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It was a fairly easy day in Queen Laufeysia's castle; the Lurantis found that today held no particular tasks that needed attending to. She was a busy queen (she even looked down a bit on the monarchs who didn't do much with their kingdoms- Laufeysia worked for her people nearly 24/7), but even she appreciated when the opportunity to relax presented itself. Her castle was modelled after a hive or sorts- she wasn't actually an insect, being Grass-type, but she liked the aesthetic. She was currently sat in her throne, idly reading a magazine. The guards- Scythers and Scizors- stood inert at their posts. The doors to the throne room were wide open for visitors, since she was approached by her citizens often, but it seemed today wasn't a day where very many visitors would be coming.

As if on cue, there was a knock at her door, "Queen Laufeysia?" Mongol called, wanting to see the queen.

Laufeysia looked up from her magazine, antennae flicking in interest, then ordered calmly, "Let him in."

A Scyther guard nodded and opened the doors for Mongol, bowing his head in respect of the Flygon upon spotting him- Laufeysia may be queen, but Mongol ruled Movorah in its entirety. He was much king of this land as Laufeysia was its queen. "Ah, Mongol," the Lurantis called out, closing the magazine and putting it aside, crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward in her throne. "Come to visit?"

Seeing the queen sitting there, and setting down her magazine, he fluttered up to her, arms outstretched. "Laufeysia," Hugging her, "Yes as a matter of fact I am." Even though she was older than him, he found her quite attractive.

She gave a small smile as she stood from the throne to receive him and hugged him back; "Ah, that's wonderful," she admitted. "Today's been a complete bore. You'd think I'd appreciate a break what with how hard it is to maintain things here, but I honestly have nothing to do. Walk with me?"

He felt her breasts press into his chest, she had a nice rack. Being only a child when his father came through, she had filled out quite well. "Any place you'd like to see?" He asked, wanting to spend some time with her.

"I don't really care," she said airily, shrugging. "I guess a quick tour of the castle ramparts would be nice." She was of course unnoticing of his eyeing up of her body, and even if she had? She'd pretended not to anyway. The Lurantis was secretly proud of her bod in the first place.

That peaked his interest, he'd never been here, aside from when he was a trapich and his father showed him, distinctly remembering the queen being heavily pregnant. "Show me the way please."

"Very well," she nodded, looking to the guards. "All of you, remain at your posts. I am taking Mongol on a tour." She then gestured for the Flygon to follow her out the room and began to lead the way. Her bottom seemed to sway hypnotically for his pleasure.

Following her, he fluttered down the room after her. Her guards standing in attention as they walked past. "They certainly are well trained." Their stature and form impressed Mongol, who's own guards were similarly trained. Looking down, he gazed and beheld her wondrously jiggly ass.

"Discipline is important here," she remarked as she led him outside, stopping to rest at a parapet to look out over the city surrounding the castle below. "Ever since what happened with your father, I've specialised in making sure the guards can and will kick people's asses if they decide to march into my castle and take what they want again." She smiled thinly; "I might have better guards than I do an army, but why need an army? Nobody's at war anymore, hm."

She paused, then looked back at him briefly. "Any news of your father since you banished him?"

"That is a good mindset to have." He looked at it with her, then he spoke about his father's actions. "I know," Crossing his arms as he leaned on the railing, "That is true." Just thinking of his father made his scar itch again. "Fortunately or unfortunately, nothing." Turning to her, "I'm sorry for what he did to you."

She sighed and shook her head, looking down a bit; "He did things to me that make sleeping properly difficult, even today," she admitted. "I don't think I ever really fully recovered from that. I'm amazed my people took me back as their queen when you overthrew Lithorex, considering how I was no longer pure...but I guess my people just loved me that much, even after they saw me break so badly right in front of them. That's the difference between monarchs like us and tyrants like Lithorex...our people would serve us to the end no matter what because we care. Lithorex was a brute and a fear monger...he forced people to respect him and it was his downfall."

She looked at him, sideways; she was smiling a bit sadly. "I remember when we first met...you were just a Trapinch. And I was still Lithorex's toy. You were a remarkably kind child then, and you're still a good person now." She looked out over the city again, sighing a bit. "Thank you for saving me and the other monarchs from Lithorex's hold, Mongol."

Walking over to her, he hugged her, stroking her head lovingly, "It's because they knew you didn't want that, and even then, you were still pure because of that." Looking at her, he remembered asking his father why her belly was so swollen, he said it was 'going to be his little friend', "Looking at her sadly, "Was the child healthy?"

She nuzzled into his hand gently without another word, at least until he asked his question; she sighed and smiled. "Yes, he was," she told him. "He's actually still around...he's both captain of the guard and prince to the kingdom. He'll take over from me when I step down as king."

She hummed in thought; "He was the only thing in the darkness that kept me sane when Lithorex was still king. I looked after the egg every day...when you saved us, and he hatched, I made sure to raise him so that he'd never become anything like his father. I think I've succeeded...he's a very gentle soul, but a fierce one. When I told him what Lithorex had done to me that allowed him to exist, he almost got the guard together to try and hunt him down, even though Lithorex is banished now." She shook her head. "Very hot-headed. Hm...I wonder if his being Lithorex's son makes him your brother?"

It was nice to hear that despite his father's cruel actions, she still found solace in something. "You mean when you step down as queen." He smiled at her error, not in a cruel way, correcting her. Nodding, it did mean they were brother, it was nice to hear he had family other than his mother and his children. "Half-brothers. Species?" But his momentary joy was interrupted by a darker thought, "I just wonder how many others are out there, I don't think I even want to know." He looked out at his domain, wondering, but not wanting the answer.

"Lithorex claimed and broke many," she murmured. "Including each of the other queens and princesses. You might want to visit their kingdoms too, to make sure." She thought some more, then said, "Come, let's continue the tour."

She led him along the wall now, but continued talking. "The people insisted I commission a statue in your honour. I was going to do it anyway at the time. You want to see? You're seen as a practical hero among my people, you know."

Looking down, he felt ashamed for what his father had done, that when he was a child, he was so happy to hear of his brothers and sisters, blissfully unaware of the vile acts his father perpetrated to bring them into being, the forced union of his father and the other royalties. "Maybe after this." He stood back up, and followed her. Hearing her speak so highly of him made him happy, she held nothing against him, "Sure, but that wasn't necessary." Blushing from embarrassment.

"It was /completely/ necessary," she countered, looking back at him for a moment as she kept walking. "People need to remember who it was that saved them from oppression. I wish that I hadn't missed the battle between you and your father...history makes it sound like it was a titanic fight." She smirked; "Plus, I'd have loved seeing that smug lug lose his grace."

They eventually reached a larger circular rampart, which was home to a large bronze statue of the Flygon himself. A plaque on the bottom read, simply, 'Our saviour,.'

"It's not much," she commented, "but it's substantial, wouldn't you agree?"

"Gah." He cringed, his scar hurting a bit more now. One claw clutching his back as he hunched over, "I mean when you put it that way...And trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to be there, he nearly killed me."

Looking at the statue, and the plaque, that was an ego boost he didn't need. "I...I do agree."

"I personally think it could be a little bigger," she stated, looking at him with a sideways smile. She was almost certainly teasing him there. "But it's not too shabby. Hmm..." She shook herself a bit; "It's getting cold out. Even though the sun's out...aah, I despise winter. Why don't we get warm inside?"

He didn't catch her tease. Speaking of another near-death experience, the chill hit him. Shivering, "Y-yeah," His breath was visible. "Me t-too, you hear about Reishi and I?"

She chuckled as she turned and began to lead them both back inside; "Yes, I'd heard you'd acquired another wife? A bright Noivern girl, yes? And the amount of trouble you two get into, I always fear a little when I hear news that you two have disappeared into the cold yet /again/."

Scratching the back of his head, embarrassed, "Yeah, we did get into a bit of trouble, again. I really hate the cold." He followed her inside.

They entered through a side-door that lead into a hallway; she closed the door behind them and turned to face him, arms crossed. "Well, you're alright and you've got yourself a lovely new wife, at least." She thought about something, then suggested, "Perhaps I'll let you stay as a visitor for the night? It IS getting colder out and your castle is quite aways out from here. It'd be better to stay than fly out in the cold, I would imagine..."

Following her through the door. He nodded in agreement with her, but shuddering at the though of flying, "Yes please ma'am, where would my room be?"

Oh, no mere guest room would be suitable for you, my king," she told him casually. "Not even those reserved for nobles...no, you'll be sleeping in my bed tonight." She smiled a bit; "I insist."

His eyes shot open, "Y-y-y-y-your bed?" He blushed brightly, the thought of him and her sleeping in the same bed.

"Yes, Mongol...my bed," she reassured, putting both hands on his shoulders and smiling. "You don't mind...do you? I thought it might be fitting for a monarch to share my bedside for the evening..."

Shaking his head, "I agree completely." He felt her hand on his shoulders.

Her smile turned briefly seductive; "Good," she said, before taking her hands off him and gesturing. "Well then, Mongol, I say we eat and enjoy some entertainment before heading off to sleep, yes?"

"Wh-what did you have in mind?" He asked, unsure if this was a sexual innuendo, or genuine.

"Well, usually there'd be a massive feast or something in your honour," she commented, "but really, I wasn't expecting you and organising all that would be an immense pain. So I was thinking you and I could just dine in my room-convenient, no?- while watching television or something. Then we can go to bed straight after~. What do you think?"

Nodding, "that seems like a good idea." Yeah, maybe it was just two monarchs spending time together.

"Very well, then let's get on with it!" she said cheerfully, leading yet again to a staircase not far away, which spiralled upwards; "You're not the only one with a bedroom in a tower," she teased lightly as she went up.

"Few kings and queens don't." He said dryly. Flapping his wings, he flew up.

"Well, towers /are/ pretty cool," she admitted. "Ah, we're here~."

They were in a fairly lavish hexagonal-shaped room, but lavish more befitting in the sense of royalty than in the extravagant sense. Her bed was large and sweeping with nice drapes over and around it, and to the side was a oaken table with chairs. Food was already waiting for them, as if she'd foreseen this all beforehand.

Seeing her room, he looked around. "Mine bigger." Teasing. The smell of food hit his nose, and he licked his lips. "What's on the menu?"

"Well, contrary to what people outside the kingdom think, I'm /not/ a vegetarian," she replied, sitting herself down by the table; "One must eat a lot to sustain all this~." She gestured to her, er, well-endowed form for emphasis. "We have meats of all sorts plus some fish if you like variety. Take your pick."

"Well wouldn't that make you a cannibal if you were?" He asked jokingly as he seated himself. Blushing as she gestured to her form. "Fish."

"I suppose it would," she admitted, but countered, "then again, we have grass types eating grass like all the time. Like Turtwig. But enough of that." She pointed to a collection of dishes with various fish foods on them; "All for you. I will stick with this, thank you very much." She was already digging into a Tauros steak in a very un-queenly fashion.

He watched her, it was funny. Picking a roasted magikarp up by the tailfin, he ate it in the cartoony fashion one would see from old cartoons, putting the whole thing in his mouth, then pulling it back, leaving the clean bones to be tossed aside. "Delicious." He said, his mouth full.

She was staring at him, wide-eyed; then she clapped her hands a bit. "Wow, that was...I've never seen anyone do that before. I'm amazed," she professed, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin after. "Here, some entertainment while we eat." She pressed a button on a nearby remote, and one of the walls slid back to reveal a pretty large screen, on which a movie began immediately playing. It appeared to be a romance.

Still chewing, "It's called..." Swallowing, "...Practice." He felt full, it was a large 'karp. When h saw the movie on was a romance, he smelled something fishy, and not just his meal.

She had finished her meal herself, and leaned on one elbow as she watched the movie. It was a good one, at least she thought so. "I must confess, my king," she stated idly, not taking her eyes away from the screen, "I was actually rather hoping you'd come to visit sometime soon. I've been...thinking about you."

Tipping his head, "Really, why?" He never thought she would be thinking about him, not that he minded. He was just wondering in what way she had been thinking about him.

"Well, you see..."

She turned from the screen, looking at him directly now and leaning across the table a bit. "Your father, Lithorex...he...changed me. He may be gone now, but some of what he did lingered. He opened up a part of me I didn't even know existed, and I learned a long time ago that trying to keep that part of me down was pointless."

She laid her head in one hand as she observed him; the romance movie kept playing in the background. "Once I lost my purity it could never be restored...I lamented it once but oh, Mongol. Now...I don't care. I need a man in my life, and I want that man...to be the son of the man who changed my life forever."

Backing off a bit, his chair tipped, "Um, a-are you sure, maybe this is just heat." He was starting to get a bit worried, she was trying to seduce him. He had known his father had broken her, but this badly, "Please, my queen, think rationally pleas~OW!" He tipped back too far and fall on the floor. He was in shock, did she say something.../positive/ about Lithorex?

She blinked when he fell over, as if she'd come out of some sort of daze, and stood from the table worriedly, looking over the fallen Flygon. "Oh, Mongol, I, I'm sorry, are you alright? I don't know what came over me, I..ugh." She came over to him and helped him up. "I apologise for being too, er...forward, with my intentions."

Rubbing his head, "Um," He felt her trying to pick him up. He really had no clue how to respond after she had said that.

She noted his silence, then went silent as well, just staring at him. Then her antennae wilted a bit, and she turned away, sighing. "I'm....sorry, Mongol. Your father ruined me in more ways than one...I guess I was too eager to see for myself how different from him you are. I'm not in heat." She sat down on the floor beside him, but not looking at him still. "I have dreams about sex. Not your father, just...sex. With something, someone I can't identify. If it IS with your father then it's usually a nightmare, but the other times...I'm not so sure."

She looked at him briefly. "I'm desperate, Mongol, I'll admit it."

Hearing her say that, it tugged at his heart. He felt bad for her. Nudging over to her, he put his arm around her, holding her close, "I'm sorry." Pressing against her. "As a king, it is my job to help." then he added, "I am not doing this as a king, but as a friend."

She smiled endearingly at him and turned to nuzzle his forehead affectionately; "You are a very good king, and an even better friend," she told him honestly. "Thank you, Mongol. I wish I could be your wife, but...you already have quite a large harem. And my duties here as queen keep me busy. But....we can enjoy this together in the meantime."

Pressing their heads together, "Alright, but I am kind of glad we aren't, I already have a queen." As indicated by his ring, which he never took off. "I may have a harem, but only one holds that special place." turning to her, nervously, "N-not that I wouldn't want you to be."

She shook her head, smiling patiently; "It's alright, Mongol, I know. I could never ask you to leave Seiren, even for me. She's a wonderful woman and I don't think I could ever replace her."

She winked at him though, digging his side with an elbow gently; "I sure hope you wouldn't mind us doing what we're about to do more often, though. Someone with a harem as big as yours can only possess some /real/ skills in bed~."

"Yeah, she is something." Shaking his head, "Even before I was all this, she still married me." Wiping his tears of joy that formed, "Of all the males she could have, it was me..."

Then a sharp poke brought him out, "Hey!" e said, rubbing where she elbowed, "I bruise easy." the he heard the rest, "So this is going to be a regular thing?" she stroked his ego, "Oh I may."

Her smile turned smooth as she stood up and turned off the movie, before crossing her arms and looking down at him. "Good," she told him. "Then without further ado, let's get started already. Let's call it...diplomacy, shall we~?"

Smiling, "'Diplomacy', that what royally refers to sex as these days?" shaking his head as he smiled, "High-class, never understood that."

"Unlike others in the nobility, I at least /try/ to maintain my class," she boasted, going over the the bed, hands going to her shirt-like covering to undo it slowly. "But sex is sex, royalty be damned."

Smiling, "We are two of the same, fuck the nobility's vernacular." He watched her expose herself to him, and tried to take his mind off what he father had done to this very same body.

She eventually undid it all, her luscious green tits- much larger than in her young age- falling out to greet him as she batted her eyes at him. "I know this may come across as strange to you," she admitted, "considering it was your father who fucked me first, but...think of it this way. He did it wrong. And you're going to show me how it's done right, are you not~?"

When they came out, he was her bust was much larger than he initially thought. "Hello there." Smiling at the pair. Shaking his head, "Nope, one of my mates in fact was the same way."

"Then come and show me," she cooed seductively, crossing her arms under her bust and pushing it up and out to emphasise it better. "Show me who you /really/ are~."

Smiling, he crawled up onto her bed with her, "Oh I well." He pushed his lips to hers.

"Mmmm...." She hummed lightly in the back of her throat as she closed her eyes, her soft lips making contact with his. She was clearly enjoying the kiss.

He reached around her, pulling her closer, so they could enjoy being closer.

She groaned at the close contact, her tits squishing nicely against him as one of her legs went around him, her tongue brushing against his tongue and teeth in his mouth.

"Eager?" He asked, his hands wandering down to her ass.

"Like I said...." she breathed, eyes closed as she continued to kiss him, a bit heatedly; "I'm /desperate/...."

His erection began to grow from their proximity, the massive, warm organ throbbing. "I will help with that."

"Oh...please, please /do/...." she groaned, arching her body into him, needing more contact and just generally loving the sensations being shared between them.

Not wanting to deny her the 'royal rod' any more, he pulled back, exposing his two foot beast to her. "Well?"

She opened her eyes and took a few moments to look at his 'royal rod', not uttering a word. Then she smiled, almost giddily; "It is a magnificent piece," she told him, bracing herself against the bed. "Quite worthy of your title~."

Blushing, "...thank you...My mother's side is well endowed, so I hear. How would you like this to go?" He asked, seeing her brace.

"Forget that I'm a queen, for starters," she told him calmly. "Just for this. I want you to treat me like you'd treat any of your girls during sex...I don't care how rough you get, I just want to enjoy it. Understand?"

Nodding, "Just keep in mind, my girls are dragonesses and legendries, and one is a legendary dragoness, they are used to more.../substantial/ treatment, I should say." He was just worried about hurting her.

"Darling, look at my body," she told him. "I'm older than you and made of sterner stuff than probably most of your mates are. I was able to survive being Lithorex's bitch. Once you survive that, you can take anything. In short?"

She gestured to herself pointedly. "My milf ass can take /anything/ you can throw at me, got it?"

Nodding in acceptance, "Alright, but do not say I did not warn you." Closing his eyes, he inhaled and relaxed his muscles.

She sighed and just watched him, inwardly preparing herself for what would come.

His eyes snapped open, and he tackled her, lust in his eyes. "Hello there, your majesty." His hard, meaty rod ready for her.

"Oof!" she exclaimed as she was tackled, smiling at him widely and not resisting, the bed bouncing a bit underneath; "I like that look in your eye," she purred. "Now, fuck a royal like only a royal can~."

"With pleasure," Unknowingly using the same words Lithorex said to her when he first took her, and he shoved himself roughly into her tight passage. Moaning in pleasure as her tight, warm walls enveloped his shaft, making her belly bulge out from his size.

"A-Ah...ahn...!" She moaned out and wormed and wriggled a bit, seeming uncomfortable at first, but the blush on her face made it clear she was enjoying this a lot. "Ahh...yes...mmm...good...good boy...!" The bulge disturbed her none- she genuinely loved it, all of it. And her needy tone of voice made it clear that she wanted more.

"You want more, naughty girl?" He pulled out, so only his tip was inside her, "Then you've got it." He slammed himself into her, his cock cutting into her womb like a hot knife through butter, going to her depths, a feat only reached by his father. Rapidly, he fucked her hard and deep, holding her down as he did.

Her moaning was loud and high, spreading her legs wide for him to accomodate him better as he fucked her nice and hard. Her pussy, unused for so long to sex, clenched down on him snugly from time to time, femjuice quickly accumulating and squirting out of her little by little; her breasts were jiggled appreciatively by his moments and she met his thrusts with quick bucks of her own hips. "Yes! Yes! Show this milf how naughty she is-!!" she cried out.

Smirking, "Such a dirty mouth, you need to be..." Spanking her hard, ".../disciplined/." His hips smacked wetly into hers, over and over again.

"Yes! Yes! Discipline me, teach me!" she yipped while her ass was spanked, a wet slapping sound emitting whenever he slammed into her, arching her back and baring her breasts beautifully while her eyes closed, calling out her lust loudly. "Spank me, oh, spank me!! Harder! Fuck me harder!!"

Repeatedly spanking her until her ass was cherry red, "You naughty little queen." His cock smashed her g-spot, "You love a nice, herd cock inside you, fucking you, /dominating/ you." He shoved his face into her cleavage, licking and sucking her nipple.

The spanking, the g-spot smashing, the shoving of his head into her cleavage all on top of his dirty words, it all jumbled together into an incredible experience for Laufeysia as she moaned louder and louder with each of her thrusts, unable to contain herself. "Yes...use me..." she moaned lowly, lewdly, drooling as her eyes fogged over; "Your cock....spear of my dreams...so....good...! Ah! AH! HAH!"

He was humping her extremely fast and hard now, his cock passing her cervix, and slamming her womb over and over again. Her tight, hot walls contracting around him, trying to pull him deeper, and he was loving it. Moaning in pleasure, he felt himself throbbing inside her.

"YES! YES! DON'T HOLD BACK!!" she screamed out now, utterly limp due to the pleasure basically paralysing her; "FUCK ME! SPLIT ME OPEN, WIDE FUCKING OPEN ARCEUS DAMMIT, FUCK ME LIKE THE MILF I AM-!!"

Such unqueenly wording and behaviour sailed right over her head along with a lot of other things- she was enjoying herself way too much, the bed was creaking and banging against the wall, the sex was so hard. Her insides quivered and twitched spastically as her legs frequently jerked to either side with each thrust, and she eventually arched her back again with a lewd cry of euphoria, her pussy shooting out her juices as she climaxed.

Even Mongol was shocked by her tongue, and he liked it. The force of his thrusting into her made the bed shake, and creak loudly. He felt her walls twitching around him ,and her legs that wrapped around him spasming in pleasure. Roaring in pleasure at his own climax, gallons of his cream were pumped into her, inflating her belly.

"Uuuh! Uh....huh...." she moaned out as she closed her eyes in bliss, breathing raggedly as she was filled to the brim and beyond. She remembered the last time this had happened- when so much semen had poured into her her stomach had inflated. But that time it had been wrong, and this time...it felt /right/. All that cum pouring into her and splattering against her womb's walls, forcing them to stretch out in order to contain it all...the gurgling as it filled her being entirely...

She drooled a little bit and arched her back again somewhat, but laid her head against the bed with a sigh. Her pussy quivered around his throbbing shaft, and she murmured, "Thank you," quietly. Her mind had been too broken the other time for her to really register what this felt like, but now she could- and she liked it. It was warm, and tingly...she felt...loved, not beatedn, like she had with Lithorex. Mongol had a different way about him. Her legs relaxed around him, her whole body going limp.

Watching, and suppressing laughter, as her body writhed in pleasure, and he felt her going limp in the pleasure. "You're welcome..." He whispered, his eyes closed as he leaned in, hugging her, her belly squishing against him.

She breathed gently for a bit, then softly kissed his forehead; "When I step down as queen," she told him, "and my son takes over...I want to join your harem. You're /enchanting/, Mongol..."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." As much as he didn't want to refuse, he knew he must.

She sighed and shook her head, closing her eyes. "Oh Mongol, why must you torture me so..."

She was silent for a moment, then opened one eye, smiling. "Thanks for this, at least. Your reputation is not unwarranted..."

He kissed her forehead, "Thank you for understanding." Beginning to pull out of her.

She groaned a bit as he pulled out, then sighed as a steady river of cum poured out of her; "I'm gonna need to have the sheets changed tomorrow," she joked tiredly. "I'm just...tired, right now. Let's...sleep for real."

Nodding in agreement, he curled up next to her, and fell asleep almost instantly.