It was the third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to fag a kilt, and more so that she had two sashes pinned to clear an existent dress. MacKenna could not remember her wearing anything more than a shawl or cloak. The female monarch had been mounted and waiting before the ease of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant knew the female monarch had not lain with anyone but her maiden, so it was not that she could be with child. 'She does look direful flushed in de face, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a exertion club. Maybe she be under tha weather ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to ride on.

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

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

The police sergeant gave the female monarch the aspect she deserved.

The tabby looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low moan 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 mole rat shivered, her eyes shutdown. She raised her kilt up on one slope, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few extra straps buckled on top of the queen regnant 's saddleback running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the form in confusedness, letting it show at she met the nance 's trouble gaze. MacKenna was even Sir Thomas More confuse. The expression looked less like pain and more like the look of an climax. A good one at that. Something clicked in the sergeant 's headspring, and her middle went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt cliff back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the written document, weeee… found innovation for a sss…mmmm… peculiar 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… hold open 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'saddle ? '' The Queen nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The poof shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Divines are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The king had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse cavalry to fall out. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is easy. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the strap around the queen 's second joint. `` 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 wooden leg 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 tabby was blushing or in the middle of another crest. `` Boyo 's, 'er majesty needs ya'aid. stateliness, it would probably help if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The pansy nodded, unpinning her shoulder joint and unbuckling her bash. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to veil her crest this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the bash and cloak pins. She got her first material spirit at the same meter the men did.

The shoulder 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 bicycle seat on the woody, but allowed enough quagmire for the queen to rebound, consequently rutting herself with every step of her Equus caballus. MacKenna let out a low tin whistle. Anderson looked at in interest.

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

The queen mole rat screamed, her body shuttering and shaking, 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 Queen as he climbed back into his saddle.

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 grin.

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

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

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

'' Do ye'mind, ye'majesty ? '' the sergeant called out.

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

MacKenna looked up at the queen regnant 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a formula member. At about a hand and half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four finger's breadth wide around the midriff, tapering down to about two finger's breadth wide at the base. The Queen 's scream when Max lifted her was making to a greater extent sense.

With another face at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stapes and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her early substructure set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and slick rod at her chess opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the shaft of light, her eyes closure. She had to work herself down a footling at a sentence, moaning as she felt it elongate her open even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the wide of the mark part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the rest, sealing itself around the peg down theme. By the time she was fully seated, her legs were shaking, every campaign pulled another groan from her, and she knew she was close to her first-class honours degree crest. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Carl Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the flavour he gave her at dark before they crawled into the mantle. He met her oculus and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the strap around her second joint, adding an redundant loop with the excess shoulder strap. She gave him a dirty feeling. It would only add an extra few seconds to absent, but that was few seconds more that she would be ineffective to lift herself off of this damnable incandescent lamp. He chuckled and stepped around to the former side of meat, repeating the process and binding her to the bicycle seat.

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

The sudden movement caused an quick chemical reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first crest of the afternoon. She felt the incandescent lamp try to dilute her again, pulling every sentence she rose off the rump, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty 24-hour interval ,'she managed to suppose through the haze of lecherousness and passion .'I do no'know how she kept quiet for the morning. Divines pray that the Queen and I survive… ''