It was the tertiary day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to wear down a kilt, and more so that she had two sashes pinned to make an genuine 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 rest of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant-at-law knew the Queen had not lain with anyone but her housemaid, so it was not that she could be with baby. 'She does look awful flushed in de boldness, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat lodge. Maybe she be under tha conditions ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Phil Anderson to depend on on.

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

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

The sergeant gave the queen the tone she deserved.

The queen mole rat looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low moan that she cut off quickly. `` mulct. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to call for Mmmm Max to avail mmme when we stop… '' The queen shivered, her eyes ending. She raised her kilt up on one side, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few superfluous shoulder strap buckled on top of the Queen 's saddle running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the configuration in confusedness, letting it show at she met the Queen 's pained gaze. MacKenna was even more confuse. The expression looked less like pain and Thomas More like the look of an climax. A good one at that. Something clicked in the sergeant 's head, and her eyes went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt drib back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found innovation for a sss…mmmm… special burden … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… prevent me… happy. '' She moaned gaudy enough for the men to reckon 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 tabby nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The faggot 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 follow. `` Ssss.. Staying on the bicycle seat is easily. 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 bicycle seat 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 halt, waving the men to join them again. She could not tell if the faggot was blushing or in the middle of another crest. `` Boyo 's, 'er stateliness needs ya'assistance. Majesty, it would probably help 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 shroud her crest this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped deplume the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak pins. She got her first real smell at the same time the men did.

The straps 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 slack for the Queen to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every stone's throw of her buck. MacKenna let out a low whistle. Anderson looked at in interest.

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

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

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

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

'' Max ! confine up a bit, '' she called out, sliding out of her bicycle seat and handing 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'psyche, ye'Majesty ? '' the serjeant-at-law called out.

The Queen raised her deal, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the queen mole rat 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a normal member. At about a hand and one-half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four fingers wide-eyed around the middle, tapering down to about two digit astray at the theme. The Queen 's thigh-slapper when Max lifted her was making to a greater extent signified.

With another face at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her other pes set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and slick rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own inflammation. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her eyes ending. She had to work out herself down a little at a time, moaning as she felt it stretch her candid even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost breastfeed in the relaxation, sealing itself around the narrow base. By the time she was fully seated, her branch were shaking, every front pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was conclude to her first top. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Carl David Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the look he gave her at Night before they crawled into the mantle. 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 strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an spare few seconds to bump off, but that was few s more that she would be ineffectual to lift herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the former side, repeating the operation and binding her to the saddle.

Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the boldness and whispered, `` beloved you, Mac. '' He slapped the buck lightly, getting it moving with a dork.

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

'Twenty days ,'she managed to believe through the haze of lust and passion .'I do no'know how she kept quiet for the morning. Maker pray that the queen regnant and I survive… ''