(TF Story)
Trying something fun and different. Medieval story about Celestia's magic from the olden days.
Genevieve knew her duty. She was a farmer's daughter after all. She tended the livestock. She kept up with the hay. And she made sure her homely duties were taken care of.
When her father passed away, she never knew her mother, the farm was left in her care. It was her pride and joy despite her sadness. But she could not help but feel a twinge of regret for her simple life. Like she had a greater calling in the world.
Thomas had worked for Genevieve's father. He helped with the heavier duties. Tending the horses. Slaughtering cattle for the feed. And rebuilding their home when it became necessary. He lived in a shack on the homestead.
When Genevieve's father passed, she was charged with Thomas' command. She would be in charge with ordering him around. Yet she could not bear it. She was, after all, quite shy and demure. When he asked her what he should be doing, she simply said, "Whatever you always do, do that. Please and thank you." Then she would rush off.
Quite embarrassingly, she thought very highly of Thomas. But her care for the farm came first.
Now the farm was on the outskirts of a little kingdom by the sea known as Eldermoor. It was ruled by a fair queen who adored her subjects. Little did they know that she had gotten very ill. She only had trusted the secret to her most honorable of advisors. A few gentry, knights, and of course her dear sorceress, Celestia.
That was not the only secret she beheld Celestia. In fact, Celestia had been present at the birth of her daughter. A secret kept because her father had been a lowly farmer. And he wished to raise the child to be humble and kind. The queen had allowed it thus far, but now that she was dying, it was time to bring her only heir forward.
She sent Celestia to find her.
Celestia took her horse and trotted far beyond the gates of the castle. She asked about until she was shared the location of a small farm beyond the hills that surrounded the village.
She rode on all day until she found herself face to face with an endearing patch of land with a few small buildings on it.
There she spotted a young woman in a straw hat moving through a field of flowers with ease. Celestia recognized the queen's beautiful features. A kind face with stunning nose and lips. Yet her eyes and hair must have been her father's for they were a lame brown. And her style was no style of a queen.
"May I help you, miss? The nearest town is many miles away."
"Hm? Oh yes, I see. I am afraid I have gotten quite lost. You would not have a stable and an extra bed, would you? My horse is tired indeed. We could use a rest."
"Of course. Please bring him this way. We have an extra room in the cottage now that my father has passed."
Genevieve led the stranger to the stables where Thomas was working.
"Ah Genevieve. Who is this?" he asked.
"She is a guest. Her horse, he, um, needs..."
"Yes, of course. I will to it." He took the horses reigns and led him to an empty stable. "Anything else I may do for you?"
She paused and froze for a moment. "Um, no."
Celestia would have laughed if she was not so alert to the amount of work cut out for her. If this young woman would be fit to be a ruler, she would need a much higher assuredness.
She followed her out of the stable and into a small cottage with a number of rooms.
"This room will be yours. There are plenty of linens. And you are welcome to help yourself to any fixings you desire. Or I am happy to prepare them for you."
"Oh please, my lady. Allow me," Celestia said dramatically.
Genevieve blanched. No one had ever called her my lady. Maybe her father when she was younger and they would play pretend. But otherwise she would never consider herself such.
"You have many a wonderful ingredient. It is getting late. I shall prepare a most wondrous meal. Would you then invite that boy in for supper. It will not take me long to make."
"Who? Thomas? He prefers to eat alone."
"Nonsense, dear. This meal will be fit for a king. Or queen," she said mischievisly.
"Very well, miss."
She went to the stables again. "Thomas, our guest would like you to join us for supper."
"Oh? And you?"
She reddened. "Yes. Just..."
She turned right back around and went to the cottage. When she entered, she already smelled a collection of divine smells. Meats and cheeses as well as warm breads. She found the woman already with plates full of food.
"My goodness, where did all of this come from? We will have no food the rest of the season."
"Pish posh. I am plainly capable of producing a lot from very little. Otherwise I would not have worked in the palace."
"The palace, you say?"
"Oh me, I have spoiled myself. For now, sit. I may share more tomorrow. And ah, Thomas, come sit as well."
Thomas had appeared in the doorway. He removed his hat and sat at the bench before the table. Genevieve sat bashfully across from him.
Celestia then came around with plates for eating and three goblets, each with a dark liquid inside.
"What is this?" Genevieve asked.
"Wine. I am celebrating. New friends. Please, enjoy. This cup is yours, dear. Only drink from your own, thank you."
The food was mouth watering. Helpings of mutton and bread and all sorts of fruits and cheeses. Genevieve could not believe it. And wine?! How exotic? She sipped it gingerly. The taste exploded in her buds. She felt light as a feather. She drank it quickly as she tore into the meal. She feared that others would be staring at her but Thomas had the same issue though not with the wine. He cold not help himself from eating ferociously this incredible feast.
The wine made Genevieve plenty sleepy. She did not have time to ask the woman questions like where she was going, how long she worked at the palace, or even her name because an intense drowsiness overtook her. She slept deeply that night.
The next morning she awoke with a pleasant feeling in her chest. She had always been a rather frail girl. Even in womanhood, she had not grown tall or curved. Rather she stayed diminutive.
Yet this morning, likely from the amount of food she consumed the evening before, she had a small mass of fat atop her chest. Her hips also felt rather bloated considering the meal. She fit herself into her usual dress but with more effort than usual. Her skin plainly shone through. She braided her hair and went out to the field.
"Good morning, my lady," the stranger called from the field. "It is most pleasant out today. These fields do clear the mind."
Genevieve approached. "I do apologize for my sleepiness last eve. That brew you poured was a bit strong."
"Yes, it was. Rather have you noticed its effects yet?"
"Effects? Oh certainly. I slept like a newborn. Deeply."
"I see," Celestia sighed. "May I ask a personal question?"
"I have many for you, but yes you may."
"Did you ever know your mother?"
"What a specific query. No, I did not. She passed when I was quite young."
"I am sure that is what you were told. But alas it is wrong. For I know your mother. I work for her. I am like her aid."
Genevieve was shocked. "I was intrigued by you before, now you garner my attention. What do you mean?"
This woman could not really know her mother. Could she? Her chest tightened with her confusion. She felt it press into the fold of her bodice.
"I never introduced myself yesterday. I am Celestia. I am a warlock of sorts. My purpose is to aid your mother, the queen, in her goal to bring sanctity to her kingdom."
Genevieve was aghast. She removed her hat to fan herself. She felt warm, likely from the sun baking down.
"I do not know what is more incredible. The idea of you being a mage or my mother being the queen. Like I said, she died many years ago."
"You do not have to believe me, though it would make my duties much easier. I will prove that your mother is indeed queen in time. As for the other, can you not feel it? My magic coursing through you?"
"Magic? In me? You must be mistaken."
"I am not. It is evident in your form that it is working through you, giving you strength and fortitude. If that is not obvious enough, perhaps your shifting eye color would make you believe. For your brown eyes are wading clearly into brilliant blue, as are your mother's."
Genevieve touched her head. The warmth was spreading into her brain without leaving her chest. Her womanly form was much more in view now despite it only having been a few minutes. She was utterly confused.
"Let us say I believe you, Celestia. Maybe you are a witch. Maybe my mother is the queen which I doubt. Why are you here now? My father died last year. This farm is my duty."
"I have remorse for your father's passing. And I appreciate your duty to his land. But now your mother is ill. I have done everything I can but some illnesses are beyond healing. You must take up her mantle. Be queen of all the land."
"Impossible. Me? I am no queen."
"I am aware. That is why I am here. To collect you, yes. But first to prepare you. I have brewed a special concoction that will change you into someone who may lead."
"The wine..."
"Yes. Of course you may turn me down. You will take no more brew and stay as you are now. I will go back to the kingdom with sour news and see the land given to a neighboring ruler. There will more than likely be chaos, war. Jealous lands will fight for the right to rule us. But you are royal blood. You are the heir to the throne. I implore you to consider it."
"Very well. I will at least consider it."
"Good. As you do, it may be worthwhile to get you into something befitting your size."
"I do not own anything larger."
"I may assist with that."
Back at the cottage, Celestia wove her fingers together. She threaded the very air into silk that aligned into a brilliant gown befitting a fine woman. Genevieve was aghast. She thought simply of how impossible this all seemed and yet yearned for the ability to do right by her kingdom.
"Please take it. Try it on."
She did as she was told. With effort, she removed her old dress. The straps that supported her bosom popped with a sudden escape from her skin. She felt her new chest lean heavily forward. She stared down at them in awe. Formerly she had little breast to speak of. Now she had fine plush orbs gracing her décolletage.
She unhitched her skirt and found a similar plumpness in her rear. Womanly hips were neatly visible giving her a curved frame. Beyond those two obvious changes, she as well noticed that her furnishings seemed lower to the ground. She had grown in height. She felt tall and thought how comforting it would be to have her shoulders sit back rather than hunch forward like the farmhand that she was.
She pull the soft dress over herself and lowered it to sit comfortably on her lower half. It sat rather like a loose nightgown around her midsection so she coupled it with a leather strap. It cinched much tighter than she was used to. Had her waist shrunk as well to further bring attention to her womanly stature?
She revealed herself to Celestia.
"So this all is your doing? I find I do not recognize the body beneath my fingers."
"You had a farmer's body. No shame in that, dear. But if you are to be a queen, you must feel regal. In plain wording, you look beautiful. And should you choose it, you will be more so."
Genevieve pursed her lips in contemplation. She had only known this land all her life. And now suddenly her mind was open to exaggerated possibility. As well as her body for that matter.
"I have a grand idea," Celestia spoke. "Let us show Thomas and ask his opinion, shall we?"
Genevieve froze at the idea. Thomas was a dear friend. One that she usually shied away from these days. They had certainly grown apart without her father to broach their awkwardness. But she did trust his opinion.
"Very well."
Genevieve went out into the field. She found Thomas cutting grain. He was working up a sweat when a shadow overtook him. A rather tall one.
"Thomas, may I ask your thoughts?"
He adored Genevieve's sweet voice. But to hear it without its trembling worry was new to him. He looked up calmly then stopped. His mouth slightly dropped.
Before him stood Genevieve but not as he knew her. Rather she stood tall, not hunched, with her small shoulders back giving a clear view to her cleavage sitting in the folds of a magnificent blue dress. The stitching was pulled tight. He gulped and looked away. He could barely meet her eyes. Her eyes which he had known as green for so long now shined a brilliant blue. He was startled to say the least. He figured he had forgotten himself. But who would forget those blue diamonds in her irises.
"Er, yes, miss, what can I do for you?" He felt like bowing but he didn't know why.
"I have this new dress. I wanted to know if you liked it."
Did he? Of course. But he was purely taken aback by the question itself.
"Is that all?"
"Oh. I apologize. I didn't mean to interrupt. How silly of me."
She turned to go.
"No, please. I didn't mean..."
She stopped. "It is alright. I have a choice to make. The woman, Celestia, she wishes to take me to meet my mother. You would be on your own here. Without me. I was just wondering how you would feel."
"I can sure handle the work, miss."
"Of that, I am certain. Anything else."
He wanted to call out to her. That he would be rather lonely without her. But he was a farmhand. And she was... well, he knew she was meant to be more.
"I wish you good fortune. And safe travel if you should go."
She nodded and walked back towards the cottage. He had not meant to hurt her feelings. He was kind. Just a bit dim she supposed.
She found Celestia waiting in a chair knitting.
"How did it go?"
"I would like to join you. Meet my mother. Train to be queen. And should all go well and I am accepted by the people..."
"Very well," Celestia said. She waved her fingers and a goblet appeared. "Every day from now on until you are confident in your ability to act as heir to the throne, you will drink from this goblet. The brew will effect you further until you are no longer what you were."
"No longer a farmhand then?"
"Please, take it."
Genevieve looked carefully into the goblet and saw the reddish liquid swirl around. She grasped the cup and brought it to her lips. The warm sensation of sipping the deep drink returned to her head. It tasted of cherries on her lips. She gulped and the warmth engaged in her bodice again. She finished the cup and brought it back down. Her stomach gurgled in response.
"Just how big should I expect to become?"
"Do not fret. Your form will only match that of a royal bearing. You will be as womanly as possible. Now get packing. We leave tomorrow."
As her already supple chest tightened, Genevieve looked deep into Celestia's eyes and smiled shyly.
The next day, Genevieve tended her duties around the farm once more. She said goodbye to her cattle and walked through the meadow. Her body felt heavier but she was getting used to it. She wondered still when the changes would stop or if she would ever get used to them. She was wary of the fact that part of her yearned to be ever greater. But she mostly ignored that.
Her chest and hips had grown through the night. Her breasts were each the size of small watermelons. And each was heavy. Beyond that they were increasingly sensitive. She urged herself not to touch them but had done so minimally that morning anyway. As well, she noticed a lightness growing across her hair, her rich brown being replaced her a nice blonde.
She walked past the stables and entered to find Thomas preparing her steed.
"Thank you for getting her ready."
He turned to find Genevieve half recognizable. He was taken aback. She was already changing so much. He was out of his depth.
"Of course. She is ready to go. And will make good time."
"I will miss you, Thomas."
"I suppose. I will take good care of this place. For if you ever return."
"It is yours now."
She took up the reigns from his hand. She felt immeasurable tension between them. But she could not press any farther. She was off to do something important. She led her horse out and mounted her.
Thomas followed her out. "Fare thee well, miss."
"You too, Thomas."
She met with Celestia who was already on her steed and the two trotted off toward the path to the castle.
They rode all day and stopped at a small inn for the night. The changes continued to grip Genevieve but she was so focussed on riding all day that she hardly noticed. That did not stop her from getting all sorts of stares from the many people in the village. A beautiful woman with half blonde hair in a silk dress. Not to mention the golden eyed beauty wearing all black with intense red locks who escorted her.
That night Genevieve took her brew again and she slept ever soundly.
When she woke the next morning, her supple chest was fully rounded out. Her eyes shone bright. Her rump was pert and aloft. And her hair was completely blonde and had grown longer. Celestia came to her bed and wove it into beautifully down her back before she could return it to the braids she so desired to keep it in.
"You look beautiful."
"You are much too kind."
"I will not be the only one."
Celestia adorned her in jewelry and the two went on their way again. They reached the castle by early afternoon. When they approached the gates, they opened dramatically and slowly just for the two of them. They began to enter the palace when two guards stopped them.
"M'lady, Celestia, welcome home. Who is your guest?"
"Would you care to introduce yourself, your highness?"
Genevieve was momentarily startled. She had not expected to be presented so soon. But if these men would be her guards, she would need to present herself clearly. She felt the magic lingering in her system as it filled her with bravado. Her voice felt like a weapon, her eyes like portals.
"I am princess Genevieve. Here to see my mother, the queen."
The guard froze. "Of course, my lady. How could I be so foolish as to not recognize the spitting image of her majesty? Please pardon my rudeness." He and his fellows bowed.
"Yes, thank you, good sir."
She walked confidently past him. While the feeling was surging through her, she would use it to her full effects. Celestia guided her through a series of complex corridors all the while listing off different names. A dining hall, ballroom, bedrooms, throne room, and finally they arrived at the queen's chambers.
Celestia entered first.
"My queen, I have brought her. She is eager to meet you."
She beckoned Genevieve in. Meeting her mother was a great moment. She wept and they shared close tidings as well as stories about her father. That night, Genevieve slept in her mother's room and took in her new life.
In the days that followed, her mother did pass. Genevieve felt no remorse as she was thankful to have met her and learned what she could.
In the same period, Celestia kept up the routine of nightly brews to continue to bring Genevieve closer to her royal self.
Genevieve grew ever greater. Her womanly figure only became more gorgeous. Her royal tailor came in and designed her new clothing that would fit her ever improving body.
"Celestia, why must we wait to introduce me to my subjects?"
"My dear princess, you are not finished yet. We would not want the people of the land to be confused as to why their queen's bosom grows before their eyes."
"Grows? It is not finished? I have rather fine breasts, do I not? Why must they be so big?"
"Oh sweet girl, you did bask in your mother's greatness, did you not? She had a fine figure, one so fine no person could question that she were meant to be queen, blessed with the most incredulous beauty ever seen."
"I suppose, yes. I do wish I had been able to see that first hand."
"You will someday. Every time you look into a mirror. Besides your body is not growing for sake of growing. It is simply reflecting your improved attitude. The more I fill you with the poise and conviction, the more you grow to be able to be a proper vessel for that same energy."
"I suppose that does make sense. But just how big will I be? I have always been a short, small, and frail woman. I may not recognize myself tomorrow."
"Recognize your giving soul. Your cherishment of all things good and true. See the brilliant and capable farm girl if you so wish. That is who you are. But to not have the self assuredness to share those qualities with the people who rely on you would be truly a travesty. As for the physical form, it reflects the confidence, yes, but it is also fun, do you not think so?"
Genevieve had to admit that she felt good. Her body was stronger, more capable yet also refined and graceful.
Each day, her perfection only grew. Her hair fell in lavish curls down her back. It grew longer each night but never got in her way. When she woke, it fell in perfect strands without fail. Her features changed slightly as well. Her eyes widened to insinuate listening. Her nose was dainty for grace. Her cheekbones became more defined. And her makeup was always done to exact detail.
She oft took walks around the palace in her fine blue gowns to take in the surroundings. She was getting used to having staff about the place. Especially trusting them with her secret.
Some days she would spend entirely outdoors. She was not entirely interested in being cooped up in the all too enormous castle. She missed her home.
As her face settled into a mature stunning visage, her mind started reflecting her beauty.
"I must be the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. My face is that of a queen. It is stunning. Not to mention my body. My chest is supple and feminine. The only shame I should have would be to cover it."
She found herself wearing her gowns less modestly. She had pure soft skin that longed to be touched by the cool fresh air.
Celestia noticed her behavior and smiled.
"Soon you will be ready to announce yourself to your people."
"I do look forward to it."
Her body started to react heavily to the brews that she had each evening. One day, her chest pushed heavily outward. She groaned with delight as she had begun to do with the heftier changes.
"Oh my, they are so sensitive. My poor gown."
Her pert buds had previously sat comfortably in her brazier with only minor skin overflowing the sides. With this expansion, they stretched the two cups of her dress out further and further from her chest. Her orbs elongated into fleshy pillows that weighed heavier with each passing second.
Under her dress, her thighs followed suit and massed into her stockings. They nearly tore from the pressure. The fat and muscle that worked into them only gave her greater feelings of boldness. She was ready to burst from the intensity, if only slightly embarrassed for being about the hallways. But it was her own castle after all.
She strutted through the parapets, her jutting breasts bouncing with each step, barely held aloft by the firm gown. Her hips swayed rhythmically side to side with her thighs neatly visible as they escaped their folds. Her hair was now long and soft like a cape that followed her and rose and fell with the wind.
She took to her chambers to admire herself.
She found the changes more intense than first insinuated. Rather her head was ablaze with passion. She felt a self adoration that had never nearly crossed her mind. She ran her fingers over her obvious curves.
When she touched her breasts, pangs of delight fired through her brain. She caressed and groped them. They squished into her chest like soft warm pillows. Her fingers followed her curve down past her thin waist and over her hips. She felt up her own ass and played with it. She squeezed her legs together which only highlighted how impressive her rotund thighs were.
"I feel so... queenly. I am beautiful."
She reached her hand beneath her dress and found her womanhood ripe with anticipation. She dripped for her own gorgeous self. Her fingers found her clit and played sensually with herself while thinking about how incredible she had still yet to become.
One day, she sat outside with Celestia, practicing her diction and tone.
"Celestia, we have been working at this for days. Am I not close?"
"You impress me, your highness. I would have thought it would take much longer for the necessary effects to take place. Your spirit has really taken to the changes. I see more fire in your eyes each and every day. And as for your body, well you are stunning. I must say I am jealous of your royal breast. But do you think you know enough to rule responsibly?"
Genevieve looked out into the lush meadows that surrounded her castle.
"I have advisors whom I trust. I have a friend in a sorceress whom I will never question. I was proprietor of a small farmland once as well. You have taught me well. I believe I should put it to action."
"Very well, my lady. I will begin to plan your coronation."
Genevieve smiled and sat back. Her hefty breasts had become rather enormous. She often felt it necessary to sit back and ease the weight for a bit. But she adored them. Each the size of her head and perfectly pert and supple. They felt like silk to the touch. She had so little shame that her dresses hid only the bottom of each globule.
On the day of her coronation, Genevieve went through the whole royal process. Her guards introduced her to the nobles that came to witness her. Her priest induced the ceremony. Before long she was queen. The people cheered and music played throughout the kingdom.
She joined the crowd for the first dance and then took her seat on the throne in the front of the room. She looked like a dream up there. When she sat, her thighs thickened against the felt of the chair. They were neatly visible on either side of the front cloth of her dress. She paid it no mind. Her onlookers would have stared at her fruitful legs if not for her impressive bosom, barely covered by the struggling bra of her corset. They were practically free but her dress held true. They shone in the light like beautiful bags of pure femininity.
She sat satisfied and assertive up there for all to take in.
After a long day of celebration and visitation from people all over the kingdom, Genevieve was properly tired. She said adieu to the visiting nobles from her neighboring lands and appreciated the hefty praise from the peasants that adored her so. But it was time to retire.
As she said goodnight and left the grand chamber, she found Celestia awaiting her.
"Celestia, you startled me. What are you doing here so late?"
"I was enjoying the party from the distace. I am not one for the spotlight as they say."
"I see," though she barely understood the expression. "What can I do for you?"
"There is someone else who wishes to make your acquaintance."
Genevieve smiled but started to walk off. "I appreciate your efforts but I am truly exhausted. Please tell them I will meet with them tomorrow."
"Are you sure? Very well. I am sorry, Thomas, but the queen is retiring for evening."
Genevieve turned back suddenly. She noticed finally that Thomas was reclused in the corner. He stepped out.
"I came to pay respects, my queen. I wish you a good night," he said, turning to leave.
"Thomas, wait," Genevieve said quickly. She approached him and took him arm. "Take me for a stroll so we may catch up."
He reddened but did as he was told.
"I have missed you," she spoke.
"My queen?"
She stopped suddenly when they were out of view of other guests. She sun set beautifully next to them. Genevieve pulled Thomas in front of her and faced him. He stood agape with her mighty breasts on full exhibition. Her areolas poked out barely from the lines of her dress. She looked so stunning, so supple and full, yet so womanly and delicate.
"Did Celestia not tell you? Thomas, it is me. Genevieve."
"She said. I am struggling to believe it," he said shyly. This could not be the quiet wonderful woman that he spent his whole life adoring.
"Oh please understand. I needed to change. I needed to be a queen for the kingdom. No, I am not the same girl you knew. But I also am. I know that is hard to understand. But please try."
"If it is sorcery, so be it. Your form, although a lot to take in, is not what I do not believe. What I struggle with is how that woman who stood before a whole crowd of people and was still more assured than any of them is the same as the diminutive, bashful girl I used to know."
Genevieve turned to the window. "I've thought about that myself. I think I was born to be queen. It was deep inside me. Celestia just gave me the ability to let it out."
"And are you happy?"
"More than ever."
"Then I have no reason to stay here. I must admit I came for selfish motivation. I was here to ask you to come home. To be with me. I missed you terribly. But I see you are meant to be here. You will make an incredible queen."
He smiled at her forlornly.
"Oh Thomas, you are as silly as ever. Come with me."
She grabbed his hand and led him through the many hallways. She knew them well.
Thomas was in utter confusion at the exquisite queen who was once his dear friend dragging him through her castle to who knows where.
She eventually stopped at a large room.
"These are my private chambers. Join me in them."
"Oh Genevieve, I do not..."
"That is an order from your queen."
She opened the door and went in. Thomas gulped. He thought about leaving. But his heart could not deny him his desires. He went right in.
He found that he had given Genevieve enough time to undress. Her skirt was flung from her body. Her thighs and hips were plain to see. They were lush and full. His penis hardened at just that. Yet still more, her chest looked ready to spill from her bodice. It engulfed the entire fabric except where her nipples were still hid.
He looked further upward to find her eyes staring at him in want. Her lashes blinked perfectly, her lips pursed and breathing heavily.
"Come here now. I have found you to be the thought of my longing for these many weeks. The farmboy that I first fell in love with. Now you will fulfill me. Should you give in to your obvious wants, that is. Ravish me, Thomas. I am here for the taking."
Thomas took to her commands. How could he not? She had a powerful tone. He kissed her legs. He rubbed them and held them near. He squished her ample chest and sucked at her nipples. Then he lay her down in the pool of her golden locks. He kissed her over and over until her body elicited her to respond.
"Enter me, peasant. I need you inside me. Now."
Thomas did as he was told. He removed his shirt to where Genevieve could see the perfect muscles she had stolen looks at for years. And under his pants, his erect penis jumped to life, large and delightful to Genevieve's brain. She smiled at the excitement.
He tore her panties from her legs and entered her plush incredible form. He started slow, entering her and making her moan the most perfect and gentle moan. He sped up with her growing need. She grabbed at him and felt her own massive body, pulling at both with carnal lust.
Thomas took to Genevieve like the field. He plowed her hard, his cock ramming into her then exiting then ramming again. Their skin smacked together.
"Oh, mm, mmm, unh, unh, UNH, OH, OH, OH, OH, AH, OOOH, OOOOOOOH," Genevieve screamed. She was nearing climax, her sensitive womanhood almost exploding.
Thomas yelled out as he came. He tried to pull away but Genevieve pulled him close. She yelled as she came with him, the two in harmony.
They lied on her enormous bed with their bodies cuddled together for the night.
Thomas loved the queen. All of her people did. She was fair and kind but also impressive and brilliant. But Thomas had a special relation to her. He was not ever going to be king. Genevieve could handle all of her kingdom's politics and issues. Rather he was like her attendant. He cared for her farm as well as any personal issues she had. They met for many meals and then shared coitus afterwards.
Genevieve ruled the kingdom as a fair and beloved queen. Travelers from far off lands would come to visit and kneel before the throne of the queen with the brilliant blessed body. She would look at them with her gorgeous deep blue eyes and share her appreciation for them. Her crown rested on golden laurels of hair that entwined her voluptuous form. Her features were barely contained in the folds of her silk gowns. She was a sight to behold.
A queen forevermore.