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I take a deep breath as I leave the house. My dress is midnight blue, so that I don't draw attention. It's very late. So late, in fact, that I expect to be alone on the streets with the drunkards and beggars, but they're mostly at the outskirts of the city.
I'm headed to the throne square.
The throne festival ended last week, nobody could take the cock. A lot of people try every year, because whoever can take the cock will be the new ruler of this kingdom.
The last king died decades ago. None of his childre, neither sons nor daughters could sit on the thrones cock. We're without leader, without King or Queen.
My father forbid me from joining the masses trying to pleasure the throne-cock. He said no matter the reward, I couldn't be seen half naked, trying to fuck myseld on a cock that's too big for me anyways. I know why: he wants me to marry a nobleman like himself. Someone with lots of estates and money.
He can't stop me now. I've been waiting for this opportunity since I've been old enough to join the festival: he is on a business trip, trying to sort out some kind of trouble with his beloved vineyard in the south and he'll be gone for a few days.
My maid tried to take the cock herself but failed. She told me to have fun. But still, I'm nervous. Everyone is allowed to try sitting on the throne at any given time, the festival is just a tradition to try and lure in people from cities and towns that are further away.
Should I fail to sit on it, I want to make sure nobody sees me. So here I am, wearing a dark dress, sneaking around but I was right before: nobody is out at this time of the night. My only companions are the streetlights and the warm night air.
I'm near the throne now. The square is beautiful, decorated with flowers and banners and cloths. A warm breeze moves the big white curtains hanging above the square. A big canopy is sheltering the throne from the weather and torches are casting soft light onto the throne. I've seen it numerous times before.
The cock is half-hard now, sprouting from the seat. It's dark, obsidian and shimmering. There's nothing like it, it's beautiful. It looks every bit the magical thing it is in the soft light.
I take a deep breath when I reach it. The torches are flickering behind me, casting shadows.
I gasp when I touch the cock. It's warm, the texture is soft. I give it some experimental pumps with my hand and decide that I could need some time to get used to the idea of this big rod inside one of my holes, so I start by teasing the tip with my thumb. I can feel it twitching, but I know that this doesn't mean anything.
It's been twitching before, but nobody has ever gotten it to cum after the last true King and nobody has sat on it either since then.
I kneel down before the throne after making sure I really am alone on the square and lick the cock from where it sprouts from the seat to it's dark tip. It tastes like a shooting star: otherwordly. It's not unpleasant, so I take the tip into my mouth and start to swirl my tongue around it. I feel myself getting wet.
The cock get's harder and I start pumping the shaft with my free hands while my mouth works the tip. I try to take more of it down my throat, but I don't have a lot of practice with this kind of act. I'm not married, after all. And with a bit of luck I will never marry, either.
If I can really pull it off, if I can sit on it, I will never have to marry someone my father picks for me. I'll be the Queen. He laughed into my face when I told him that I wanted to try and said there's never been a woman on that throne. I mustn't try to do it, to avoid sullying his reputation and mine, so he can marry me off to some nobleman.
I'm practically dripping now, while worshipping the throne-cock with my mouth like this. It's rock hard and twitching, my arousal soaks my silk underwear. I want to touch myself like I've done so many times when I was alone, thinking of this moment but I decide against it.
Instead I stop sucking this glorious dick to get up.
This is the moment. I take a good look at the cock, proudly erect. I think I can even see pre-cum running down the tip and have to surpress a tiny moan. I'm sure that I can take it, it looks so good.
I turn around, hitch my dress up and push my panties to the side. I close my eyes and imagine my kingdom. I imagine myself as Queen and lower myself until I can feel the tip of the cock at my entrance. The hand that doesn't hold my dress up grabs under me to guide the cock through my slit a few times, coating it with my wetness.
And then I guide it to my opening. I mewl when the thick head psuhes into me, but I never stop my descend down onto it. The girth is stretching my hole and I make little fucking motions, going deeper every time I push down until - suddenly - it bottoms out inside of me.
I'm seated on the throne, cock all the way inside me and it feels amazing. It's thick and long and it's mine.
The cock starts to move on it's own now and there is no doubt: It's accepted me as the new Queen. It's never done anything like it before.
I try to surpress my moans, but the cock is so deep inside me, fucking up into me in short, hard strokes and soon I'm moaning and mewling loudly.
The first people are starting to wake up, looking through their windows. I see more and more windows alight with candles, people are trying to see what's happening.
I'm jostles with the hard fucking I receive, "uh uh uh". I can feel an orgasm approaching, gripping the armrest. When it crashes over me, I cry myself hoarse, eyes closing at the intense sensations inside me.
I also feel the cock releasing a load of cum into my cunt. Hot, thick spurts of it shoot into me, prolonging my own orgasm until I feel like I might black out.
Maybe I actually lost consciousness for a few moments, because when I open my eyes again, the square is full of people. They're all looking at me.
One man of the nightwatch approaches me and lifts my dress. There I am, for all to see: panties pushed aside, cock inside me sitting on the throne. I know that the cum is overflowing, dripping onto the seat. The guard rips the fabric of my dress so my pussy stays exposed to the people and then, as if on command -
the crowd erupts into cheers.
Right, I remember, I am their Queen now.
I stay seated on the throne, cock inside me, for the whole night. More and more people gather on the square and the surrounding streets to celebrate. It's as if the throne knows this, it keeps fucking me, filling me with cum so everyone can see it. As if to make sure everyone knows that I am the Queen.
I've never felt such ecstasy, I'm high from one orgasm after another and the endless cheers of people. Soon, musicians join the people on the square.
The festives last three whole days. The coronation happens before my father comes back from his trip. He joins us right as I lower myself back down onto the cock, after I receive the crown and the sceptre. He tries to get to me, but my guards hold him back.
I am the Queen. And the cock releases another load into my cunt.
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