Meet Me at the Throne (Patreon Extreme)
The streets of Rawrstokka were common with horses and carts, various citizens pulling hauls to their shops from the field or simply going about their business and walking on the street. It was a large, stonework city that many often viewed as the epitome of culture and technology of the realm. This was where scholars came to learn, for merchants to peddle their goods, and for anyone to come to for a second chance at life. It was a wall-less city, the expertly trained military that it housed was enough of a deterrent for any foreign invaders, not to mention that the city stood as a beacon of exclusivity, it had many other kingdoms that would gladly lend their aid to any conflict.
Morrow had lived in this city all her life. Born of a husky farmer and his dalmatian wife, she had worked the nearby fields until she had come of age to be married, from which she had, though short lived as it was due to her husband catching a ravenous infection that took him. During her personal awakening she found that she had become quite lust filled and took up a job at one of Rawrstikka's many brothels. She fucked thirty men a day since she was twenty years old and not a second went past that she didn't love it.
She had eventually become a manager of the other whores and was seen as a somewhat motherly figure, caring for the other women like they were her own sisters. It was for her prowess on the matter of pleasuring her constituents that she was sought out by the queen's clerics. They came to her brothel and it was there that this message was relaid, and thus she was on her way to the queen's throne room.
She had ascended the flight of towering stairs that marked the entrance of the grand keep that housed the city's beloved king and queen. It was here that she would service her matriarch. Or at least, that's what she had thought. The mixed dog woman made her way through the various large halls of the castle, and it was plain to see that she was going the right away.
Many of the queen's clerics populated the portions of the keep and they only grew in number the closer to the throne room one became. They were all easily distinguishable and even recognizable. Each person, though very different in species and stature, were all hermaphrodites. Morrow knew this because it was the dress code of the clerics to wear a robe that was purposely made so that the draped cloth didn't cover the front of the groin, from which male genitals spilled forth.
She often found herself licking her lips as she walked past them. She counted herself lucky that it was unlikely that any of them would have seen the hawty gesture, as their hoods were drawn over their heads. Limp horse cocks bounced between thighs, hefty canid and feline balls nestled underneath sheaths, various reptiles portrayed simple slits that held their own dicks. There wasn't a single species's manhood that she didn't see while she made her way to the throne room, which only made sense.
Everyone in the city knew it, the reason for all of the clerics that were under the queen's rule were hermaphrodites was because the queen herself shared the exact same trait. It was surely meant for Morrow to be the one that got the queen to cum, and who else better than the best fuck in the entirety of Rawrstokka? She was actually very honored by the fact.
The canine woman rounded the final corner of the hallway that lead to the throne room, a massive set of wooden doors baring her way, along with a small faction of guards that stood before it. Clerics that were closest to the queen wore armor along with their robes and held aloft massive polearms that they could swing with ease. Truly those few that were outside the door to the throne room seemed to be Amazonians. Still, their genitals were fully in the open, peeking out through a wide part in each of their armored suits.
As Morrow came closer, one particular cleric stepped out from the group and approached. She stood several feet from the double doors and made a gesture of pulling back the hood from her head. A gleaming feline face was revealed, her tan fur shimmering in the allowed light of the day. She offered a friendly smile to the newcomer.
"Hello, I am Morrow Ravere, I am the head mistress at the Sandstepe brothel. I am answering a summons from Commander Hawk?" she asked, staring up at the large herm.
"Yes!" the cleric in front of her boomed. "I am Commander Hawk. It's good to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Ravere." She offered her gauntlet covered paw, of which Morrow happily accepted. The feline turned her paw over and kissed the back of it. "We are very glad you made it as quickly as you did, we were concerned it might be a day or two, if you even accepted the summons."
"Well, no right minded woman would ever decline a summons from the queen," Morrow giggled and withdrew her paw. "And someone of even less sound mind wild dilly dally around with arriving."
"Hah!" the commander laughed like thunder, her voice bouncing from the stone walls. "I wish some of my clerics were as dedicated as you. Very good!" she complimented with a grin.
The canine giggled and cleared her throat. "While it has been nice to make your acquaintance, commander, I really should be going on to meet the queen."
"Oh, your business isn't with the queen," the feline clarified quickly. "What we need of you is something that is...a tad bit more difficult to accomplish," she explained and rubbed at the back of her neck. Her tone of voice and body language had immediately turned from something of confidence to something of being nervous.
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