A Distracting Conversation

"So? What did you boys squabble over this time?" Turning around with a swift motion, Astoria made her long sleeves and loincloth twirled in the air. She had rushed to Wolf's room midway through her daily prayer, and thus, had paid no heed to the scarcity of garment covering her skin. Walking towards an empty chair, her thick thighs rubbed together and her hips peeking out from the slit running along the side of her skirt, she sat in front of her stepson with her eyes glancing up at him.

Crossing her legs, Astoria clumsily let the loincloth fall to the side, giving her stepson an even more direct look at her panties pressed between her crossed thighs. Not yet realizing her mistake, she kept it in full view, all the while, taking a deep breath, her breasts heaved plenty and her lungs were flooded with manly odor oozing from Wolf.

"Hmm, what is that smell? It's pungent yet delightful in a way," she asked, not realizing that it was the scent of Wolf's pheromones making her body and mind perk up as a woman.

"What smell?" Having gotten too used to the odor by this point, Wolf had no idea what she was talking about. However, instead of dragging the matter any longer, Astoria leaned forward in the chair and asked her son the more important question.

"William lost in your little spar at the training ground, didn't he?" She asked, her eyes carrying a sharp look as she peered into Wolf's eyes.

As distracting as the sight of Astoria's deep cleavage was to the prince, he tried to keep his eyes focused on his mother's lips and not those tight-pressed tits.

"He did…yeah," looking around for another chair, Wolf grabbed it from another side of the room and brought it in front of the queen. Unsure what angle she was coming from, he decided not to seem too cocky about his victory and instead study her expressions to uncover her thoughts. "I had to clear my name, he was spreading rumors that I faked my ranking documents."

Upon hearing the truth, the queen's head lowered on its own. A look of disappointment had taken over her, and with a heavy sigh, she lifted her gaze back to her son.

"I expected nothing less from Robert, he's feeding William lies and it wouldn't surprise me if both of them have fake documentation," staring into Wolf's silver eyes, Astoria began to judge her stepson to later compare him with William. "If what I'm assuming is the truth, then you can and will have to win this competition."

Surprised that she was indirectly asking him to be king, Wolf blinked in disbelief before nodding back without question. He had planned to win anyway, but to have his future queen's support was just another reason to do his best. 

"I say that not because I know you're more competent for the seat, but…" Hearing the queen talking again, Wolf shook away the excitement bubbling inside of him. Matching her gaze, he focused only on what she had to say. "As you know William's father–the late king was a studied mage, but for some reason, William wants to mimic you on your path as a hybrid."

Flipping her legs to the other side while shaking her head, Astoria flashed her panties without even realizing it yet again. One leg resting on top of the other, her upper thigh laid flat on the other. The loincloth now caught in between her legs hid the sight of her panties, but at this point, with her legs laid bare, her allure grew to even greater heights. A woman blessed by the goddess herself, no wonder her body was the peak of femininity. From big breasts each the size of Wolf's head, and a bottom wide enough to suffocate a man to death, she was the desire of every man but none were worthy of laying on her, their undeserving hands.

"If only William would stick to magic instead of trying to be a hybrid…" The sudden grunt of anger from the queen lifted Wolf's eyes back to her face. Heaving a tired sigh, she lifted her golden gaze back to match her stepson. "Forget what I just said, I'm just tired of people trying to take advantage of the young of any noble lineage."

"Was it the same for you when you became queen?" Her visible frustration drew Wolf's curiosity, and upon hearing the question, Astoria's eyes widened for a moment as her mind slipped down the many lanes of memory. 

Her past was no different, to be wedded to the old king at the age of just eighteen. There were plenty of wolves in sheep's clothing, but by the grace of their goddess, she could look right through their facade.

"Yes…It always has been like that, and Robert is trying to do the same to my son," Astoria replied, her eyes growing a bit sombre. 

"Then why don't you have him dismissed as his trainer?" Wolf asked without a second's delay.

Staring at Wolf for a while, her eyes glued to him but her mind drifting somewhere else, she gave his idea some thought, but even in her head, it had to be quickly dismissed.

"William chose him and just as I have no say in you being forced to stay here with the commoners, I have no say in who he chooses as his master as well," being the dignified queen of a meritocracy, Astoria knew well that it was not her place to dictate, who does what, as there were plenty of her most trusted aides who were far more competent than her despite their many differences. "It is his life, he's free to do so as he chooses, the same goes for you, Wolf. You're free to do as you wish, even if your path leads to imminent failure I'm not going to stop you."

Pushing herself out of the chair, Astoria stood before her stepson. Looking down at him in the chair with her hands folded under her plentiful breasts, she took a long look at his face before speaking to him one last time.

"But I do hope to see more sense in you than William. Don't disappoint me, son, because if you do, I'd rather let the enemies have our kingdom than allow an incompetent king to take seat." With that said, she made her way to the exit. Following her with his gaze, Wolf's eyes wandered down her back. With every swing on one side or the other, her buttocks slipped out of her dress' slits, making him wanna take the veil off and admire that ass with his hands and lips. 

Reaching forward on their own, his hand ached for a touch, but with the queen gone, they fell back down.

'I swear I'll win and then you'll be all mine…' Already imagining what their night would be like, Wolf got more and more excited, until he knew he had to get himself something–or rather someone plump for the night. 

"I wonder if Renee will still be in the guild hall at this time?" And what better option than his secret lover and childhood friend?