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Wow, sorry for the long wait. Life happened. This has been sitting in my google drive for months now, just needed edited. Here’s chapter 2! It’s getting a little steamy now… It gets even steamier later, trust me. This is a slow burn…

If you haven’t yet, I suggest giving [Chapter 1]( a read!

# The Queen and Her Servant

**Chapter 2: Serving Hand**

The next morning I almost believed what had happened the night before was a dream.

“What were you out so late for last night?” Came a voice from the cot below mine.

“Nothing, Hashish! Just… servicing the Queen as usual.”

“Hmph, well while you were ‘servicing the Queen’” began Hashish in the tone of an exasperated friend. “I had to pick up your slack in the kitchen. You’re not the Queen’s personal hand, you know. You can tell her you have other duties in the palace.”

The term ‘personal hand’ brought back memories that made me flush.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I said after a moment.

“Come on.” Said Hashish with a groan, sitting up in his cot. “The day’s already broken, we should get going before the ‘God of Flatulence’ himself starts gassing off.”

I chuckled at the irreverent title he had bestowed upon the High Priest so many years ago.

Out in the servant’s hall the buzz of activity was slowly coming to life. I hastily made for the kitchen, but the raking voice of the High Priest, the Servant Master, stopped me.

“You! Servant boy!”

“Yes master.” I said as I hastily turned around. I bowed clumsily in my imbalance.

“You were past curfew last night!” He said sternly. His nose poised upward. “Explain yourself!”

“I was… I was servicing the Queen in her chambers. She requested it directly.” I said slowly.

“Servicing? And what kind of ‘servicing’ was it that made you so late?”

I tried hard not to blush. I chose my words carefully.

“I was helping her Majesty… with an intellectual inquiry.” I grimaced at my choice of words. That made no sense at all.

“An ‘intellectual inquiry?’” His voice seemed to strangle at the absurdity. “If she had desired such she would have called on myself, a teacher, or at the very least one of her many poets.” He seemed to regurgitate this last word.

I kept my head bowed.

“I did not feign to understand her mind, master. I simply answered the questions she pressed upon me.”

The priest sighed sharply. “Very well. You may resume your duties. Next time the Queen requests a service, do the right thing and offer her the best person for the job. Understand?”

“Yes master. I will master.”

“Mph.” The rotund man jostled off, and I hurried to the kitchen.

Later that night, as I was cleaning the kitchen from dinner, one of the Queen’s personal servant girls approached me. This was immediately odd, as they were never seen in the kitchen, and were never tasked with delivering meals.

“Her Majesty the Queen has requested the presence of ‘the young short servant who works the kitchen.’ I assume that must mean you?”

“It must.” I said, laying down a rag. “I’m not aware of anyone shorter than myself in the palace.”

She gave a small smile and turned around.

“Follow me.”

She led me through the servant’s hall, out into the great hall and up the pale stone stairs to the Queen’s chambers. I looked to the bed on the right, the couch, and the balcony, but she was not there. Then I heard the swashing and dripping of water from the left.

“Did you find the servant boy?” echoed the Queen’s voice from the other room.

“Yes your Majesty.” Said the girl softly.

“Come here.” Said the Queen, with a wave of a wet hand from behind a baffle.

“She’s talking to you.” Whispered the servant girl.

“Oh. Right.” I walked into the bathing room. It was well lit with many lanterns and candles. The tub, which was oversized to accommodate her stature, was hewn of solid bronze. Several of the Queen’s personal servant girls were busy about her with sponges, ointments and perfumes.

“You may leave.” She said with a wave of her hand towards the girls. They each immediately stepped out of the bathing room as quietly as cats. After a moment, I began to wonder if she meant me, so I turned around to leave but she stopped me.

“Do you think I summoned you here only to dismiss you?” Said the Queen, not moving her head from beneath the warm towel that covered her eyes. “Make yourself useful.”

I looked back at the servant girls who had stopped in the doorway. They gave me an odd expression, which did not comfort me, before leaving noiselessly.

I picked up one of the sponges and began to wash her arms, then her hands, her feet and her legs. After this was done I paused, unsure of how to proceed.

“What is wrong? I am not yet fully clean.”

“It is not appropriate for a male servant to wash the Queen.”

It was then that she sat up in the tub and removed the towel from her eyes.

“Was it not just last night that I told you the nature of the law?” She said sternly, but with the edge of one who is not angry.

“Yes, your Majesty. Your word is the law, absolute. I am obligated to obey.”

“I am not saying that you must wash me, boy. I only say that you can.”

I swallowed hard. My mouth became uncomfortably dry. “My Queen. It would be my great pleasure to serve you.”

She laid back again, and closed her eyes. “You may proceed.”

I took the sponge and began to scrub the top of her chest around her neck, slowly making my way down. I hesitated around her breasts, but knowing what her response would be, I began to gently scrub them all about. It was hard to avoid accidentally touching her breasts with my hand as I cleaned them.

I moved down towards her belly, and then further down still to her waist. I then scrubbed the inner parts of her thighs, and paused. I heard the slightest of sighs from the Queen. She was impatient. Slowly I moved the sponge between her legs and touched it to her vagina. She did not protest. I proceeded to gently scrub the whole area. I was about to finish, when she suddenly grabbed my wrist, and with her other hand, took the sponge.

“These sponges are far too coarse. I’ll need you to clean the area by hand to prevent my skin from chafing. Do not stop until I tell you it is clean.”

My hand began to shake, but I lowered it back down into the warm water and felt for her vagina. It was as soft as it was last night. I slowly began to rub my hand up and down around the vagina, careful to avoid letting a finger slip between the lips.

After a while I began to wonder if she would ever deem it clean enough. “Is that to your liking, your Majesty?” I said, turning to look at her. But her face was turned upward, and her mouth was slightly ajar. “Your Majesty?”

“Clean the inside.” She sounded almost out of breath. Her face shone pink.

“The inside, my Queen?”

“Yes. Take your fingers and clean the inside of my vagina. Be sure to rub the clitoris as you do so. Do you understand my request?” Her eyes met mine, and did not waver.

“I do, my Queen.” I did find out. The understanding made my ears burn fiercely, and my heart pounded in my ears.

I reached down again into the water and placed my hand on her vagina. This time I placed a finger at the slit between her lips. It felt slick. I pushed one finger inward, then two, then three. The inside of her vagina was warm and slippery. The canal felt taught and firm, but slowly gave way as I gently moved my fingers about. I positioned my thumb on her clitoris and began to rub it slowly, while scooping my three fingers in and out of her vagina.

“Yes.” She said softly. “That’s good. Keep doing that, and don’t stop until I tell you.”

As I performed this, my penis became again, erect, but stifled by my garment it was quite uncomfortable.

Her vagina slowly became warmer and even more slippery than before. The Queen’s mouth was agape, and she began to breathe audibly, when suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway.

Quickly I removed my hand from the water, and the Queen seemed to grasp for composure as she looked to see who it was.

“My Queen…” Said the voice of the High Priest, slowly. “I came to inquire about…” his eyes fell on me, and then down. I moved my leg to cover my erection. “…about your servants.”

“Priest,” she said sternly “have I not told you to make yourself known before entering my chambers?”

“I’m sorry my Queen. By this time you are usually finished with your evening’s bath. Are your servant girls not to your liking?”

“They serve me diligently.”

“Then why…”

“He is here at my explicit request.”

“My Queen. I know I need not remind you that it is improper for a male servant to lay hands on you in such a manner.”

“I am well aware of the law, Priest. Am I not the one who speaks it? And by what ‘manner’ do you mean? I hope for your sake, Priest, that you do not misread the situation.”

“Of course not, My Queen.”

“Then leave us. We will discuss your business tomorrow.”

“Very well… Queen.” As he said this he turned away, his suspicious gaze lingered on me until he was gone.

“My Queen-” I began, but she put up a hand and towered over me as she rose out of the tub. I had almost forgotten how great her stature was, my head merely reaching to her breast.

“No. I will not hear a word. It is my wish for you to serve me thus, if I must amend your servile position, I will.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Come,” she beckoned as she made for the bed, “finish your duty to me, and tomorrow you will understand.”

She had me sit upon the silken sheets, and without putting on any clothes, she laid naked on her back, her but rested, soft and heavy on my lap.

“Pleasure me as you did in the bath, do not stop or change pace unless I bid you. And…” she began again, glancing at the bulge now painful beneath my bound loin cloth. “You may untie your covering so that you need not be in pain. Do not be ashamed, the sight of your penis would not displease me.”

“What if…” I began, but she interrupted me with a scoff.

“No one will enter these chambers, you need not fear.”

Slowly, hands shaking with the disbelief at the events occurring, I slowly untied my loincloth. My penis immediately sprang out, and made a small slap as it rested on the Queen’s thigh. Immediately I moved it and started to apologize but she simply laughed and caught it between two fingers as though to examine it.

“To think” she started with a smile “someone so small of stature, and mild mannered, would be more well endowed than the most boastful of my suitors. You are indeed too tense my boy. Have I not established that you needn’t fear me? I do not care if your penis rests on me. I bid you to release it, did I not? Its sight is rather pleasing besides. Now, perform your duty.”

Leaning over, I again plunged three fingers into her vagina and rubbed her clit with a steady rhythmic motion. Ten minutes passed without a word. The Queen’s breathing became audible. I gazed at her gorgeous, stoic form as her breast heaved, the drops of water clinging to her skin glinted in the evening light like topaz. Her vagina felt wonderful around my fingers, and her ass pressed softly about my legs.

“Boy.” She said suddenly, the cold edge seemed to have been taken from her voice. Now it was softer, almost a whisper. “Tell me about yourself. Who is your blood? But do not stop.”

“I do not know my father’s name. He was a servant of this castle when he conceived me with a kitchen maid. They were both banished from the castle after I was born. I am a child of the castle, nothing more. Now that I am of marrying age, I hope to seek them out in the city.”

There was a moment of silence as I had nothing more to say. She pulled my hand away from her and without warning, leaned over and pressed her lips to my cheek.

“I am sorry, my child.” She said warmly, “As powerful as I am, I cannot control all that happens in the castle. Unless in my direct service, the High Priest has free reign over what happens to the servants.” She seemed to ponder a moment after saying this.

“Go now.” she said. “You have served me well. Go to your cot, and think of me when you pleasure yourself. In the morning, return to my chambers.”

I swiftly wrapped my loincloth and, noticing my hand was still slick from the Queen, I was careful to keep it so as I hurried to the servants chambers. After I was safely beneath my covers, I removed my covering and, using the Queens moisture as lubricant, I pleasured myself. Her smell enveloped me beneath the covers and I envisioned the Queen on all fours, towering over me like a great goddess. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had as the cum landed on my belly and chest. I did not care that the others heard me.

NSFW: yes

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