Queen Lucy's New Boy

A gentle continental breeze blew through the open windows of the palace on an otherwise stuffy summer evening. The birds were in full voice this evening, only adding to the baroque orchestral music coming from the grand hall. Like most nights, Queen Lucy's palace was a hive of activity. Various dignitaries and diplomats danced, drank, and mingled amidst the ornate halls and ballroom of the palace. I had arrived at the palace last night and so far my second night at the palace looked a lot like my first.

I wasn't used to this level of opulence. I was the only son of the Duke of Kent, but Queen Lucy and her entire court put my family's wealth to shame. Even before my father had made the unfortunate mistake of joining in on a war against Queen Lucy, we were well aware that her kingdom was among the wealthiest in Europe.

Back in March, I had been preparing for a grand war on behalf of my nation. It is only August and yet my entire life looks so much different. The war is over and while many men perished in battle, Queen Lucy had struck a surprisingly reasonable deal with my father and the other Dukes who dared to challenge her power. In my father's case, Queen Lucy generously allowed him to maintain his ceremonial seat. In exchange, however, Queen Lucy wanted me.

The details were hazy. Why did Queen Lucy want me? All I knew was that I was dragged here against my will nearly as soon as the treaty had been signed. The first night here was a pleasant surprise. I met Queen Lucy briefly while she made her way through the adoring group of diplomats and dignitaries at the ball. Her personal maid, Matilde, had introduced me to various staff members around the palace. I met the cooks and the waiters who worked tirelessly in the smoke-filled kitchen or chilled basement preparing Queen Lucy's many feasts. Curiously, Matilde had also introduced me to a number of men who she described only as "her majesty's personal assistants". In the short time speaking to them, I had started to notice a pattern. These personal assistant were a diverse group of young men from various corners of Europe. Each of them, however, hailed from a land that had recently been conquered by Queen Lucy and her men. Warfare was never my strength but I am not a dumb man. I fell asleep the first night wondering if I would be forced to serve as one of these mysterious personal assistants.

Tonight, my suspicions were proven right. The feast ended after seven and the nightly ball began shortly thereafter. Last night, I watched Queen Lucy and company dance and drink well into the early morning hours. Tonight was different. It couldn't have been more than an hour into the ball when Matilde approached me. "John, Her majesty has requested your presence in her chamber," she explained. "Would you care to follow me?"

I was surprised by this early departure from the ball, but it made some sense to me. As silly as it sounds, dancing and drinking every night surely took a toll. Queen Lucy was probably just looking to turn in early for the evening.

For the first time, Matilde walked me up the regal staircases that popped with ruby-red carpets and gold accents along the handrail. This was Queen Lucy's private floor and my heart skipped a beat or two just at the notion of being allowed to enter the most important part of the palace. Matilde led me into a small, fairly plain room just off to the side of Queen Lucy's private longue. I could tell from the average wooden interior of this small room that the Queen never spent any time in here. This was surely a servant's room.

To my surprise, we were not alone in this room. Pau, the Catalan man who I had met the previous night, was in the process of disrobing. His shirt was folded nicely on the floor, exposing his tan and athletic chest. Just as I was about to enquire as to why Pau was undressing, Matilde's soft voice spoke up. "Please take off your clothes. After you are done, you and Pau will wait for her Majesty in her personal lounge," she ordered.

I expected Matilde to leave after giving such an instruction, but instead she stood in the far corner of the room. As I pulled my beige wool shirt over my chest, I voiced my displeasure at her continued presence. "Would it be possible to have some privacy, please?" I asked politely.

Never raising her voice above a soft volume, Matilde rejected my response. "You would be wise to become comfortable with your nudity. That is why her Majesty wanted you, of course."

A little panic set in when I processed her words. Queen Lucy had reached that deal with my father so that I could becoming her latest sex servant. I stood still in a daze for a moment contemplating my situation. How would I be able to succeed in this role? Have I been reduced to nothing but a sex toy? Eventually, something or someone startled me back to life. Pau was naked now. His tan manhood hung softly in front of me.

Stepping out of my own pants, I soon joined him in my nudity. Side by side, it was clear the differences in us. His skin tone reflected the intense sun that fell year around on Catalonia while my complexion recalled the terminal grey winters of the English countryside. I didn't know anything about Pau's background, but his fairly muscular frame suggested a more rigorous military training regime than what I had been subjected to back in Kent.

"Go out into the longue. Her Majesty could be here any moment now," Matilde responded.

With that order in mind, Pau and I walked out into the small but ornate longue. A long, off-white couch dominated the geography of the room and I had no doubt that Queen Lucy would soon wish to sit upon it. Before I had the chance to ask any questions to Pau, he fell to his knees in front of the empty couch. I soon joined him on the floor. He had clearly done this dozens of times before and I knew that I would be wise to simply follow his lead.

Soon, the sound of Queen Lucy's footsteps became audible to the both of us. She was approaching. The footsteps got louder and louder until she became visible in the frame of the door. Walking to the couch, Queen Lucy shot a playful smile in Pau's direction. She stopped walking and eventually stood right in front of where Pau and I were kneeling. Without waiting for more than a few seconds, Queen Lucy snapped her fingers loudly.

Pau stood up quickly and I awkwardly followed suit. I didn't know what was going on but Pau clearly understood the sign. He reached across to her dress but Queen Lucy gently pushed his hand away. "Not tonight, Pau. I want my new boy to undress me," she said as she glanced longingly in my direction.

My nerves were obvious for all to see. Her beauty and her power overwhelmed me. I could barely stomach the courage to look her in the eyes as she talked to me. I didn't have the slightest idea on how to start undressing such a regally dressed woman. Thankfully, she helped me out this time by turning around so that the back of her forest green dress faced me. My trembling fingers soon began trying to untie the various knots that held her dress in place. Just when I thought that I had figured it out, a new knot would emerge for me to untie.

"I would like to be undressed by sunrise," she remarked with the slightest of laughs. Although I was going as fast as my unskilled fingers would allow me to go, this task was obviously taking longer than usual for her.

"Yes, your Majesty. I am trying my best," I responded meekly. Soon after this comment, I finally finished untying the last of the knots. Letting go, I let her dress fall to her feet. The most powerful woman in Europe was topless now.

Turning once more, Queen Lucy lowered herself onto the couch and lifted her smooth legs into the air. "Hopefully my underwear will be easier for you," she remarked with a knowing smirk.

It didn't take long for me to help Queen Lucy remove the thin underwear from her hips. I tried my hardest not to stare up at her bare tits as I tugged the underwear down her outstretched legs. Anything that could distract me from removing the underwear wouldn't be helpful at this juncture.

At long last, Queen Lucy was nude. I stepped back from the couch and returned to my original kneeling position alongside Pau. As soon as I did, however, I heard Queen Lucy speak up. "Where are you going? Do you think I just wanted you to undress me and nothing more? Come pleasure me with your tongue," she ordered.

I gulped. I was not experienced in pleasuring a woman with my tongue. In my teenage years, I had occasionally pleasured a servant of my father's whom I had engaged in a secret relationship with. However, in each of those cases, the focus had been primarily on my pleasure. The poor servant had never worked up the courage to tell me how to properly please her.

Nevertheless, I didn't keep Queen Lucy waiting. I crawled quickly towards her as she parted her legs. It was a sight to behold. Even as she exposed her entire body for me, the subtle shine of the silver crown that rested atop her tied-up hair was a stark reminder that she was always in charge.

Nervously, I began to kiss around her womanhood. Light auburn strands of pubic hair surrounded me as I planted gentle kisses on her skin. "You don't need to tease me. Please pleasure me now," she said. Her voice was calm but stern. I knew better than to disappoint her. I quickly run my tongue over the folds of her womanhood before focusing my attention on her aroused clit. I press the tip of my tongue ever so slightly against her clit as I begin to lick her. Queen Lucy lets out a low moan.

As I grow more comfortable lightly licking her clit, I start to put a bit more pressure onto my licks. This added pressure instantly causes my jaw to ache but I know that I will soon get used to this feeling.

Everything about pleasuring Queen Lucy is overpowering. Her strong, feminine scent flows through my nose. Her wetness sticks onto my cleanly shaven chin. Even the noise of the orchestra downstairs fades away as her moaning gets louder.

"Be a good boy and suck on it for me," she says. As she speaks, I feel her hand against my smooth brown hair. Queen Lucy isn't physically strong enough to actually hold me down into her womanhood but the presence of her hand on my head is a poignant symbol of her power. I better not let up.

In my limited previous experiences giving pleasure with my mouth, I had never thought to actually take her clit fully into my mouth. As I take Queen Lucy's clit into my mouth, I feel my cock growing fully erect.

Queen Lucy contorts her fair face in pleasure while I gently suck her clit. Although she hasn't specifically told me that she is enjoying my work, her low grunts tell me that I'm doing alright for a relative beginner.

I keep sucking on her clit. My concept of seconds, minutes, and time disappears the longer that I spend pressed up against the Queen's most intimate areas. Soon, her low grunts turn into louder moans of pleasure. Her thighs begin to press more consistently into the sides of my head. My neck is sore and my jaw is tired. I need a break but I cannot stop now.

Her orgasm arrives soon. It's power is worthy of such a powerful woman. The crown nearly falls from her head as she loses control of her body. Her thighs quiver, her toes curl, and her body bucks wildly against my face. In desperation, I grasp onto her hips in order to keep my face right where it needs to be.

I don't know how long her orgasm lasted. I'm too focused on her clit to notice how long she's been cumming for. As soon as her body starts to relax once more, I feel her hand move from the top of my head onto my forehead. Gently, she pushes me away from her body.

"That was very good. I knew my deal with your father was wise," she exclaimed as she caught her breath. I reach up to wipe her womanly juices from my face but something stops me. Maybe she wouldn't have cared, but I don't want to risk getting on Queen Lucy's bad side when I've just given her an orgasm. Instead, I decided to wear her wetness on my face as I crawl back to kneel beside Pau.

"Thank you for the pleasure, your Majesty," I remark quietly.

I don't know what response I expected, but I'm surprised when I hear Queen Lucy speak again. "Pau, it is your turn," she says.

I sit in awe as I watch Pau take my place. I've done most of the preparation and Pau knows it. He wastes no time in burying his face deep into Queen Lucy's pussy. Within a minute or two, I am presented with a spectator's view to yet another majestic orgasm.

I expected to see Queen Lucy push Pau away as she had done to me in the immediate afterglow of her climax. This time, however, she has another request. "Are you ready to fuck your Queen?" she asks, looking down into Pau's dreamy brown eyes. Pau nods eagerly before standing up and arranging himself onto the couch. The length and girth of cock surpasses mine so I'm not surprised that she has desired to feel his cock instead of mine. My own erection, however, points longingly out at Queen Lucy and Pau.

Queen Lucy faces me as Pau positions himself behind her on the couch. He begins to slowly thrust his hips into the Queen's. I watch closely as his manhood slides in and out of her pussy.

"Welcome to your new life," she says to me with a playful grin. "It's actually more pleasurable than you probably expected."

As I listen to Pau's cock slowly fuck her toward tonight's third orgasm, I know that her words are true. I was born to become the next Duke of Kent. In this moment, however, all that matters to me is her juices that coat my face and her gorgeous moans of pleasure that fill my ears. My new life was off to a wild start.