“Speak,” Elana lazily pointed a finger at one of the Counts. She didn’t mind presiding over the Queen’s court while Moira snoozed next to her. Her wife was tired after another night of endless exploration of depravity.
It had been a month since Elana had forcefully taken over the Kingdom and there had been a few attempts at overthrowing her – which all had ended in a bloodshed. There was also the issue of her publicly killing the neighbouring Kingdom’s prince, but they were hesitant to declare war against a nation run by an actual Saintess and the Knight.
The Count gulped, stepping up. “Um…” He swallowed again, clearly unsure of how to address the situation.
“Oh, don’t mind her,” Elana spread her legs a bit wider, letting Catarina bury her nose deeper between her folds. She quite enjoyed the attention her second wife gave her. “She spends most of the day there.”
“N-no, that’s not quite…” The Count glanced to the side and retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the cold sweat running down his face. “It’s…”
“Is it because of the poor Duke?” Elana hummed, guessing again. Her eyes travelled to the gagged man who was slowly sliding down on a spike inserted in his anus. He struggled to hold himself up by grabbing the chain above his head she had benevolently left there. She quite liked to watch people struggle to keep themselves alive before their inevitable demise. “He made the mistake of looking at my wife with lecherous eyes.”
“N-not that… Not that either,” The count’s fingers clenched the scroll he held in his hand. “It’s-”
“Ah, I see! It’s about her!” Elana clapped, finally looking at the girl hanging from the ceiling next to the throne.
Mary had been quite lucky today. Elana had allowed her sister out of her room to see the world. Usually, Mary was chained next to Elana’s bed, serving various purposes, but one of them was more important than the others.
Elana hadn’t even used chains, settling for ropes to tie up her sister in a very exposing pose – her naked body showing all its glory for everyone to see.
Mary gently swung from side to side, her legs wide, hands in the air and the abused vagina dripping in a cup beneath her. Her mouth was open, droll rolling down her chin and dripping on her constantly hard nipples and then running further down her tummy.
“Don’t worry about her. I sort of ruined her.” Elana shrugged.
After the first night together, Moira had fixed Mary. But it turned out her sister’s mind had suffered a lot and her wife wasn’t sure she could fix that issue.
Not that Elana minded. She quite enjoyed the mindless flesh fountain she could abuse as she wished. Granted, it could get a bit boring when Mary stopped responding. But that rarely happened. Her sister’s love still burned brightly for Elana. She still could make Mary cry splendidly.
The Count trembled like a leaf. “I-isn’t that your sister, your Majesty?”
Elana smiled. “Indeed.” She lazily reached out for the cup under Mary, where her sister’s dripping sap had filled it. Her slender fingers didn’t miss the chance to slide through her sister’s labia, poking inside the constantly burning vagina. Her sister was now always horni. Partly because Mary had also been forced to become addicted to her own juice and partly because Moira thought it was funny to transform the girl in this way.
“…”
“Don’t you also have a sister?” Elana recalled the count’s family.
The gentle snoozing beside Elana came to a sudden stop. Moira yawned and wrapped her arm around her wife’s shoulder, leaning on it. “Where are we?” She mumbled, still too tired.
“In the throne room. The dear count was just about to reveal why he was wasting our time.” Elana patted her wife’s breast.
Moira opened her eyes and looked at the poor man. “…probably the answer from the church…” She began dozing off again.
“Why didn’t they send a Bishop or something?” Elana tried to recall which weekday it was. Her wife was right after she thought for a bit. It was about the time for the church to respond.
“Uh, I am… I am a Bishop,” the Count was about to cry.
“Oh!” Elana nodded, her eyes now resting on the scroll in the man’s hands. “Their answer?”
The count actually did shed a tear. “A complete abolishment of all restrictions on love.” He gulped.
“Finally!” Elana put the cup to her lips and slowly inhaled, enjoying the musky aroma of her sister. “Do you want some?” She offered to Moira, who grumbled in return.
“I don’t want that drug. You are completely addicted.”
“Well, yes.” There was no denying it. Elana kept Mary around for a reason. “That’s why I ordered that tattoo on her thigh.” She pointed at her sister’s leg where ‘Elana’s Fountain’ was engraved.
“Tacky.” Moira closed her eyes. “Ah!” She then opened them. “Right. What about the other change?” She looked at the count.
The man walked closer to them, trying to not look at any of the nakedness in front of him. He held his head low and passed the scroll to the Queen.
“Hmm…” Elana unscrolled the thing. She looked at the hastily scribbled lines and felt the heat in her depts burn hotter. “Moira!” She bumped her shoulder against her wife who rested on it. “We are taking a tour!” She could not wait.
“Yes!” The Saintess was suddenly very awake.
“A tour around the kingdom. From this day on,” Elana dropped the scroll with the new law written on it. “We can fuck any and all girls we wish. Our word is now the law!” She suddenly was very aware of Catarina’s tongue deep inside her pussy. “Ah…”
Elana’s body twitched. Her mind imagined all the debauchery she and her wives would do. She imagined the mothers and daughters and everyone else they would fuck. Nothing was stopping them now!
“AH!” Elana shook, her orgasm arriving suddenly and she filled Catarina’s mouth with a royal sweetness. She felt Moira’s hand on her cheek and the next moment, her lips were sealed. This was a sign of another orgy starting.
Elana let herself be enveloped by the breasts and limbs as both of her wives hugged her and pushed her down.
It was truly the best thing to be the Queen.
