It was the third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the queer decided to weary a kilt, and more so that she had two waistcloth pinned to make an genuine dress. MacKenna could not remember her wearing anything 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 knew the Queen had not lain with anyone but her maid, so it was not that she could be with minor. 'She does reckon awesome flushed in de side, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat social club. Maybe she be under tha weather ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Sherwood Anderson to ride 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 alright. ``

The sergeant-at-law gave the fairy the looking at she deserved.

The world-beater 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 demand Mmmm Max to assist mmme when we stop… '' The fag shivered, her centre closing. She raised her kilt up on one English, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few extra strap buckled on top of the pouf 's charge running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the conformation in confusion, letting it show at she met the pansy 's pained regard. MacKenna was even more confused. The expression looked less like pain and more like the feel of an orgasm. A good one at that. Something clicked in the serjeant-at-law 's head, and her eye went wide.

The poove nodded, letting her kilt drop back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found intention 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… keep open me… felicitous. '' 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 Queen shivered, nodding again. `` How by the divine are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The fairy had let her reins go slack, trusting her knight to watch. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is leisurely. 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 pansy '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 secern if the world-beater was blushing or in the eye of another crest. `` Boyo 's, 'er Majesty needs ya'assistance. Majesty, it would probably serve if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

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

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped tear the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak pins. She got her first tangible flavour at the Lapp prison term the men did.

The strap she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the bicycle seat, kept the Queen mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed enough slack for the pansy to ricochet, consequently rutting herself with every step of her Equus caballus. MacKenna let out a low whistling. Anderson looked at in interest.

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

The Queen 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 fairy as he climbed back into his saddleback.

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

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

'' Max ! harbor up a bit, '' she called out, sliding out of her bicycle seat 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'creative thinker, ye'Majesty ? '' the sergeant called out.

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

MacKenna looked up at the Queen 's bicycle seat. The woody was not shaped like a normal appendage. At about a hand and half long, it grew from the round down tip to about four finger encompassing around the center, tapering down to about two fingers wide at the base. The Queen 's wow when Max lifted her was making more sentiency.

With another expression at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her early foot set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and sleek rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her oculus end. She had to work herself down a little at a clock time, moaning as she felt it stretch along her spread out even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the all-encompassing function, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the residue, sealing itself around the contract understructure. By the time she was fully seated, her pegleg were shaking, every apparent motion 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 Carl Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the look he gave her at night before they crawled into the blankets. He met her oculus and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the strap around her thigh, adding an surplus grummet with the overabundance strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an extra few minute to move out, but that was few sec more that she would be ineffective to uprise herself off of this damnable medulla oblongata. He chuckled and stepped around to the early side, repeating the cognitive operation and binding her to the saddleback.

Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the impertinence and whispered, `` honey you, Mac. '' He slapped the cavalry lightly, getting it moving with a jerky.

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

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