Rianna strolled through the grand hallways of the estate, her mind swirling with the recent events. Gretchen and Nelumbo trailed behind her, noting the unmistakable distress etched on the Queen's face.
'What is wrong with me? I couldn't even walk straight. My legs felt so weak and jelly-like... I hope no one noticed. I couldn't embarrass myself like that. It would be a sign of weakness. And if any nobles saw that, they would take advantage of me and the Kingdom,' the Queen thought, concerned as her clit was still vibrating a bit due to her womanhood being healed to its former glory.
"My Queen, are you alright?" Nelumbo asked.
"Y-Yes. I'm fine," Rianna fibbed, reluctant to confide in her two personal attendants.
"You don't look fine, my Queen," Gretchen added.
"I'm just tired from the stress of work. That's all," Rianna said, brushing the topic off as if it was a trivial matter, but her red cheeks said otherwise.
Nelumbo and Gretchen sensed that something was amiss but wisely chose to remain silent, all too aware of their Queen's fiery temperament.
As they got close to her room, the Queen's clit was tingling and aching for her attention. But she resisted and waited until she was alone in her room before she could play with her womanhood and deal with her annoying urges.
Entering the room, the three women accompanied Queen Rianna as she gracefully seated herself on the ornate bed.
"Please leave me alone. I wish to relax," the Queen stated.
Gretchen looked at Lady Nelumbo, who had a concerned look on her face.
"My Queen, please tell us what is wrong. We have always been your closest confidants. Please tell us if we should contact the doctor," Nelumbo pleaded, worried about her Queen.
"I'm okay, Nelumbo. Please leave now; I need some alone time—I mean, I need to rest," the Queen ordered firmly.
Rianna desperately longed for solitude, aching to shield her inner turmoil from prying eyes.
"Okay, my Queen," Gretchen replied, and she bowed to the Queen before leaving the room with Nelumbo.
"We'll be on standby outside if you need anything, my Queen," Nelumbo stated as she closed the door.
Rianna maintained her regal composure, refusing to acknowledge them as she waited for them to disappear from view. She wanted to play with her vagina so badly that she almost started doing it in front of them. But her royal training kept her in check.
After a moment or two, the Queen rose from her bed and strode purposefully to the door, securing it with a decisive click.
Her face glowed with a blush, but it wasn't the usual hint of shyness or embarrassment. This was a flush of passion and longing, an undeniable sign of her inner desire.
'Y-You're better than this, Rianna. You have to be...' she told herself. But her clitoris sent a signal to her brain. Her proper royal demeanor crumbled under the influence of her womanhood. She looked at her bed, which was ten feet away, and if she could get there, then maybe she could calm down.
She took one step, then another, "Mm!" she moaned, and her legs became wobbly once more. Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing with the desire to be filled with cock. She had to touch it, but it was unladylike to do so, and the Queen did not want to give in.
"I'll never succumb to lust... That's what that Dark Elf wants me to do. But she is wrong... I will never—Mm~!" She tried to keep her composure, but her clit was buzzing so much that her whole body was getting turned on. The Queen couldn't stand there, and she stumbled over to her bed.
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