Chapter 445: Her Situation
Laz thought she would move but she didn’t, instead she laid there like a dead thing, her body limp and her breaths shallow. Laz had figured she would want to move considering the words he heard in his head, but her actions didn’t seem to follow along with those thoughts.
’So... what now?’ Laz thought to himself, not moving.
The Elf Queen was the one that made the choice for him as she turned over and wrapped her arms around his neck while sitting up slightly. Laz couldn’t help but appreciate how weightless she was despite the fact that she was taller than him.
’What’s she doing?’
The answer came quickly as the golden haired beauty started rubbing her ass on Laz’s crotch through his pants.
While doing so, with a flexibility which was mind blowing, the queen drew one leg over Laz’s head, briefly showing Laz the thin strip of fabric that covered her most sensitive parts.
’A white thong?’
Laz had the feeling that it was something along those lines from spanking her, but having seen it for himself, he was amazed at just how daring this queen was.
’I mean... she has subjects, right? For her to wear this along with this dress... I’m not complaining but come one... she’s a queen! Right?’
Perhaps Laz was partially biased since he knew what royalty was like on his planet. ’Prim and Proper’ were the usual words to describe them. As such, seeing this queen with skin tight clothing and wearing a thong, Laz couldn’t help but wonder how her subjects resisted her temptation?
’Or maybe that’s something she enjoys doing?’
Laz wasn’t a kink-shamer and if teasing the hell out of her own subjects was something she liked, so be it.
Of course these thoughts could only take place because Laz hadn’t yet realized just how scared of her people were, to such an extent that they wouldn’t even dream of looking at her, mask or no mask.
With both legs wrapped around Laz’s waist, the queen turned her rubbing into a grinding which quickly produced a reaction in Laz.
"Do you know how hard it is to be the queen?" She whispered into Laz’s ear while laying her head on his shoulder.
It’s worth noting that due to the height difference, the Queen was still quite a bit taller than Laz. But she didn’t let that bother her or stop her from doing what she wanted.
"Every day I have to make decisions, listen to complaints, deal with everyone’s constant trickery, deceit and betrayal. They call me queen, but really I am just the one who has to work the most. Ever since we ended up here when I was a child, I have never been given the chance to be free."
While she was speaking to Laz, she was also not speaking to Laz. It seemed like she was venting thousands of years of frustration to Laz just because he was the one who happened to be here.
And to make matters worse, the entire time she did this, she was grinding her bubbly butt right on his raging member. While the jeans weren’t exactly hard, they were still a stiff fabric and with his long shaft stuck down a pant leg, it was slightly more painful than anything pleasurable.
Despite this, Laz didn’t say anything and kept an even look on his face, not reacting to what she was saying even though he was listening intently. Laz’s hope was that there was something in what she was going to say that might help lead to a way out of here. After all, if anyone knew the secrets of this place, it would be her.
"So why can’t I do as I please? I’ve been the queen from the moment my mother passed. And even now... I have only one daughter to speak of. She is a good girl but being raised in this place has given her little in terms of growth. She has narrow vision and the temper to match it. While I have many years left, I feel like my spirit grinding down will kill me long before I would normally die."
She wasn’t even whispering in Laz’s ear anymore. Instead, her complaints about her situation had led her to sit up straight, jutting her massive melons right into Laz’s face. No longer a teen with raging hormones, Laz took the passive stance of a monk and didn’t engage despite the temptation literally hitting him in the face.
The fabric of the ’dress’ felt soft like silk and just as thin. Several times Laz felt her nipples through the thin strips of fabric getting harder and harder the more she rubbed.
"And what is even worse is that the father of my child was one from the gathered, chosen before my birth to be my able assistant and lover. But thanks to those same fuckers, he ended up dying after I had gotten pregnant. Thanks to the rules of our culture, something the queen is unable to change without the consent of the leader of the gathered, with his death I am no longer allowed to be with men. And if something happens to my daughter, then our line ends with me. This entire thing was nothing more than their plotting to replace the queen on the throne so I live every day wondering if my daughter will live to see tomorrow. DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT MAKES A MOTHER FEEL? Only slightly worse than not getting laid in hundreds of years. Well. maybe more than slightly, but that’s because they know that if they do it and screw up even in the slightest, I will massacre them all."
’Great. Politics. Perfect. That means that there is another faction here. So maybe this queen isn’t even able to give me what I want. If not, then I will have to somehow connect with these gathered... And just what are the gathered in the first place? Way more questions than answers. As usual."
"But now... now you’re here. And thanks to our own laws, you’re not considered a man since you aren’t from our blood. You know what that means right?"
For the first time since she started her monologue, the queen looked down at Laz, seeing his stare at nothingness.
Her feelings were slightly hurt by this since it seemed like he wasn’t being charmed by her actions. While her experience with men only included the one who had been her husband, she had seen enough with her own eyes on her people to know how they acted when wanting to seduce the opposite sex. In an effort to keep herself from going made with loneliness, she had even started acting provocatively to at least allow her to feel like men wanted her. Sadly her actions had only led to them being afraid to face her, but at those rare times they did glance at her, she would see the fire in their eyes while noticing them standing differently to hide the tent in their pants.
Confused, the queen moved her ass backwards and was shocked to not find a tent in Laz’s pants.
’But... I felt something really hard there when I was on top...’
Confused, the busty milf put her hand on Laz’s lap, only to find that she was both right and wrong at the same time.
There was no tent in it... but there was a monster laying prone, stiff and ready to strike.
She couldn’t help but trace it’s outline in Laz’s pants until she found the tip of it, just short of his knee.
"Impossible..." She said, with a look of shock on her face.
Having felt the new stimulus and hearing her words, Laz broke out of his thoughts and noticed her gaze. Laz then noticed that despite her shock she was still rubbing her hands up and down it as though mesmerized.
Amused, Laz laid back undid the button and zipper and pulled the pants from his legs, revealing the monster that was now fully active.
The queen had jumped back at Laz’s actions, but her curiosity and lust got the better of her as she quickly came back and knelt down, rubbing the massive meat stick with her hands first before using it like some sort of magic wand and rubbing it around her face.
’It’s so hot... and soft...’
Her eyes then locked onto Laz’s who was looking down at her with a smile. The golden sheen had disappeared, but they still retained their golden color. Not knowing if she would flip out after what had happened, Laz still maintained his battle form.
But in the eyes of the queen, his exotic appearance and oversized equipment gave him the look of a sex devil who had spotted his prey.
Laz, now completely turned on, slipped his left hand over the queens head, grabbing a hand full of golden hair. His right hand had grabbed the base of his member and pulling the queens head back, he positioned himself at the entrance to her mouth.
"Open says me," Laz commanded with a smirk.
For the first time since she had ascended the throne, the queen did as she was ordered, opening her mouth as the monster’s assault began.
