Herald of Steel

As Lady Parthia was made to shed her garb one after the other aided by Ophenia's expert hands, each loss made her feel increasingly ashamed.

She had certainly never done something like this before.

In Tibias, sex between couples was seen mostly as a necessary act, so whenever Lady Parthia did have coitus, it was done at night, under darkness and conducted in a very structured, almost mechanical way with various etiquettes in place.

The whole thing was designed not with the intention of delivering pleasure to the couple, but primarily to ensure the act of conceiving a baby was successful.

Thus being made to uncloth herself in broad daylight was a very new, almost mortifying experience for herself.

Something that the former Queen could have never even dreamed of doing just six months ago.

But here she was, being stripped naked.

And even more than that, she was being stripped naked in front of another man, who was staring at each and every part of her body with an almost blazing eye, making her feel almost like he was licking her all over with his gaze.

Lady Parthia had of course experienced similar such stares many times before.

But they were never this brazen.

And she never had to fear them.

Because they meant nothing to her.

Because back then she was untouchable.

However that was it- it was 'back then'.

That was certainly not the case today.

And this realization and the inevitability of what was to come was quickly reflected in Lady Parthia's body language, as Alexander clearly noticed the woman before him starting to more and more flushed and reddened with each passing moment, emitting an aura of pure bashfulness.

It was a reaction that much excited Alexander.

He had always found the act of making pure woman break out of their white shell very pleasant to enjoy.

Thus he watched with beating anticipation as Ophenia undressed the the former queen, the very first being her corset.

No sooner had that garment fallen, and her upper torso revealed, was Alexander's attention was instantly drawn to the milky bosoms.

They were quite the pair!

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Milky white and shining with a creamy sheen, these mammaries were perhaps not as perky as they once were and even seemed to be a bit sagging due to Lady Parthia's age.

But nevertheless, they had still retained their shape well enough and more than made up for by their sheer size.

Huge, heavy, dense, and full of soft goodness, they were even bigger than Alexander had imagined and jiggled like jello with each of Lady Parthia's breaths.

Alexander's hands itched to start playing with these gigantic, hanging, oblong melons right then and there.

But perhaps their most attractive feature in Alexander's eyes was how they were 'dressed'.

Because Lady Parthia was not bare under her corset.

Instead, she wore a string bikini.

A white, pure white, string bikini.

Simply consisted of a few pieces of thin strings holding a pair of triangular fabric at their intended place, each was barely large enough to cover Lady Parthia's large nipples and areolas, leaving all of the rest of fleshy deliciousness for Alexander to bask in.

T seemed to be under enormous pressure and each of the 'triangles' appeared almost ready to snap under the weight of Lady Parthia's enormous boobs, such as their volume.

It was a very erotic sight.

Which was even further accentuated by the queen's flat tummy right below, fair white and with some modest fat- giving it a thick, mature feel.

The lower half of it was also decorated with some faint webs of purplish marks, stretch marks from all those births she gave no doubt, and her belly button was seen sticking out, another side effect of her sixteen pregnancies.

Alexander had never seen this exact view before, and although some might have found the marks on her body displeasing, to him, the sight of such a fertile womb was an exciting prospect as his natural instincts urged him to immediately impregnate the woman before him.

While for Lady Parthia, being made to show off her body like this desperately embarrassed her, and had to fight vigorously to keep her arms to the side and not cover her exposed chest.

A task that was made a bit easier when she was spun around by Ophenia, meaning she would no longer have to face the man's eyes directly.

But such relief was very short lived.

Because the reason why Ophenia had done this was not to deprive Alexander of his visual stimulus.

But to enhance it.

For with an expert tug, Ophenia discarded Lady Parthia's petticoat, letting it fall to the ground and enabling to emerge out of the black fabric- a magnificent sea of pristine white.

Just like Alexander had imagined, Lady Parthia's ass was large, voluminous, and very soft and pillowy, with a few wrinkles adorning it.

They appeared ripe for a brutal pounding from behind.

And just like her sting bikini, here too Lady Parthia wore only a string thong, with only a single, thin, white string going through her crack, the meat here was so dense and heavy that Alexander could barely make out where the string started and for that matter even ended.

To him, Lady Parthia's flanks appeared bare, two gigantic pristine globules with only a white band of string along her curvy hip, serving more of a decorative role than a useful one.

Being an ass lover, this current sight was so lush that the man very much wanted to simply stride over there and squeeze the lovely flesh to his heart's content and then smack it until it was peppery red.

Alexander's soaring lust was almost instantly detected by Lady Parthia, and she felt her face burn up even more as her butt even turned a tinge of red in embarrassment, while she only prayed, 'Don't bend me over. Don't bend me over. Don't let him see that.'

There was a very naughty thing hidden behind her luscious fleshy ass and she dreaded to have it revealed to Alexander.

And the gods this time seemed to have answered Lady Parthia's prayers, as Ophenia spared her the ignominy.

Although the relief was very short lived, as instead of that, Ophenia quickly made the queen turn towards Alexander, once again making her face him.

And her front was as delicious as the back.

As expected, the queen donned a triangular thong, white and pristine in color, but tiny in size, able to barely hold her nether regions in place.

The cloth was so thin that it seemed to have turned already semi translucent by now, through just the natural perspiration of the body, and when placed against the setting sun, Alexander could clearly detect the mass of dense hair hiding behind it.

There were even a few tiny strands poking out from the side.

And so that was how the former queen of Tibias looked now.

From the top, the motherly woman stood with that stylish bunned hair and she still had her makeup on, making her face yet appear exquisite.

The crimson shade of shame dying it added an indescribable hint of allure to all those around, as her most prominent features- her rosy cheeks now seemed to resemble ripe apples.

Her neck still had that ornate gold and sapphire necklace, as did her wrist possess the matching bangles, while her huge breasts were almost bare, with only her large, motherly nipples barely covered by the small piece of fabric.

Her stomach with some extra flabs bore proud marks of proof of her fertility, and below, her puffed pussy struggled against tiny fabric attempting to hold her spilling curse in place.

The creamy, fleshy thighs, soft and shining under the sunlight still held their shape, and lastly, all this magnificent beauty was held up by a pair of golden, high heeled shoes, that were studded with diamonds.

To Alexander, she looked absolutely mesmerizing, especially in that dress, making her much more 'depraved' than if she were to be only naked.

Alexander was so pleased by this that he made a note to properly reward Ophenia later for designing this.

'Even a whore does not dress like this. This is worse than being naked.'

While towards the same thing, Lady Parthia had this to say, as she internally cried in shame and even started to squirm, trying in any way to hide her exposed flesh.

It was an act that only accentuated her beauty.

And Alexander could not help but praise her in a very deep, musky voice, dripping with lust

"My lady, I have always admired you since the first day I met, But I must frankly admit, your beauty has exceeded even my wildest imagination. The title of the most woman in Tibias did not commit any injustice, hahaha. I'm not the only one blessed by the gods."

At any other time, towards this Lady Parthia would have perhaps replied with some platitudes of her own and then forgot about it the next moment.

This was not the first time she had received such compliments, and neither was Alexander's the most elegant one.

Hoover currently, hearing so in her current unique state only made her want to hang her head in shame and bury herself.

Because she knew, this was not the end, but merely the beginning.

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