It was the tierce day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to wear a kilt, and more so that she had two sash pinned to work an actual dress. MacKenna could not remember her wearing anything Sir Thomas More than a shawl or cloak. The Queen had been mounted and waiting before the eternal rest of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant knew the Queen had not lain with anyone but her maid, so it was not that she could be with child. 'She does look awful flushed in de cheek, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat lodge. Maybe she be under tha weather condition ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to rally on.

'' Ya'feelin'a'ight, Majesty ? Ye doona be looking right, '' she said, keeping her voice low.

The Queen smiled tightly, nodded too quickly. She squeaked, `` Mmmhmm. I… I am… mmph… I am fine. ``

The sergeant gave the king the look she deserved.

The pouf looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low moan that she cut off quickly. `` amercement. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to ask Mmmm Max to facilitate mmme when we stop… '' The faggot shivered, her centre end. She raised her kilt up on one side, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few special strap buckled on top of the faggot 's saddle running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the configuration in muddiness, letting it show at she met the queen regnant 's hurt gaze. MacKenna was even More disconnected. The verbal expression looked less like hurting and More like the facial expression of an orgasm. A upright one at that. Something clicked in the sergeant-at-law 's foreland, and her eyes went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt bead back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found designs for a sss…mmmm… special saddle … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… keep me… happy. '' She moaned loud enough for the men to look back. MacKenna waved them back around, hoping she was not blushing as badly as she felt. `` So, ye'have bin ridin'all day, '' she said quietly, `` getting rutted by ye'saddle ? '' The queen mole rat nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The poof shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Divines are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The Queen had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to survey. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is easy. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the shoulder strap around the Queen 's thigh. `` Getting down will be… problem… '' She lifted her kilt again. This time MacKenna noticed the leather of the saddle was stained from wetness, and the Queen 's legs shook almost constantly.

'' How many times have ye'… ye'… ``

'' I stopped remembering to count at fifteen… around midmorning. ``

MacKenna called as halt, waving the men to join them again. She could not tell if the tabby was blushing or in the eye of another tip. `` Boyo 's, 'er majesty needs ya'assistance. loftiness, it would probably facilitate if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The Queen nodded, unpinning her shoulders and unbuckling her belt. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her crest this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak stick. She got her first real aspect at the like time the men did.

The shoulder strap she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now seeable woody tight against the saddleback, kept the pouf mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed plenty slack for the Queen to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every stair of her horse. MacKenna let out a low whistling. Anderson looked at in pursuit.

Max laughed, dismounting. He walked over, carefully unbuckling the Queen 's thighs, then lifting her loose.

The Queen screamed, her body shuttering and shaking, the grounds of her pleasance squirting from her now that the hack had been removed from her sex. Max laughed again, cradling the still twitching and moaning Queen as he climbed back into his bicycle seat.

MacKenna took the reins of the now riderless sawbuck, looking between the men and the vacant saddle, biting her lip. She looked at Anderson, who was suppressing a grin.

He shrugged. `` I will help, if you want. ``

'' Max ! hold up a bit, '' she called out, sliding out of her saddle and handing Carl David Anderson her reins.

Max turned so the Queen could see what was happening. She laughed, which turned into a groan and another round of shakes.

'' Do ye'mind, ye'Majesty ? '' the serjeant called out.

The Queen raised her bridge player, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the female monarch 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a normal member. At about a hand and half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four digit wide around the midriff, tapering down to about two digit widely at the root word. The Queen 's scream when Max lifted her was making more sense.

With another expression at a still grinning Marian Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her early infantry set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and wily rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own fervour. She lowered herself down onto the beam, her optic windup. She had to work herself down a minuscule at a time, moaning as she felt it stretch her open even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest part, but once it was in, her consistency seemed to almost suck in the remainder, sealing itself around the narrow base. By the clip she was fully seated, her peg were shaking, every drive pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was close to her first crest. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the aspect he gave her at Nox before they crawled into the blankets. He met her eyes and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the straps around her second joint, adding an redundant grummet with the redundant strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an special few seconds to take out, but that was few seconds more that she would be unable to countermand herself off of this damnable electric light. He chuckled and stepped around to the other side, repeating the process and binding her to the saddleback.

Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the cheek and whispered, `` Love you, Mac. '' He slapped the horse lightly, getting it moving with a jerk.

The sudden movement caused an quick reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first summit of the afternoon. She felt the medulla try to stretch her again, pulling every time she rose off the tail end, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty mean solar day ,'she managed to think through the haze of lust and passion .'I do no'know how she kept quiet for the first light. Divines pray that the pansy and I survive… ''