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Time alone was something that she was seldom able to enjoy. Kingship came with a veritable laundry list of responsibilities and duties, many of which required attention at all hours of the day, and all days of the week. If a situation arose where there was simply nothing in need of the consideration of the monarch, alarm bells sounded. Basitin history had deemed that any sense of security was false in nature, by definition.

But not today. Not for Jade Adelaide, who found herself on the leeward side of the Basidian Isles, far away from the capital and the prying eyes of its ever-scrupulous citizenry. She had left the palace early that morning, well before sunrise, and traveled the three hours to a secluded, private beach. Reserved for the use of whomever held the title of King.

What sort of King would want a private beach?

The sort who would enjoy it in a thoroughly inappropriate bikini.

And so she did, and very much so. The bathing suit in question was of course, as near to forbidden as mattered on the Basidian Isles, something she had sourced from one of the many trading ships that visited the port at the capital. An alluring sexual and feminine two piece, custom tailored for her frame. Not the sort of item that one would simply walk down to the market and purchase as one might a basket of fruit.

No, this one had required another early morning sojourn, with the fact that her seven foot plus form had so deftly evaded the eyes and ears for her guards bordering on the miraculous. Even so, had they caught her, what would have come with it?

'Yes, please move, I'm on my way to purchase a sexy bathing suit.'

She could hear herself saying it, and it brought a smile to her face. It would be quite something, possibly even worth the inevitable fallout. As it were, she'd had to settle on the flustered features of the tailor as they had measured her limbs and. . . assets, for the fitting of the material. That had been enjoyable too, even if it was a bit of the teasing side.

Though, at least in Adelaide mind, worth it. Totally worth it.

And so, she now stood, cool water lapping gently about her ankles, and salty ocean breeze upon her soft, tan fur. It was a moment she had so longed for, time away from everything else in the female basitin's life. Just her, a lone beach with a few miles of pearly white sand, and nobody else in sight. Perfect.

Perfect for a more. . private moment.

'It's been a while. . .'

Adelaide's paws fell to her thighs, rubbing up and along the outside of her well toned legs. Slowly, her fingers filtering through her fur, she settled over her hips, resting there for a moment as she swayed her posterior back and forth. A lone digit teased along the side of her bikini bottoms, briefly slipping under the fabric and sliding over her mons pubis. Just a little, just a tease for now.

Satisfied that she was indeed in the mood, she continued, her touch now tracing across her flat belly, paws slinking upwards before cupping each of her sizable breasts in turn, just below the band of her stylish bikini top. A squeeze or two for good measure, a playful pawful, and she pushed further upward, finishing with a rub along her neck and a flick of her long, flowing hair.

"Still have it. . ."

And she did. Sometimes, she needed to remind herself. A lifetime of duty, day after day of imperial events, obligations and the ever-present eyes of her charges, had left her wanting for something far simpler. A minor fact, so often forgotten.

Leader. Ruler. Warrior. But, at the end of it all, once all the nonsense and frivolities had been dealt with, Jade Adelaide was still a woman. And women get horny.

Of course, there was no imperial spouse for her, no-one picked by a council of faceless autocrats, as she had outright refused to be used as a pawn. It would be either one of her own choosing, or no-one at all. As it turns out, there had been one. Just one. Her only child had been conceived on a single passionate night shortly after she had been crowned. The basitin male in question, outwardly nothing special, a scrawny little thing, yet so daring as to climb the palace towers to meet her. That alone, and a cute, almost dorky charm, had settled the question of who she had wanted once and for all. All the warriors in the land, vying for a place by her side, couldn't compare to one simple act of single-minded affection.

It had been only a single night, and she had not seen nor heard from him since.

Her body, though, still demanded attention. Attention that Jade Adelaide had to administer herself.

Attention it was yearning for. Begging for. Screaming for.

Adelaide's paws left her neck and struck downwards towards her rump, each one slapping at, then firmly grasping one of her pert, round cheeks. She thrust her ass backwards, towards the shore, as lewdly displaying herself for some hidden audience. With a slight gyration, her tail flicking up, long and slowly, swishing side to side.

A gasp escaped the female basitin's lips. Her paws gave her rump another greedy squeeze.

"Ah!"

Her fingers, slender and feminine despite her imposing physique, found the edges of her bikini, tracing lines just under the edge of the fabric, probing deeper with each pass. She felt a heat pulse between her thighs, something that had been there since she had left the capital earlier that morning, but that had grown steadily over the hours until it burned for release.

She slipped a paw around to her front, rubbing down and over her mound. No direct contact yet, though she gave her nethers a firm press with her palm.

"Ohhhh. . ."

"Mmmmm. . . niiiiice."

She was mouthing words now, her eyelids fluttering closed. Her paws felt at her, now roaming over her body from loins to shoulders. Squeezing at her breasts, feeling down her flanks, rubbing over her rump and of course, between her legs. She felt wonderful. She felt sexy.

She fell to her knees, splashing down in the surf.

'Something . . carnal, I think. Yes. . .mmmmm, something like that.'

Hearing herself say it out loud made it seem all the naughtier, even if there was nobody but herself to appreciate the lewdness of her commentary. Adelaide sank forward, lowering herself down onto all fours and slid herself forward through the cool water, her thighs rubbing tightly past each other and she made her way onto the damp sand where the waves made their way up the shore. Lowering herself further, she pressed her chest to the ground, rump thrusting high into the air and tail flagging up. She thrust backwards again, presenting herself to that same, imaginary audience, showing herself off, putting on display her most intimate place, covered now by a single piece of cloth, illicitly purchased from a foreign trader. Framed perfectly between her ever-so-shapely legs and ass, a closer look would have shown a pronounced damp spot, were it not for the fact that she was already soaked head to toe in seawater.

Her knees parted, and with them, her thighs. A lone paw found its way rearward, rubbing the soft brown fur of the inside of her legs before again pressing over her crotch. This time, it lingered there, waiting, feeling her heat and wetness through the bikini. Her hips rocked back and forth, the action humping herself against the invading limb, pressing her sensitive flesh tightly against the fabric, labia and clit burning with need.

But of course, they needed more.

". . . more. . ."

Her voice was reduced to a whimper, full of need and dripping with aching lust. A self-fulfillment so desired, yet so often elusive, or forgone in the name of duty. Here on this beach, though, alone and without concern for shame or proper conduct, there was nothing else that the female basitin need concern herself with.

Just the insatiable urge, a fire between her legs that begged to be quenched.

Fingers.

Fingers would do.

Already lewdly presenting her hindquarters towards the shore, tail offering her no modesty as it swished above her, well and truly up and out of the way of the most glorious view of her rear, her fingers again teased along the line of the panties. Starting at her hips, she slipped them down and around, the tips tracing a line under the fabric, this time teasing directly over her slit. For a second, she paused, feeling her own wetness and warmth, wanting for all the world to furiously masturbate herself right there. It would be over in seconds if she did that, a few seconds of pleasure, followed by what would no doubt be a mind-bending orgasm, and then it would be over. That wouldn't do, this needed to be savoured.

A few quick flicks of her clit, though, were in order.

With electric jolts of pleasure now coursing through her nervous system with every touch, no matter how light of fleeting, she drew her paw back, sliding her palm one last time across her sex before resting upon her hip. Adelaide's chest was now pressed firmly into the damp sand, waves washing up and over, gently wavering about her form.

The other paw joined the first, though resting on the opposite hip.

Her thumbs hooked under the band of the bikini bottoms, pulling out and stretching the fabric.

The urge took over. It was too much.

Jade Adelaide shoved the skimpy swimwear down her hips and over her thighs, all the way to her knees. Her cunt, glistening wet with her love juice, was now bare to the air, on display for any and all to see. An imagined audience hiding in the trees just beyond the shoreline.

Or a certain special someone. A someone she missed dearly, whose cute, adorable face and cheeky grin now filled her mind.

"Ahh!"

Her fingers instantly found her lips, digging through the wet, heated fleshed before pressing about her entrance. First one, then two. A few quick circles, rubbing wantonly at her pussy, and she plunged her fingers inside her love tunnel, all the way to the knuckles. She dug in deep, curled them up, pressed as hard as she dared over that most sensitive spot inside her, her jaw hanging open as every fibre of muscle in her body tensed.

"Yes. . ."

Adelaide pulled her paw back, just a fraction of an inch, dragging her fingers out of her cunt and through her pussy lips, juice now flowing freely, dripping down her thighs. Though the occasional wave might wash her essence clean from her fur, the smell of her arousal hung thick in the air. A few more stokes through her petals and again she thrust two fingers inside herself. This time, she left them to caress her g-spot for a mere fraction of a second before moving them back, though not as far this time, not all the way out. Then, it was another thrust in, and then out. In and out. In and out.

"F. . ."

A few fleeting seconds later and her paw was a brown blur. Adelaide's hips buck and gyrated as she frantically finger-fucked her cunt, the wet sounds of the depraved act now joining her own moans of pleasure.

She growled.

Occasionally, she stopped the assault on her nethers, pulling her slick digits from her tunnel and spreading her pussy wide with her index and middle fingers. Cool air, and the odd splash of seawater kissed her lips, stealing the slightest bit of heat from her searing sex. Her intimate flesh, delicate and pink, yearned for the attention she was now so ravenously visiting upon it. Putting herself on display, spreading herself, showing off the alluring assets she still possessed, it made her feel more than sensual, more than seductive and sexy, it made her feel bad. Basitins shouldn't be bad girls, but here she was, wildly masturbating like a lusty keidran in heat.

Adelaide's fingers again sunk into her cunt, pistoning in and out at an even faster pace.

"Oh. . . yes. . ."

Faster. Harder.

"Please. . ."

Drops of her nectar started to spray from her lips.

"YES!!!"

Her free paw desperately grasped at the sand before blind need overtook the female and she thrust it between her thighs to join the first, flicking and strumming over her clit as the walls of her love tunnel clamped down on the digits embedded so warmly and wetly in her snatch. Her entire seven foot plus frame shuddered, the growl that had been resonating from her throat turning into a roar. Adelaide's body tensed even further, her hips and ass bucking and pumping back and forth as she brought herself to a crashing, crushing, completely overwhelming orgasm. Cunt juice splashed over her paws and dripped down into the seawater. Twist and gyrating brought further waves of pleasure, her paws still working both over and in her sex to ride the wave of bliss to the point of near unconsciousness.

"Oh. . . please. . .please. . ."

There was no-one to hear her plaintive begging as she hit the final crest and crashed down into the surf, rolling over onto her back and staring longingly up at the clear blue sky.

"I miss you so much."