"My Queen...she is here."

"Send her in, then. What kind of Queen would I be if I didn't show a little hospitality?"

In front of the grand double-doors that led into the throne room of Khasiba's Queen a neighbouring monarch paced, her brow knitted with anxiety and her movements predictable and elegant, yet laboured with nerves. Kivaa liked to pride herself on being a good Queen, on doing what is right for her people...and no-one would dare to say anything different. Yet, despite being a great monarch and ruler, there was one thing that Kivaa struggled with: negotiations.

The doors to the throne room suddenly creaked and Queen Kivaa, stood upright, brushing her scarlet red hair over her shoulders to hide the lacy straps of her dress and give her a more refined, regal look as the doors slowly parted and swung open, revealing an ornate interior beyond. A thick red carpet, as wide as a street, travelled down a grand, spacious hall towards a throne, and on either side sat tall pillars of sandstone and engraved, intricate markings along the walls. The most rudimentary of lighting hung overhead but was surprisingly more than enough to illuminate the entirety of the throne room, down to the corners. Sucking in a breath, the lioness monarch slowly stepped into the plush red carpet and approached, her cream fur bathed in the light from above. She brushed a lock of hair from between her eyes as her tail swished to and fro, the tip furred red, unhindered by her long, thin, flowing gown that barely held her ample breasts and trailed across the floor as she walked, barefoot, towards the throne.

As she approached, Kivaa's eyes centred squarely on the Queen, and she felt her heart hammering inside her chest at the sight of a woman more regal and empowering than herself. Clad in a matching glowing top and skirt that exposed her midriff and thighs, and was see-through to boot, Queen Lavendula was a skunk who came from humble beginnings. Originally a slave and concubine to the late Wolf King, who married her purely for the intention of siring a prince to inherit the kingdom, she took over the throne shortly after the king's untimely death, and has since made the land prosperous for the past decade. Kivaa was familiar with their history this, for their kingdoms, up until recently, had particularly good trade contracts in place-- but they were up for renewal. Kivaa hadn't yet met Lavendula before as there was no need for the two kingdom's rulers to actually meet face to face like this, but Queen Lavendula had insisted upon their meeting to draw up a new contract.

The lioness stood firmly on the spot and kept her composure as the skunk rose from her throne, revealing herself to be a tall and impressively well endowed woman-- her breasts, more ample and larger than Kivaa's own, could easily be seen through her semi-translucent top that didn't even cover her stomach, and her skirt was as see-through as the rest, greeting Kivaa to the sight of the woman's mature loins and her heavy, voluptuous waist. As she walked, parts of her jingled, beads and jewellery clasped around her ankles as wrists, and her thick tail behind her swing and revealed the bright streak of purple that ran from the base of her tail all the way to her tip, a sharp contrast to her otherwise gray hues and striking green eyes and lipstick. The woman adjusted her long ponytail of grey hair as she approached, re-fastening the golden bangle that kept her hair tied until she stood a mere few metres from Kivaa, keeping a respectable distance.

"Queen Kivaa." The woman greeted her with mature, dulcet tones and Kivaa curtsied respectfully, showing off her etiquette in the sweltering desert heat.

"Queen Lavendula, it is an honour." Kivaa's charm exuded from her body, but it was swallowed up under the skunk's regal excellence. Kivaa wasn't that much younger than Lavendula but the difference in their experience showed. The skunk admired the lioness for a moment before a smile stretched across her face and she approached, cutting the distance between them and abruptly sweeping Kivaa up into a warm, strangely motherly hug. Kivaa didn't know what to think and faltered for a moment, before reaching her hands up and patting the woman's back, reciprocating the affection. Was this customary for the Khasiba kingdom?

"Oh, your fur is so soft!" Lavendula suddenly remarked amidst the hug and parted from her to look her up and down, taking in Kivaa's features. The lioness wasn't a cream colour all over; apart from the lighter shade that traced her stomach and down between her legs, Kivaa bore a reddish curve of red that covered the bridge of her short feline snout, as well as her neck and down along her collarbone, dipping as low as her cleavage. Her own wrists and neck were adorned with bangles and though her gown was long as flowing, it wasn't nearly as see-through as Lavendula's own. The skunk took in the sight of her with an unexpected amount of interest and Kivaa couldn't help but feel she was being undressed...not that she minded.

"I'm pleased to see you here," Lavendula sighed, clasping the woman's forearms for a moment before withdrawing, reigning in her motherly charm. "I'm happy you accepted my invitation."

"Why wouldn't I, Queen Lavendula?" Kivaa batted her eyelashes. "We've had such a good rapport for so many years, after all."

"Indeed, we have," Lavendula looked her up and down. "Though I am regretting not meeting you sooner. You look like a fine young Queen."

"Young? Please," Kivaa smiled warmly at the compliment. "You don't look a day over 25 yourself."

The two of them laughed together as if they were old friends, but being charming and leaving a good first impression was important for the pair of them. In her home country, Kivaa was a 'fiery' Queen, known for her inspiring speeches and burning passion, so she was naturally quite open and warm in private too. Lavendula, however, was an enigma-- the sight of her on the throne had been intimidating, but all Kivaa could perceive from her in that moment was a loving and affectionate woman who reminded her of her younger days as a child. Kivaa found herself shaking off her nerves rather quickly, all things considered.

"You've come at an opportune time," Lavendula began. "Tonight is 'The Ritual of God's Love'. Will you be joining us?"

"Ritual...?" Kivaa didn't know what she meant and the skunk's eyes widened in surprise, before a smile spread across her lips.

"Come, let's get some tea and I'll tell you all about it." The skunk turned towards one of the nearby guards, who stood to attention and held his spear tightly, ready to escort her. Come to think of it, Kivaa had noticed a thing or two as she had been entering the capital, things that she couldn't really explain or understand...the city had been bustling with activity, which in itself was normal, but the activity in question was definitely something of a provocative nature. Exotic dancers, hungry hands and gyrating hips had been the theme, though everyone had been an effort to keep themselves decent. In the palace, however, it was arguably different-- all of the guards were men, and they barely wore a thing; they had on some sort of top that covered their shoulders and along towards their neck, but left that chest and stomach exposed. And their loins...well, they had on only a loincloth, but it was of the same material as the Queen's own gown, leaving nothing to the imagination. As the guard turned to escort them, it became clear nothing was in the back, either. Kivaa averted their gaze and followed the skunk out of the throne room into the corridors beyond.

Their journey was short, and though Kivaa should have been paying attention to where she was being led, she was ultimately lost in her own thoughts, filled with questions that, soon, would have answers. She eventually came to her senses when their walking slowed and stopped outside a tall ornate door, and Lavendula stood there for a moment with a composed expression as the borderline naked guard stepped past her to open the door, allowing them inside. Maids already lay in wait inside, and as Lavendula and Kivaa walked into the room they sprung into action, beginning to brew and pour tea. Kivaa had to wonder why they didn't make it beforehand, but chalked it up to the pursuit of 'freshness'.

"Do take a seat anywhere you like." Lavendula insisted, though it wasn't as if there were a lot of seats available. The rug under Kivaa's feet was a mixture of vibrant colours in a unique pattern that she had never seen before, and to her left sat a pair of heavy-looking, wood-lined couches that had plush, equally as vibrant fabric. Kivaa hesitantly stepped across the room and sat down on one, briefly shocked to find herself sinking into the seat a little. Why did she feel so dishevelled? Was it the fact that the Queen before her, the guards and even the servants were all more or less naked, wearing the clothes just for show, or was it how Lavendula had caught her off-guard with such a warming presence? Kivaa squirmed uncomfortable in the seat as she straightened her back, watching as Lavendula moved to sit opposite her, a small table no taller than their knees sat between them, lined with it's own thin cloth. A guard approached from behind Lavendula and stood behind her, as if to warn, and the lioness couldn't help but take note of the close proximity the man had with the queen.

"So...Queen Lavendula, about the...ritual...?" Kivaa started to speak, but her voice trailed off as she watched the skunk leisurely raise her hand up towards her shoulder, where the guard's crotch was mere inches away. As if it were the most casual, normal thing in the world, Lavendula reached back and slipped her fingers beneath the translucent cloth, fingers snaking between the guardsman's balls and his humanoid cock, where she gripped and began to stroke. The guard, who looked to be a Bobcat, let out a long sigh and pushed his hips forwards, and Kivaa was astounded that he was even eager-- surely he should be nervous to be touched in such an intimate place by the queen of the kingdom. She had to wonder why everyone was so...relaxed.

"Yes, the ritual," Lavendula began as she slowly stroked the feline to half-mast and then rapidly to full mast, her fingers gliding and trailing across the underside of the cock. "It's tonight. Don't worry, you don't have to take part if you don't want to."

"Could you explain to me exactly what this ritual is, Your Highness?" Kivaa did a good job of keeping her expression smoothed over and composed as Lavendula leisurely stroked the throbbing cock, the translucent cloth eventually falling to the side under her assault as the feline's member sat at full mast. The audible sounds of her hand stroking back and forth began to bounce around the room as the pre-cum helped to slick up the male's foreskin. Kivaa felt a tingling in her loins, but kept her face straight.

"Every month on the full moon we perform a ritual to the Holy God of Desire, Ragba," Lavendula began to explain as the guardsman beside her quietly huffed under his breath, his expression twisted into that of pleasure. "We express our own desire, our own passion, and offer it as tribute. We celebrate the feeling of desire and embrace it fully for one whole day, in honour of his brilliance."

"I see..." Why hadn't she heard of this before? "And this...?"

"Oh, this?" The skunk woman glanced back towards the huffing guard, who was slowly thrusting into her hand, biting his bottom lip. "This is just me doing my duty as a Queen...and partaking in the festivities myself, of course. Do you have a desire, Queen Kivaa?"

"Of course," Kivaa puffed out her feline chest. "I desire to see my people prosper."

"As does every leader," Lavendula smiled wide, amused by Kivaa's response. "But I mean desire, Queen Kivaa. Raw, unfiltered desire."

A shudder rolled through Kivaa's body as Lavendula's gaze pierced her, as if she were looking into her very soul. The lioness, a regal queen born to rule, felt strangely put on the spot by such a direct question, and in the privacy of two Queens she felt even more vulnerable. Putting on a face for her subjects was one thing, but dignitary negotiations with another monarch was entirely different; it required a certain nuance and elegant touch.

"Queen Lavendula, I believe we should discuss the contents of our trade treaty before exploring..." Kivaa's gaze drifted to the humping guardsman, unsure where to place her eyes. "Other matters."

"Nonsense, Queen Kivaa," The skunk insisted with an almost dismissive wave of her hand, her wide smile and lidded gaze strangely genuine. "How long has it taken you to travel here? Half a day, at most? I do not intend to discuss such matters with you so soon and so strictly-- why, it's the day of the ritual, after all. The Day of Desire! I implore you to stay the night, at the very least, and after the festivities are over we can get down to the nitty gritty."

"I..." Kivaa relented and sighed. As slightly pushy as Queen Lavendula was being, her reasoning was sound-- yes, Kivaa had come a long way to Khasiba, and she was quite tired. She had been so nervous thinking about negotiations that she hadn't even considered her much her body ached and how much she desired a nice, warm bath. Lavendula seemed to notice such bodily requirements even when Kivaa wasn't paying attention. The lioness brushed her red hair back beyond her shoulders and adjusted the straps of her dress, her gaze once again drawn to the guardsman. He was humping with a greater ferocity and the voluptuous woman her stopped moving her hand entirely, allowing him to thrust and use her hand as he pleased-- though, strangely, she held all the control with just her fingertips. In the brief and quiet silence of their conversation, where Lavendula had briefly turned her attention to the servants who dished out tea, all that could be heard was the clinking of ceramics and the huffing, panting grunts of a horny man.

"You must be tired," Lavendula assured, leaning forwards and somehow managing to grab a cup of tea whilst keeping her other hand still. "Please rest yourself, enjoy the ritual and then we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Ah, yes, about the festival..." Kivaa began, but even though she wanted to say more she had to pause, for the guardsman's huffing and grunting suddenly switched into tense, gasping groans as he thrust forwards against the Queen's hand, his foreskin peeling back to reveal the swollen head of his cock, twitching and throbbing, and even from that distance Kivaa could see the trickling pre-cum that came from the end of his member. Kivaa was by no means completely sheltered and she knew what sex was, so she quickly scooted to the right at just the right time. The member twitched, and a thick spurt of seed shot from the end, splattering across the thin cloth of the coffee table and oozing down onto the couch. Lavendula tugged forwards and then back again, causing the man the shudder as another spurt shot out, though with less ferocity than the last. Kivaa watched as the Bobcat painted the couch with cum, each spurt a different angle and trajectory, each ooze scooped up by a combination of his foreskin and the Queen's flexing, squeezing fingers. 

"The ritual is a very special occasion," Lavendula continued, as if jerking the man to completion were the most normal thing in the world. "In the evening when the sun sets and the moon shines overhead, the Queen must offer herself in complete service of Ragba, and to fully accept his embrace. To give into one's most carnal desire is the most important task."

"So it's..." Kivaa had a feeling she knew. "A night of debauchery?"

"You may call it that, but we call it the primal urge, to give into one's most basic instinct, to breed," She continued. "Such an honour can only be bestowed upon a Queen. And as a Queen yourself, I am also allowed to extend that offer."

"Ah, I see. That's why you said I could participate," The feline mused. "But, all those people outside..."

"They are merely celebrating such a day, not taking part in a ritual," Lavendula assured her with a smile. "Such things require more special tools, and a more intimate location."

A silence fell between them as Lavendula pulled her hand back, lapping quietly at her fingers as Kivaa leant forwards to take her cup, sipping the tea. It had a deep, rich aroma of lavender and she felt full of vigor when she took a seat, her body tingling with the warmth of the brew. It was a strange feeling, but she chalked it up to dehydration and sighed, relaxing herself just a little. After a moment or two, she looked around at the room she was in and realised it had several doors leading into other rooms beyond, but all of them were closed. As she turned her attention back to the skunk, she found Lavendula staring at her, a smile playing across her lips.

"What is it, Queen Lavendula?" Kivaa asked tentatively, taking another sip of her drink, and the skunk chuckled as she rose to her feet.

"I'm merely surprised," She began. "You're not what I expected you to be. This room is yours, by the way, for as long as you're staying here. And those doors...lead into the washroom and bathroom respectively. We may be a desert kingdom, but we can afford some luxuries...like plumbing." 

Kivaa's eyes widened and she quickly placed down her tea, getting to her feet and offering a formal curtsy, out of respect for Lavendula's hospitality. The skunk, rather than accept it, let out a warm chuckle and resisted reaching out to hug the lioness across from her. She bid the woman a gentle farewell and Kivaa watched as she moved towards the door, the guardsman following her. He opened it for her and the two of them disappeared through it, closing it gently behind them. For a moment, Kivaa simply stood there and looked to the servants, who immediately began to mop up the mess the man had made before.

All manner of emotions filled her, but she now she swallowed them down. She needed to rest, and a warm bath beckoned.



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Once Kivaa had fully cleaned herself in a warm bath that lasted far longer than it needed to, she was greeted to the sight of a reptilian lady-in-waiting, whom introduced herself simply as Duchess Vanessa. In order to provide Kivaa with some means of entertainment before the ritual that night, Vanessa had apparently been tasked with giving Kivaa a tour of the palace as well as helping her to satisfy every whim she had. Of course, Kivaa felt uncomfortable with overstepping her boundaries, but the thought of a tour didn't sound too bad, so she accepted the offer.

Kivaa came to learn quite a few things about the palace in the short time she spent with Duchess Vanessa-- notably, that not everyone wore such lewd garments all year round, but that it was strictly only for the Day of Desire. Vanessa did her best to explain the ins and outs of the day, but despite every intricate detail, all Kivaa could think was that it was an excuse to be open about one's sexuality for a day-- and it evidently wasn't just for heterosexual couples. On a couple of occasions, Kivaa had spotted or walked in on two male guards enjoying one another a little too closely, and they didn't stop on Kivaa's account, either. Such things were so rooted into their culture that they considered it normal...and admittedly, Kivaa was beginning to enjoy the sight on a few occasions. Everyone was too polite to initiate such things with a foreign Queen, but she couldn't help but feel more and more interested in the thought over time, growing more aroused every time she saw people engaging in their 'desire'.

The sun eventually began to set and in the desert kingdom of Khasiba, the once warm climate turned particularly cold. The palace, however, remained particularly warm and Kivaa relaxed in the room that Lavendula had given her, though she felt uneasy. She wasn't sure what the ritual would entail or what her role would be in it-- and ultimately, if she were asked to 'join in' and explore her deepest desires, would it be prudent to succumb or should she remain dignified and proud, as a Queen should be? Part of her wondered if it'd be offensive to decline such cultures and customs and, admittedly, she was a little excited to join in...she hadn't entertained her own interest in men in so long.

In the interest of at least making a show of accepting Khasiba's customs, Kivaa had changed into something more suited to the festivities-- though it made her feel uncomfortable, being on display so much. She wore a single long translucent cloth, tinted a dark black, that covered her chest and stomach and draped between her legs, tied beneath her breasts and around her hips. However, she left her back entirely exposed, and the cloth only just barely kept her breasts in-- one wrong jiggle or movement could cause them to slip out from either side, but the cloth did at least cover her nipples. She blushed at the thought of people seeing her in it, but swallowed it down and remained composed. If she couldn't handle this, then she might not handle whatever may come later.

A knock on the door suddenly caught her attention and the lioness jumped, rising to her feet as the door opened to reveal Vanessa, now suddenly dressed in much more sultry, revealing garments than earlier, exposing her flat chest and the budding slit between her legs through see-through cloth.

"It's time, Your Majesty." Venessa informed her, and Kivaa sucked in a deep breath, stepping towards the door. She brushed down her dress and steeled her will before stepping away, taking note of the two revealing guards who stood either side of the door. She could see them visibly turn their heads towards her and admire her figure and she felt her face warming beneath her cream fur at the insinuation, before she clearing her throat and allowed herself to be led through the palace.

Kivaa half expected the ritual to be a public spectacle yet, to her surprise, the guards led her deeper into the palace and down a set of stairs that seemed to lead into rooms beneath the throne room and beyond. Candles lined the walls as they walked, each one meticulously lit to allow for some illumination, and the long corridor which they walked down felt ominous, like they were stepping towards their doom. A door sat at the far end that the guards pushed upon once they approached, revealing a massive chamber beyond.

The first thing Kivaa noticed was an altar right in the middle of the chamber, and above that at the far end of the room 'looking over' the altar was a tall, imposing statue of what looked to be a three-headed canine, with 6 arms and, noticeably, 3 cocks swinging between its legs, each a different shape yet identical in length. The statue stood as high as the chamber's ceiling and must have taken months to carve out in its entirety, and for a moment Kivaa was stunned by the sight alone before she turned her attention to the rest of the room. On the left and right of the chamber, raised in segmented 'steps' and faced towards the altar, were a series of seats that looked to be for an audience, as if this were a theatre-- but in those scenes sat a variety of different men, some rugged and muscular like the guards, and others thinner or more average, some even a little portly. The peculiar altar in the middle was surrounded by a small moat of water, and the only bridge to the center, as long as only a few footsteps, was directly opposite the entrance.

"What do you think?" A voice from behind Kivaa caught her by surprise and she turned to see Lavendula approaching, wearing the same garment that she'd had on before. The skunk's eyes widened at the sight of the lioness's clothes and she beamed, looking rather pleased that Kivaa decided to opt into the festivities.

"Oh, Queen Lavendula," Kivaa cleared her throat, looking a little flustered. "I must have gotten here before you, my apologies."

"Think nothing of it," The woman assured her. "I happened to have gotten wrapped up in something on the way other. Were it not for that, I would have arrived just a little before you."

Lavendula cast her gaze out over the seated men, whose eyes were earnestly turned in their direction, watching them. With a content sigh, the skunk placed a hand on Kivaa's upper arm and squeezed.

"Shall we begin?" She smiled. "I will go first...if it interests you to join in, then you can step forward any time."

With that, Lavendula walked past the lioness and Kivaa watched as the voluptuous woman strolled down the short bridge towards the altar, loosening her garment as she went. She walked unrestricted by guards and eventually tossed her clothes to the side, revealing herself entirely in the nude-- for the most part, anyway, for she still wore the golden bangles and other jewellery-- as she approached the altar and turned, hands clasped up towards her chest, between her large breasts.

"My fellow Khasibans," Her voice bounced around with the room with all the force and regality of a monarch. "On this day, as we do every month, we will give in to our most carnal desire, in tribute to our god Ragba. It is under him that we gain wisdom into the soul, under him that we prosper. Without further ado I will call down the High Priest Farin to begin the ritual."

Kivaa watched as a man rose from the crowd, some sort of collar around his neck but otherwise naked as he made his way towards the edge of the seating area and down. He was an old, rickety-looking man, clearly quite aged but surprisingly high in spirits and confident in his gait as he walked past the lioness, giving her a single fleeting, roaming glance before he walked across the bridge towards the altar, a large goblet in his hands that sloshed with a purple liquid. He approached Lavendula and stood beside her, holding out the cup for her to take. Her hands went over his for a moment, a smile plastered across her face as genuine as can be, before she lifted the goblet to her lips and took a deep, plentiful drink of it.

"Wait." The word came from Kivaa's lips before she could stop herself and heads turned in her direction, interested to hear what she had to say. The woman's face warmed considerably and for the first time she actually felt embarrassed to have so many people looking at her-- she, who has been a Queen for some years now. She couldn't back out now that she'd spoke, and if she were being honest to herself, she didn't want to. Taking a deep breath, the foreign Queen strode across the chamber, approaching the altar from it's only entry-way and making her way over towards Lavendula and the High Priest, who stared at her with a mixture of intrigue and confusion.

"Oh? You want to join in, Queen Kivaa?" The skunk asked, and the lioness swallowed down her nerves and nodded. With an inviting grin, the Queen of the desert outstretched her hands, offering the cup to the red-headed woman before her. Kivaa was, at first, hesitant to accept, but the faintly sweet aroma of the drink soothed her anxious curiosity and she placed her palms on the cool metal, lifting it from Lavendula's grip and bringing it to her short muzzle. There she drank, at first only a gentle sip, before a deep and imposing gulp. The mixture was sweet like a wine, but it felt warm and tingled in her mouth like a strong liquor. As she swallowed it down, her skin tingled with the feeling of it before it faded, leaving her to feel...well, nothing at all. Perhaps the drink was purely ceremonial, she couldn't be sure. She handed the cup back rather than take more, assuming that only some gulp should be made, and Lavendula took it from her with a knowing twinkle in her eye, as if she had an inclination as to what the beverage is-- yet, despite Kivaa's questioning expression, she didn't elaborate.

"With this, we begin the Ritual of Desire," Lavendula called out as she stepped forwards towards Kivaa, reaching towards her hips to untie the garment from around her waist. "All who wish to receive Ragba's love and bestow upon him their offering, come down."

"What...?" Kivaa glanced to the crowd and watched as more than a handful of men stood, filing out towards the sides of the seats and making their way down towards the altar, following the path towards the bridge. Others sat within the crowd of other onlookers and idly stroked themselves or talked amongst themselves, but to Kivaa's surprise none of them reached over to grope or fornicate with each other, their expressions focussed entirely upon Lavendula and, by extension, Kivaa. The High Priest bowed and stepped back, as if it weren't his place to partake, and the lioness watched as she allowed the skunk queen to untie from beneath her breasts, pulling the strap of the garment over her head from where it normally hung from around her neck, exposing her naked body.

Unlike Lavendula, Kivaa had a more slender, yet still curvaceous body. Though her breasts weren't as large as the skunk before her, her hips were almost as thick, and her thighs appropriately matched despite her slim stomach. She watched as Lavendula stepped back towards the altar and hopped up onto its smooth stone surface. The High Priest approached to take the cup from Kivaa's hands and gestured her over, encouraging her closer as the men started to approach.

Kivaa scooted towards the altar and Lavendula ushered her to sit on the edge as the skunk laid herself out over the smooth stone, resting her head against it as the men began to surround the altar, approaching Lavendula primarily, though some took interest in the lioness, interested to see how receptive she'd be. Kivaa watched as the man reached out to stroke and roam Lavendula's body as if they had explored it many times over, some greedy hands reaching for the more obvious places such as between her thick legs and her fat breasts, but others caressed her cheek and stroked her belly, revealing how much affection and wonder they had for their Queen. Some, it seemed, were new to the entire ordeal-- perhaps only just recently become a man-- and kept to the sidelines and watched, waiting for the opportunity to join in. Hands moved towards Kivaa and at first the lioness kept herself composed, allowing them to touch across her stomach and up towards her chest and around her neck, but they too seemed too nervous to reach for anything more intimate at first.

To Kivaa's surprise, one of the men suddenly hopped up onto the altar, swinging their leg of the desert Queen's voluptuous body and settled themselves on her stomach. They were what the lioness guessed to be a canine, though their ears were big and round and their fur was a messy mixture of white, brown and black. Kivaa couldn't see from where she was sitting but Lavendula raised her hands and pushed her breasts together, meaning only one thing. The lioness's expression grew flushed and her loins tingled with desire as the hands roamed her body, stroking up to her breasts and squeezed her flesh beneath their greedy fingers as more began to approach Lavendula, one standing near her head as she turned it to face him, opening her mouth expectantly.

Kivaa was beginning to feel flushed in the face for reasons she couldn't identify-- was it because of her arousal, or was it something else? After a moment, the skin beneath her cream fur began to tingle and her face grew hot. Her senses heightened and the hands stroking and groping her began to make her feel more sensitive and more interested. Before she knew it, she was starting to spread her legs, groaning under her breath as male hands slipped down around her inner thigh before hungrily gripping and pressing their digits against her already moist cunt.

As Kivaa threw her head back and moaned quietly under her breath, Lavendula was already pleasing a handful of people. The canine sitting atop her chest was sliding his cock firmly between her breasts, wedged in the crevice between her malleable, pillowy flesh. At first his thrusts were dry but they quickly grew slick and wet as his laboured thrusts became sticky with the man's own pre-cum, each tug of his foreskin coaxing more pre-seed from the end of his member. Lavendula, however, was not paying attention to his pistoning cock-- her head was turned to the feline beside her, whose cock teased her lips, the head smearing against her green lipstick. After a moment he pushed, hiking a knee up onto the altar as he scooted closer, and Lavendula pushed her head forwards to take the member into her mouth. It slid along her tongue and all the way to the back of her throat, and the man's hand reached over to grasp at her head, pulling her closer as he shuddered and sighed, his balls squishing against the smooth stone.

A faint aroma wafted through the air, a smell that Kivaa didn't recognise-- it was, however, particularly pleasant and strong, and with her heightened senses it seemed to intoxicate her very being even further. She let the man explore her body, her fingers sliding in her aroused pussy, grabbing fistfuls of her tits, running their fingers through her hair and reaching around to grab at her ass, making it clear what they wanted. She eventually began to lean back further and found her back meeting with Landaula's ankles. She rested against them as a man hopped up onto the altar on her left hand side, close to the skunk's ass. He knelt on his knees before her and probed his vivid, hard erection against her cheek, eager for her to get a taste as another man settled in between her legs, his fingers thrusting in and out of her as he teased her inner thigh with his cock, signalling what was to come. Somehow, she could not resist-- though it would have been more accurate to say that she wanted it so badly that her body shook.

The feline's ears perked to the sound of the sex and wet, slick thrusts beside her as she turned her head to the side, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. She felt the head of the man's member smear against her lips before he pushed forwards, thrusting against her tongue. She plunged down and began to blow him, bouncing her head back and forth as the man in front of her loosened his fingers from her entrance and quickly replaced them with his cock, pushing into her without warning. Her insides instinctively squeezed, they were warm and inviting, loosened up through her arousal and eager for his cock. He sunk into her with ease and soon began to thrust, his hands clutching at her hips as other man jerked themselves off whilst squeezed her breasts.

Lavendula was doing a good job of pleasing two men at once, but the lack of space on the altar meant she could get what she truly wanted in that moment. However, she was unable to move until the men were done, but she thankfully didn't have to wait long, nor did it take much effort to coax them to completion. The man atop her did most of the work, his body caked in sweat as he thrust faster and faster, groaning loudly under the pleasure of her soft breasts around his cock, pre-cum splattering across her neck and collarbone. The man in her mouth was slow and methodical, but the way he trembled and sighed with delight made it clear that he was deliberately taking his time for a reason, and she had to guess he was close to finishing himself.

With a sudden and abrupt grunt, the feline in Lavendula's mouth pulled back, withdrawing from her completely as he grasped his spit-covered cock and stroked, tugging his foreskin all the way back as he exposed the head of his cock. A mere few moments later, the man sighed and pushed his hips forward, watching with delight as he splattered arc after arc of cum across his Queen's face, the cum oozing down underside of his cock and onto his hand with every other throb and spurt. Lavendula quietly groaned from the cum on her cheek for a moment, admiring the warmth, before she turned her head as close to the member as possible to catch the odd stand or two in her mouth, dutifully swallowing it down. The man atop her continued to thrust, but it looked like he still had a ways to go-- which suited Lavendula just fine, for the feline quickly retreated after his orgasm to allow another to take his place, who stood eagerly in front of her, his member already hard and dripping with pre-cum.

Kivaa, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. She never knew that pleasure could be so intoxicating, and she never wanted it to stop. Her hands curled against the smooth stone of the altar as she bobbed and suckled, covering the length of the humanoid cock in front of her in a sticky mixture of her spit that slickened her movements and had the man, a jackrabbit, panting with desire, his hands cupping her head and stroking her hair. The man before her pistoned and bowed his head against her craning neck, peppering her with kisses as he pressed his sweaty canine chest to her feline own, with nothing but grasping hands between them from other onlookers. The way his cock slid and out of her hit all the right places and had her moaning around the member in her mouth, her inner walls spasmed and clenching as the pleasure within her rose, higher and higher.

The man in Kivaa's mouth abruptly groaned and leant forwards a little more as the lioness's ears twisted to the sound of a quiet whimper from her right. The man who had settled in on Lavendula's stomach trembled in his seat, toes curling against the stone as he let out a long, laboured sigh, and the skunk turned her head towards him to bask in the sudden warmth of his spurting cock and thick, viscous cum that splattered across her chin and arced up over her face, narrowly missing her eye. With every other spurt cum oozed from his eager loins and pooled seed around her neck, trickling down her chin, and the skunk's breasts grew sticky with the combination of fluids. After a few moments to recuperate himself he eased off her body, and Kivaa turned her attention back to the cock throbbing in her mouth. She was sure he'd cum any moment now.

As if on cue, the man suddenly tugged back, groaning with a mixture of frustration and need as he pushed the head of his cock against her lips, didn't want to slide inside. He instead roughly jerked and stroked his cock until, after a brief moment in time, a thick string shot across the lioness Queen's muzzle, landing right between her eyes and trickling down on one side. The next shot dripped right down her lips and the rest oozed and arced across the rest of her face, forcing Kivaa to close her eyes to avoid hurting herself. She sighed with a mixture of pleasure and need as the man in front of her continued to thrust, coaxing her further and further to the edge. She opened her mouth to accept some of the load that she had helped to create, but the man had already withdrew-- she thought another may take his place, yet everything began to move all at once.

As Kivaa tried to lean back more, the skunk's legs slid out from underneath her, allowing her to completely and fully lay down, which made the whole experience feel a lot better for her. She opened her eyes and turned her head to the right to see Lavendula laying herself out on the altar at a similar angle-- only, she tucked her knees up to deliberately spread herself as she pressed her large breasts and stomach to the stone, letting her head dangle off the side. Kivaa was much of the same in terms of height, and with a little adjustment she soon found herself able to dangle her head off the other side of the altar completely, though with some constraints to her other end. That, however, didn't seem to bother to man who still remained inside her, for all he needed to do was hike a leg up, planting his foot on the side of the altar to bring himself closer to her, his hips continuing to buck and thrust.

To Kivaa's right, a man approached the skunk Queen from behind, his hands grasping at her wide, voluptuous hips and his digits sinking into the soft flesh, almost disappearing amongst the weight and fat. He spread her cheeks apart to reveal her dripping, aroused pussy and the tight ass that remained above it, clenching and squeezing visibly when exposed. The man groaned and he pressed forwards, lining up the length of his fat, knotted cock between her cheeks. The eager man, who appeared to be a fennec fox with a fairly short stature, forced to stand on a stool to reach, rubbed the length of his larger-than-average cock up and down between her cheeks, shuddering at the feeling of her fat ass clenching around his cock, the thickness of her behind enough to completely envelope and stroke his length. He relished the feeling of it and after only a handful of strokes did his movements become slick and audible, his cock easily drenched with pre-cum thanks to his dripping, canine length. However, he did not linger for long-- the fennec inevitably pulled back, smearing the tapering tip of his member against her hold before he pushed, penetrating his Queen.

Lavendula let out a sound that Kivaa hadn't been expecting from her: a loud and pleasured moan, drenched with arousal, and with a gesture she encouraged someone forwards. Her expression was one of complete uncontrollable desire and she willingly opened her mouth as a man, another jackrabbit, approached. She immediately took his cock in her hands and directed it into her mouth, taking the reigns as she began to bob and slurp, the fennec behind her burying deeper and deeper until his knot kissed with her entrance, kneading against her sensitive flesh. Kivaa could only guess that the skunk was quite sensitive between her legs, or at the very least her ass was-- the lioness couldn't say she was the same, but whatever was in that drink combined with the intoxicating aroma that wafted through the air was certainly making her feel more sensitive than she'd ever felt before, her mind hyperfocusing on every tingle and spike of pleasure.

As Kivaa swung her head back and sighed with bliss as the thrusting, humping cock that massaged her tight inner walls, a man approached her head, his turgid erection, canine in length, meeting with her chin and trailing down to her lips, leaving a fine trail of pre-seed in its wake. The lioness flicked her gaze towards it and lifted her head ever so slightly, parting her lips and groaning with delight as the man bowed his cock and slipped it into her mouth, the tip of his member dragging along her tongue all the way towards her throat, where he pushed further in a single thrust and bulged her throat out. Kivaa somehow didn't gag on such an intrusion and instead enjoyed it, closing her eyes as her nostrils breathed in the combined scent of the man's natural, masculine odour and arousal as well as the faint, sweet scent that wafted in the air. The combined mixture had her dizzy with lust and she roamed her tongue, exploring every inch of his member without a single rough part on her tongue to speak of, despite her feline characteristics. As he pulled back, she sucked in deep gulps of air to keep herself going, and with each thrust he cut her breathing off, though not long enough for her to suffer.

To her right, Kivaa could hear the lewd, vocal sounds of Lavendula's sex, vigorous and rough, yet filled with desire and pleasure-- which, ultimately, seemed to be the Queen's goal. If this was how Khasiba was during their monthly holiday then Kivaa had to wonder how they were the rest of the month, yet...she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. Even hearing the sounds of Lavendula's heavy, jiggling sleeps being slapped and spanked by the fennec's hands and his knot rammed and pounded the quivering, squeezing ring was enough to heighten Kivaa's own pleasure-- or that was because of the fervency in which the man between her legs thrust, growing faster and faster over time.

The canine in front of her began to hump with a greater intensity, his knot pressed against her lips and his balls slapping lightly against her nose as he humped, until Kivaa was squirming and whimpering beneath him, feeling her own pleasure rise. A quake rolled through her as she abruptly orgasmed and her innards clamped down, squeezing tightly around the other man's cock as he thrust, causing him to slow just a little from how much she clenched around him. She heard him moan and a flush of warmth spread across her stomach, hinting at the man's own orgasm from her gripping pussy alone-- the lioness's knees trembled with pleasure and the realisation that he'd just cum inside her, fear spreading through her stomach for a fraction of a second before it was drowned out by the uncontrollable need she had for more. The man pumped in her a few more times, her inner walls milking his throbbing cock, before he pulled back, stepping away from her and leaving her feeling empty. However, it appeared she didn't have to wait for long for another man, for another rather suddenly replaced the first, pushing into her without so much as a warning. She didn't care, however, scrunching her eyes tight and humming her approval of his intrusion, thick and pulsing.

Lavendula was already just about done with another two people, having had far more experience in this sort of thing than Kivaa. The skunk's lips, practically born for sucking cock, bobbed and bowed on the jackrabbit's cock with ease, the head of his member grazing the room of her mouth and sliding into her throat as she plunged all the way, and the man couldn't help but shudder on the spot, already close to his release. The fennec, however, had all the control in the back, though it was clear he was pent up from his eager thrusts, lidded gaze and panting mouth as he succumbed himself entirely to the blissful feeling of sex and having his cock milked. Lavendula knew exactly how and when to squeeze to get the best sensation and the fennec seemed to greatly appreciate it, each powerful thrust coaxing his knot more and more against her ring, threatening to tie at any moment.

With a rough shove, the fennec groaned and leant forwards, his feet teetering off of the stool as he rode the skunk Queen's ass, pushing with all the frustrated strength of a horny man on the edge. Lavendula's ring loosened under his assault and stretched to accommodate his thick, bulbous knot and the fennec sighed with relief as he tired with her, his legs quivering and his balls tucking up against his taint as his knot swelled and pumped thick, virile spurts of cum deep into her, enough for it to ooze out from around his knot and trickle down to her dripping pussy. Though no-one had known, Lavendula had already cum from the sheer sensitivity of her ass alone-- her flushed face and approving groans were the only indication of that as he continued to bob, one hand cradling the jackrabbit's balls as the other grabbed and squeezed his toned ass.

Kivaa mewled around the cock in her mouth as the pleasure grew within her again, much more rapidly and with a greater ferocity than the last. The man thrusting within her didn't appear to have a knot like the one embedded in her mouth, and that afforded him to luxury of plunging in all the way, his length member managing to reach places suitors hadn't in the past, causing her to arch her back and gasp, fingers clawing against the altar. She felt strangely overwhelmed, stimulating from all senses as her five senses exploded with the overload of information. She relaxed her back down and sighed through her nose, keeping her eyes closed as she bathed in the feeling, the pleasure that swam through her tingling, slightly numb body. The more they thrust, the better it felt, and she hadn't even noticed until it was too late that she'd orgasmed a second time, her inner thighs instinctively squeezing against the thrusting man's hips and locking him to her for just a few moments, so that she could fully enjoy the feeling of him being inside her. She hadn't even recognised that she'd done until she slowly came back to her senses, and a flush of embarrassment rolled through her the realisation of how much she'd drifted off. Is that what giving into one's desire felt like?

The man above her muttered something under his breath, but she didn't catch what he'd said. He suddenly plunged, sinking deep into her throat and stretching it open as his member throbbed, his knot swelling against her lips. After a faint growl, the lioness Queen felt the cock in her mouth throb and twitch, indicating the max's climax. He pumped directly down her throat and into her stomach, where her body instinctively gulped and swallowed to catch any remnants that shot back the way. Kivaa was surprised she could even swallow it all without gagging, but she wasn't about to complain about the new things she was realising about her body-- in fact, she wanted to explore more and really test her limits. To the right, Kivaa heard the grunts and sighs of delight from the jackrabbit and surmised that he was finished up too; Lavendula must have sucked him dry, from the sounds of it.

The rest of the night was a blur. Man after man after man took up positions between the two Queens, some aiming for Lavendula's large, jiggling behind and others going for her welcoming mouth. Some did come to Kivaa, but they weren't nearly as adventurous with her as they were with their local Queen-- perhaps it was for the aim of leaving a good impression, or perhaps it was simply down to nerves, but they kept strictly to her pussy, mouth and hands. After a while, Kivaa tuned out, though not because she was bored, but because she was so overwhelmed with pleasure and basking in so much attention and cum that she couldn't keep up.

When Kivaa came to her senses, the ritual was over. Her whole body ached, but it also hummed with a feeling that she could only describe as content. As she moved, she felt herself physically leaking, near enough drenched in cum all over her body with her loins tingling, numb from so much sex, her throat sore from being vigorously fucked. As she moved her legs and sat up she felt the cum drip from her pussy, and as her hands reached out around her she realised she was still on the altar. Her vision was a little blurry at first, and she had to wonder if she'd fallen asleep-- but it didn't take long for them to adjust. The chamber was empty-- no men to be seen, not even Lavendula. At least, not for long.

Almost as if she knew that Kivaa was waking up around that time, the Queen of Khasiba appeared from behind the door leading into the chamber itself, which had been shut until that moment in time. In her hands she held what looked to be a cup of water, and Kivaa didn't realise how parched she was until she saw it. Lavendula seemed to notice for herself how dehydrated the lioness was and quickly made her way over, holding it out for her. Kivaa took it from her with a mumbled, croaking thanks and chugged the cool water. Her throat burned for a moment and then quickly subsided, soothed by the drink.

"It was the same for me, when I first did this," Khasiba smiled. "There are many who were like a mother to me at the time to help after my own passed, so in turn I will be a mother to you...just for the moment, at least. I shan't think to replace your own."

"Thank you." Kivaa gasped after she'd downed the entire cup, holding it in her hands as she looked Lavendula over. The skunk had apparently had time to clean herself up, for she was spotless without a single strand of cum on her body-- unlike Kivaa, who was caked in it. However, the Queen bore no clothes to speak of...so perhaps she hadn't had that long at all.

"You look quite tired, Queen Kivaa." Lavendula teased, and the words made the lioness smile wryly as she leant back to look up at the tall, lewd statue above her, with its intimidating docks and two heads, all bearing different shrewd expressions. She sighed through her nose, momentarily lost in thought.

"This was all in service of your...God of Desire, is that right?" Kivaa asked, and Lavendula hummed her agreement. "Were he here, would he be satisfied?"

"Very much so," Lavendula assured her. "I've never seen anyone persevere as much as you, Queen Kivaa. Even I didn't last that long the first time."

"I see." Kivaa straightened herself up and slid from the altar, her legs briefly wobbling as she struggled to find strength in her legs, and the wet splatter of cum from her entrance made her flush with embarrassment. Lavendula didn't seem to care and quickly put a hand on her back, sliding in under her arm to support her.

"Let's get you cleaned up." The skunk insisted, and she slowly lead Kivaa towards the door, teetering across the bridge as they went.

"If this is how your festivities are, Your Highness, then maybe I should make a point to visit in person more often." Kivaa wryly remarked and Lavendula let out a warm, almost motherly chuckle.

"I'm sure the people of Khasiba would love to see you again, Queen Kivaa." She insisted. They disappeared beyond the door and back into the palace, ready to get cleaned up, rest, and discuss the terms of their trade agreement the next day.

Considering Kivaa's willingness to join in their customs, Lavendula had no doubt they could come to a very amicable agreement.