Queen’s Lineage Part 2; Time Will Tell Sally was changed after that fateful night. And this was not just by the existence of 3 new lives that had taken root within her. Her new doctor gave her the happy news and explained the unusual results that came with that. While the drugs she had been flooded with were not addictive they did leave their mark on her body, her bust had grown considerably by at least 2 cup sizes and their milk production was something that would never go away completely, only recede temporarily. Her pregnancy was only starting to bring hormonal changes, but her altered chemical makeup accelerated the feelings they brought. Her sex drive was skyrocketing at regular intervals and yet her experiences that night left her feeling panicked at what feelings sex might bring. But that was not to last, her old mind had been lost on that night with only the ghost of it holding her back and, after a fortnight of cold showers and wet nightmares, Sally allowed her fingers to explore her needy sex in the middle of the night to hide her moans as best she could. The effect was mind blowing and it was not to be the last by a long shot. Sally found herself taking every opportunity she had spare to indulge in pleasures, each time doing her best to keep her mind blank and free of the experiences that had incited this change in her behaviour (She failed miserably). In the public’s eyes Sally had secured peace with the other kingdoms, and had planned a child with her new, as yet revealed, fiancé. Behind the scenes this was simply the dirty cogs of the old queen Alicia’s plan working like a charm. The dignitaries had all been informed of their potential fatherhood and of the consequences of harming the child of any other rival. Metropolis was the untouchable kingdom held together with political glue made from the most dirty secret. Obviously this did little to repair the damage done to the relationship between Sally and her Mother however. A most valuable bond had been betrayed and left in tatters, though not completely destroyed. Sally could not publicly air her grievances with what her mother had done, nor could she expel her mother from the castle grounds without outing the actions of the Acorn family. Thus leaving Sally with the spectre of that evening now living with her. The closest to any kind of repair to their relationship was to that of a cold kind of rivalry; Sally would now do anything to find an alternative to any plan Alicia suggested. The most audacious of which was her announced groom. Sally knew that her mother would simply choose a king that had lost out on fathering a child, with that tie adding another string to their political safety-net. But she knew this would be unneeded at best and picking sides at worst. And so, with the first month of her pregnancy, as the first signs of that tiny bump showed, Sally announced her proposed marriage to the Hero of Knuthole. Sally could not allow herself to hate Sonic for his actions; he may have had a part in adding to that dreadful mixture she was forced to take, but deep down Sally was hopeful she might find a hint of a blue spine on one of those children when they arrived. Sonic was, at worst, easily lead not cold hearted and this was just going to have to be the stain on their relationship that they would have ot live with. Then the rumours began. Premarital sex was nothing worth a scandal, even by “old Mobian standards” (after all, Sally’s pregnancy had caused only celebration over a scandal) but there where whispers of things going beyond sex, or at least the love making one would expect of a Queen. It was true that the Throne room had become off limits to even the guards and that the morning cleaners were now sworn to secrecy, but nothing concrete came to light. But the rumours were true. Despite everything Sally had remained strong in the face of her public, wearing a smile at every moment of this joyous time for her people. In the public eye, she was the one in charge and the very top of the chain of command. This front of unwavering power was exhausting to maintain and so, behind the closed doors of the palace during their most intimate times, Sally would allow herself the comfort of giving that control to another. Sally still held the real power, but late at night in that Throne room Sonic held Sally’s hair as he bounced her body on his cock. It had started much as any bedroom relationship did, with that simple exploration of their bodies and the pleasures they could give each other, but Sally had found she would always think back to being strapped back down to that breeding table. Needing more and more stimulation their games got more and more intense (something sonic was all too willing to engage in). Their favourite game was that of “the new King”; Sonic would take his future role as King while Sally would play herself as the fallen queen. Losing her stature and even her entitlement to clothing as they pretended her carnal desires had been exposed to the world and destroyed her reputation. Sonic would berate and chastise her slutty behaviour before allowing her to perform her many penances. She would sink to the plush carpeted floor and crawl towards her king as he sat down on his throne and watched as her small bump of a belly moved behind her swinging breasts. Her penance each night was something different, but Sally’s new love of anal penetration meant she would often end up bouncing on top of her king as he allowed her to rub her vacant pussy. These games lead to ideas though, both lovers each working on their own little surprises to add new elements to their evening games. Sally had just the perfect idea for an addition but would require a little assistance from an old friend, perhaps giving the lad a new job within the palace. “For the house of Mile “Tails” Prower...”