A Queen's Repose

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Queen Olivia IV of the house of Capet, Duchess and most venerable ruler of Lerania strode through her palace's terrace. The sun's rays graced the monarch's scales; the feeling was pleasant to the cold-blooded alligator. She listened to the sounds of the breeze as it rolled over the edges of her multi-story hanging gardens. Wind billowed the edge of her robe as she entered the courtyard of her estate.

The loose garment was a simple thing for a creature as magnificent and regal as she. Her white cotton was such that it matched the purity of the crown. It was a far cry from the lavishly coloured finery of the Royal House, but the robe was part of Olivia's monthly ritual.

Her clawed feet clacked against the polished granite tiling; the tik-tik-tik sound echoed softly through the opulent hall. By the doorway to her private chambers stood two hulking, battle-scarred guards. The imposing men snapped to attention upon the sight of their Queen and silently bowed with their tails curled upwards. Olivia gave them a regal nod in thanks as the two pulled open the fortified doors with drilled precision and entered.

The walls on either side of her held tapestries displaying the House of Capet's coat of arms in vivid detail, but they were merely a side attraction to the room's main feature—an entire wall made of glass. It had taken months to find someone capable of making them but it had all been worth it. The floor-to-ceiling windows rivaled the local cathedral with the quality and size of its panes. The breathtaking view never ceased to impress: up close, it held an unobstructed view of the lush, verdant grounds of her home. From afar it transformed into immaculate clouds floating across an ocean blue sky. A moving, living mural.

Reflecting off the gold inlay moulding of the vaulted ceiling and walls, sunshine filled the room with an amber glow. But one of many sections of the royal house—such extravagance was the reward for her empire's conquests. Yet, what was most beautiful of all sat in the middle of the room: a grandiose chaise longue.

Olivia double-checked that the door behind her was closed. Her privacy assured, the alligator cast off the robe and let it fall to the floor in a messy heap. The polished scales of her resplendent body were bare to the world, complimented with the ceremonial golden jewelry she wore. Large golden bracelets clung to her wrists, a series of layered, intricately jewel-encrusted necklaces ran from her neck and sat just above her breasts. A chain of gold was suspended from her shoulders, the rings outlining her bust before looping around her waist. The outfit fashioned the monarch akin to a timeless symbol of fertility.

Some would call her shapely, Junoesque, but in Olivia's mind she was something more. She was a Queen , divine and larger than life; her body deserved to be as big and magnificent as the empire she reigned over. A monarch should, after all, exemplify her people. Thus, it was becoming of a woman such as herself to be emblematic of the vast wealth of her kingdom.

She deserved to eat well, and that was precisely what she did.

It was no secret the Queen enjoyed the palace's banquets and the growing plumpness of her frame did not go unnoticed by her royal court. Olivia loved how she had become over the years since assuming the throne, free to be as self-indulgent as she wished. Gods, how fantastically liberating such a thing was! She was proud of the liberal padding that filled out her curves; enamored with the eye-catching plushness of her body which accentuated the womanly grace of her hips. And, it wasn't just her either. Olivia saw how the eyes of guards and viceroys wandered, desperately wishing for the privilege of bedding such a body. She reveled in the way they became bewitched by her ample frame and natural, curvaceous beauty. It was invigorating; and their leering fueled their monarch's confidence. She ran a hand across the contour of her hip, sampling the ample fat of her thigh.

'Like a goddess among mortals,' she grinned. Her attention turned once more towards the object of her desires. Designed with comfort in mind, the sturdy piece looked large enough to accommodate her size and then some. It was a marvel of craftsmanship, one she paid handsomely for, but money was hardly an object. Contrasting the divan's rich, scarlet, fabric were the golden sculptures along its headrest. The tapered backing made space for her tail while also allowing stacked cushions to be rested upon. Excitement flowered inside Olivia's bosom and mounted with every step she took towards the awaiting reclined throne.

Despite her immense bulk, the chaise longue didn't make so much a sound when the alligator sat atop it. Olivia laid back and sprawled across the expansive bed, propped herself up on a gentle angle, and let out a relieved, hissing sigh as her weight sank into thick cushioning. A bit of pride touched her as she looked down and realized she occupied the divan entirely. “Soon I'll have to get a bigger one," she mused jovially while testing the luxuriant fabric by squeezing it between her fingers.

She spent a moment reclining like a proud lion, appraising her own body. Olivia traced the swell of her growing waistline, giving it a gentle smack, and delighting in how the shock rippled across her belly. Her breasts didn't escape her attention either. She cupped her enormous breasts within her palms and beamed; they felt bigger than before. The two, fatty globes were unbelievably hefty too; sat heavily atop the shelf of her belly as they gave to earth's subtle pull and parted. She gave one a playful squeeze, shuddering as it readily swallowed her fingers to the knuckle, and let it drop—their sumptuous jiggling continued well after landing. How much more would they grow in the coming months? She restlessly smacked her tail against the edge of the seat. Excitement smoldered into outright desire the longer she played with her latest gains. She couldn't take the wait any longer.

“Alright.." she rumbled aloud before raising a hand. She snapped once and the smaller side entrances to the room flung open. Out from the secondary chambers of her court came an assortment of servants and, unlike the lounging monarch, they were all human.

A Queen's life was hard, full of trying emergencies and stressful parleys. She had long ago decided she deserved some time to herself every so often; a chance to indulge in the privileges befitting her title and to satisfy her desires.

Olivia projected a welcoming aura toward her loyal helpers. She had to commend them, they only gawked for a moment before assuming a professional air.

Inwardly, she had to tamp down her bubbling enthusiasm, her eyes were drawn towards their hands. Humans were recent vassals to the empire, their small stature and lack of natural armor drew skepticism to their usefulness. The difference in size was amusing to Olivia. The tallest among those assembled before the alligator were just able to reach her bosom. She figured she weighed more than them all put together. Had they been her own kind, the poor things would look starved.

But humans had something that made their species special—something irresistible in her eyes—they were warm-blooded. Sublimely so.

“You may begin," she rumbled with a slow, sweeping gesture across her body, heart thrumming in elation as the team obediently set to work. Two servants with large brushes disappeared behind her seat and positioned themselves before her heavy tail; a third stood directly behind her. The last two remained by her side, gently smiling as they gazed upon their Queen.

Olivia let out a pleased huff while the ones with the brushes scooped her tail into their arms and began grooming it. Her fat tail twitched with delight as the coarse bristles met its shining scales. They scratched all her hard-to-reach places at once; the sensation was heavenly. She hummed as a brush edged towards the base of her tail; the feeling crackling across her being like static.

“Oooh... yesss. Right there" she hissed. A third, smaller brush joined its brothers, and gently roamed across the crown of her head in smooth circles. Vibrations and subtle tickles massaged at Olivia's scalp. Tranquil breathing turned into throaty rumbling, the sound not unlike a cougar's purr. She glanced at the remaining two with a coy gleam in her eyes, beckoning them with a finger, and licking her teeth..

The servants' dutifully massaged her, their smooth palms meeting the soft scale of her underbelly. Olivia had to stifle the urge to moan as she was immediately awash in delicious warmth. “Gods…" she slurred, leaning back to show the two of them more of her belly in an act of unabashed desire.

It was salacious, hedonistic, but the monarch didn't care, it felt far too good.

“M-more~" she cooed, melting into the cradling pillows. Her pleasured growls grew louder from the wonderful hands rubbing over her doughy belly. Weeks of stress and tension melted away as they palmed over the curve of her middle, firmly massaging the supple dome. Under such expert attention, Olivia could hardly contain herself; a breathy moan tumbling from her lips as a masseuse roamed towards her flank and boldly squeezed one of her budding love handles. A lightning strike of temptation flashed inside the monarch and she shot the fair-skinned woman an undeniably hungry look. The woman didn't flinch, instead turning away to massage at Olivia's thighs and flaunting her pert derriere. It only tempted the Queen all the more. There was no mistaking it, the unabashed vixen knew full well what she was doing.

It would be so easy to reach out and return the favor sevenfold and there was absolutely no one that would stop her. Olivia could already imagine the sounds the human would make as she rolled atop of her; the masseuse's lustful pleas for mercy, and the look in the human's eyes as she dominated her. Oh yes, the randy little thing would like that, wouldn't she?

The monarch's heartbeat thundered as she took a deep breath and steeled herself. Being rash would ruin the fun planned for later. No, She had plenty of time to enjoy this she promised herself; there was just so much of her left to please. So grand was she that, after several long minutes, the two had only just reached towards her bust.

The room continued to fill with the melody of Olivia's self-indulgence. By the time the team massaged at her bosom, she could hardly think straight. Sweet libation poured from their palms and pooled inside her very core. Her toes curled as she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, too subsumed in the glory of it all to care. She basked in the sensation of her servants' soft, gentle hands as they kneaded deep into the inches upon inches of adipose. Smooth fingertips traced the ridges of her scales and orgasmically sank into marshmallowy majesty. The brushing behind her had stopped, replaced with rhythmic presses. The gator giggled, she'd become so plump that even the underside of her tail was pliable and spongy. The heat of their presence radiated into the base of it and she considered turning over to let them massage her back, but couldn't summon the energy to move.

Once the humans were deep into their routine, only then came Olivia's favourite part...When she had first devised this ritual, she instructed her housekeeper to compose her team of caretakers from the most experienced in the Royal House. All, except a single servant from the junior staff roster.

'They're always the most enjoyable' she mused. The alligator languidly scanned the surrounding crowd, looking for who among them it could be; the answer was none other than the one closest to her.

He was a young-looking thing with an adorable boyish charm, complete with a look of awe on his face as he gazed upon her. It was flattering, really. She watched him try to copy the female servant in massaging his Royal Majesty's tummy. Those eyes of his drank in her figure, the young man loving the way her softness yielded to him. He froze upon noticing her gaze, suddenly looking unsure, and that sealed Olivia's decision.

'Oh yes, he'll do nicely,' she thought. She reached and held his arm, giggling as he didn't dare move. The man looked up with wide eyes. She flashed the servant a toothy smile, like a cat who'd caught a mouse.

Perfect.

“Relax...you're doing...a fine job," she murmured, a quiver trembling through her at the contact of her palm against the flushed heat of his arm. His star-struck expression was delightful, exactly as she wanted from this little game of hers.

“T-thank you, Your Majesty…" he whispered and made to resume his massage.

She stopped him. “Mmmhh, I have a better idea... come closer, servant. Your Queen has another task for you." The young man looked puzzled but obeyed all the same.

His confusion turned to surprise as Olivia presented one of her sumptuous breasts within her palm, the massive orb spilling over her hand. She bounced it slowly, enjoying the way the dear followed it with enraptured eyes. It was as if he'd come under a witch's charm. Olivia smirked, she couldn't blame the servant... how else was one to react to an offering as divine as hers?

Kneeled before her, the difference in size meant he needed both arms to even lift it. Clever man he was, the servant rested his elbow against the cushion and cradled her bosom, adamant in rubbing her belly with his free hand. Cute and dedicated to his job, what more could she ask for?

She flashed a smug smile as the servant gave himself to her embrace. Olivia cupped the back of his head and teemed with anticipation. She could already feel the heat of his face on the sensitive flesh of her teat as she guided him towards her mouth-watering breast.

His hot breath stoked the embers of her arousal, it was agony waiting for those pouty lips to finally seal around her tit, but the deluge of warmth that followed was rapturous. She couldn't hold out for a moment longer. The titanic gator suddenly pulled him tight against her middle and draped him over one of her thunderous thighs. She squeezed him in her possessive hold and her mind grew fuzzy with euphoria. The heat of hands and lips were one thing, but to have so much of his skin flush with her's? It was mind-numbingly intense, as if she'd jumped into a hot spring.

She lolled her head back into the waiting bristles and let loose a throaty bellow. The bassy sound reverberated and rattled the servant she smothered with her tender mounds. Her vivacious cries encouraged him further and he lavish her with electrifying kisses. She squirmed in ecstasy as he grew confident in massaging her body, his hands tracing the contours of her leathery underbelly. She maneuvered him into a more comfortable hold, shuddering as more of his inner flame met her bare scales. The masseur engrossed himself in his work and gleefully explored the curves of her corpulent body. Olivia gripped his hair as he roughly squeezed a handful of her generously padded paunch, the buttery-dough yielding to his inquisitive fingers in a way that set her nerves alight.

She'd have to catch this one's name for her next 'session'

The constant stimulation made her crave him in other ways. Stricken with the sudden desire to satisfy her more carnal needs, she took his hand into hers and coaxed it towards her groin.

She knew she shouldn't engage in such depravity—but who was she beholden to?

The Queen parted her supple thighs. Panting and wild-eyed, another barrage of orgasmic kisses graced her areola. At her beck and call, the servant lowered himself from her full-figured chest. Olivia quivered as her belly was used like a cushion, subject to the combined sensation of his cheek against her navel, and his fingertips touching the steamy folders of her nethers. He needed no further instruction. A lusty cry trembled from her body, her tail spasming as he experimentally spread her honeypot between his digits. Olivia hadn't a second to catch her breath before he plunged them inside. The Queen's breath hitched at the raw, unadulterated bliss that penetrated her to her core. It was panacea, a pleasure so great it was intoxicating. Her servant was inexperienced; his ministrations awkward in his excitement, but the feverish worshiping of her depths felt unworldly.

Olivia considered taking him to her private chambers and educating him properly. Perhaps in repayment he'd act as her heating pad for the night. Or would she rather him as her pillow, settled beneath her belly every night as she wished? He was the perfect size for her. She would decide later.

Instead, Olivia closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. Her hips bucked in slow, erotic rolls against the sensuous motion of his fingers as she grew undone under the unending waves of ecstasy that rippled across every inch of her body. She imagined that handsome face nestled between her thunderous thighs. Her claws would play with his hair as he proved just how he appreciated the honour of being by her bedside.

Then there was that saucy vixen. Oh, how she would have fun with her. Her ample bottom gyrated as she imagined she was burying the woman's face beneath her massive rump. Olivia could almost feel her body's fruitless squirms beneath her, her rocking wedging the woman's head deeper between her callipygian cheeks. Amid the flurry of her fantasies, someone squeezed at her tail and another wanton bellow rang out from her throat that echoed across the room's vaulted ceiling. She lifted him by the armpits, pulled the man's face beneath her heaving chest, and climaxed again—there'd be many more in the next few hours.

It was good to be Queen.