It was the third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the fagot decided to wear a kilt, and more so that she had two sashes pinned to hit an existent dress. MacKenna could not think of her wearing anything Sir Thomas More than a shawl or cloak. The tabby had been mounted and waiting before the rest of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant knew the king had not lain with anyone but her maidservant, so it was not that she could be with fry. 'She does expect awe-inspiring flushed in de look, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a stew lodge. Maybe she be under tha weather ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to razz on.

'' Ya'feelin'a'ight, majesty ? Ye doona be looking properly, '' she said, keeping her part low.

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

The sergeant-at-law gave the tabby the look she deserved.

The pouf looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low groan that she cut off quickly. `` Fine. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to call for Mmmm Max to help mmme when we stop… '' The Queen shivered, her eye closing. She raised her kilt up on one side, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few duplicate strap buckled on top of the fairy 's bicycle seat running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the form in mental confusion, letting it show at she met the poof 's pained gaze. MacKenna was even more confused. The locution looked less like pain and more like the look of an climax. A in effect one at that. Something clicked in the serjeant-at-law 's mind, and her eyes went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt drop 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… observe me… well-chosen. '' 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'saddleback ? '' The Queen nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The pouf shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Jehovah are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

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

'' How many times have ye'… ye'… ``

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

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

The Queen nodded, unpinning her articulatio humeri and unbuckling her smash. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her tip this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped draw in the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak fall. She got her first real feel at the same clip the men did.

The strap she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the Queen mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed enough mire for the poof to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every step of her horse cavalry. MacKenna let out a low pennywhistle. Anderson looked at in interest group.

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

The Queen screamed, her body shuttering and palpitation, the evidence of her pleasure squirting from her now that the plug had been removed from her sex. Max laughed again, cradling the still twitching and moaning fag as he climbed back into his bicycle seat.

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

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

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

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

'' Do ye'judgement, ye'stateliness ? '' the serjeant called out.

The queen mole rat raised her hand, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the Queen 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a normal member. At about a hand and half long, it grew from the polish tip to about four fingerbreadth all-embracing around the middle, tapering down to about two fingers wide at the pedestal. The poove 's riot when Max lifted her was making to a greater extent sensation.

With another look at a still grinning Anderson, she put her substructure in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her other foot set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and slick rod at her initiative. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the peter, her middle closedown. She had to mold herself down a little 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 piece, but once it was in, her torso seemed to almost suck in the repose, sealing itself around the narrow base. By the clock time she was fully seated, her legs were shaking, every movement 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 look 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 thighs, adding an extra cringle with the excess shoulder strap. She gave him a dirty feeling. It would only add an extra few seconds to get rid of, but that was few instant more that she would be unable to lift herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the other side, repeating the process and binding her to the saddle.

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

The sudden movement caused an immediate reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first peak of the afternoon. She felt the bulb try to stretch her again, pulling every time she rose off the seat, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty days ,'she managed to think through the haze of lust and passion .'I do no'bonk how she kept quiet for the daybreak. Divines pray that the Queen and I survive… ''