, and it seemed to be everywhere alright, with strands and splotches all over her skin, and a lot resting on or trailing down her breasts. Ferid was smiling a wide smile, and Georg was still heaving, holding his slimy and oily cock in his hand. Then her exhaustion won, her head fell back down, and she felt the cum on her face trail down her cheeks into her hair and the pillow, in addition to the sperm running down to the bedsheets. She moaned with satisfaction and exhaustion, still feeling horny and sexy.
Ferid and Georg soon lay next to her on the bed, but even when they were supposed to be resting, they were soon groping and fondling Arshtat's cum-covered body again and kissing her on her seed-splashed lips. Soon the two men were back up for more, and Arshtat proceeded to fuck them even with their previous loads still on her skin. That was just as well, since the queen ended up taking more of their spunk over her even before the rest had dried or rubbed off completely. It ended up becoming the wildest night Ferid and Arshtat had had for a long time, as her two subjects fucked her and themselves into bliss again and again, depositing their seed in and on her, until she was a slippery, spunky mess. Finally, morning came, and the threesome was exhausted and drained out of every drop of their sex juices, the royal bed and the queen a seed-soiled, sperm-starched mess. Her silver hair was matted with cum, her skin was sticky with sweat and semen, her pubes gelled together with spunk, and spooge was leaking lewdly out from her cunt and anus, fucked sore for pleasure.

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Suikoden V - In the Queen's Favor

Suikoden V - In the Queen's Favorby Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

Suikoden V - In the Queen's Favor

by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com