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Her mother knelt down to look her in the eye. "Those aren't people, dear, those are Men - Slave-men, we call them… they work the fields." The mother paused, letting the little girl absorb the meaning of the scene before them. "Thousands of years ago Men were� not the dumb creatures you see here today," she continued."In fact, they ruled Elysia just as Queen Morgana does today. But they were bad, and were always causing fighting and unhappiness. In the end they caused so much fighting with such terrible weapons almost everyone in the redhead world died... and when the distant� ancestor of Queen Morgana began to rebuild the world� She realized Men were not fit to rule. In Her wisdom, She knew they were only fit for being beasts of labor, working at menial tasks that suit their strength and endurance. So� She began a long process of breeding men to be the useful beasts they are today." � "But be careful, they are strong and willful, and can be dangerous!" Dawn was slowly flowing over the land of Elysia, and the light struck sparks from the golden roof of the high towers of Queen Morgana's castle. On the highest balcony, the Queen stood looking out over her land. Below, she saw the women of the kitchen staff bustling about the courtyard, and her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of a Scullery Maid hurrying across the courtyard to the stables. She looked out over the rooftops and saw the first of the slavemen being led out of the stables into the fields, their leadropes held firmly by the husky fieldwomen. The slavemen stumbled along, their blinders and shackles preventing them from taking full steps. Morgana's attention was drawn back to the courtyard, as the Scullery Maid's hourglass figure disappeared through a door into the Milking Room attached to the stables. Morgana shifted uneasily as the sight of the Maid's ample curves caused the first pangs of a familiar ache deep inside her... she felt the first slow flow of wetness start the maddening friction of her pussy lips and clitoral hood that kept her in a state of arousal Hardcore through most of her waking hours. She suddenly turned and strode from the balcony into her sumptuous quarters. She almost ran to the huge bed that dominated the room and ripped the covers off the sleeping form that was in it... the face of the very young serving girl thus exposed underwent a lightning change from annoyance at being so rudely woken to a sly, anticipating hunger as she saw Morgana ass towering over her. Her Queen, shrugging off her robe, straddled the girl's angular body and began to rub her swelling pussy against the serving girl's belly and budding breasts, while kissing her deeply. The serving girl's hand darted between her own legs and slipped inside her haven to ready herself. close up Her eyes closed as she felt her head pulled roughly up by her hair, and her mouth was covered by her Queen's now-sopping pussy. Morgana rutted against the serving girl's lips and tongue for a long moment, and then she reached for a tiny, chased silver and gold cup on the bedside table. She slipped off the tightly fitting cover, and a faint wisp of vapor wafted out. The Queen pulled back from the serving girls face, and the serving girl laid back and pulled her knees high up to her chest, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. Morgana dipped her finger into the cup and brought out a fingertip coated with the last drops of a shimmering, viscous fluid. The product of centuries of research and refinement by the by the Court Alchemists of generations of ruling Queens of Elysia, the precious liquid made her fingertip burn with its magic. Distilled from hundreds of carefully harvested orgasms of a few well-chosen slaveman stallions, the liquid held the power to (if only temporarily) satisfy the overwhelming lust that was burning between Morgana's thighs. Taking a deep breath, she carefully applied the fluid to her nubby, swollen little clit and her eyes, along with the serving girl's, riveted to that small bud of flesh. The familiar shivering, electric vibration traveled from Morgana's extremities up into her torso and concentrated into a ball of heat deep in her belly, and she gave a long drawn out wail as her clit began to swell, harden and extend itself. Like a slow-motion movie of a flower unfolding, her clit became a full, thick, seven-inch penis, crowned by a sharp-ridged deep red head that quivered with sexual power and lust. The serving girl cried out, "Please, your Majesty, fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me please!!" and sensuously writhed her hips toward her Queen in invitation. Morgana grasped one of the serving girl's small hands in each of hers and pinned them to the bed. She positioned herself above the delicate pink lips of the offered pussy and roughly thrust her rock-hard cock/clit deep inside. Morgana began a deep, Big Boobs slow grinding fucking that pushed her rigid flesh deep into the serving girl until she pressed against the limits of the young but experienced womanhood and then pulled out until the head, shinning with wetness, just cleared the puffy gaping lips, before stabbing deep again. Queen Morgana continued this pounding rhythm like a machine, her eyes tightly closed and her face wearing a tight expression of complete concentration. Inwardly she was consumed by the sensation of penetrating the serving girl's hot, tight slit over and over. A treat that would be amazing. My sister-wife stroked up and down the polished shaft. She could fuck me with that long tongue.” Her butt-cheeks jiggled. 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