Queen of Hearts 7 (Patreon)

( Warning: This story contains elements of racism and raceplay for entertainment purposes only. The ideas and language used is not representative of the author's personal beliefs)


As Mia entered the main entrance hall, she marveled at the castle’s splendor. The pristine whites and reds of the halls, adorned with period reliefs of gallant knights fighting off vicious, dark skinned savages with spears from regal steeds caught her attention. She walked with reverence into the throne room where decadent displays of wealth surrounded a majestic ebony queen. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over a stunning rose red dress filigreed with intricate golden designs as she smiled from her throne.

(1)

It was a proud moment to see someone who looked so much like her looking as royal and elegant as she did, but for some reason, Mia’s legs didn’t stop to bow to her when it was time. Nor did they prevent her from walking right past the monarch ‘s throne. Mia couldn’t tell what it was that captivated her so about the mysterious door behind the throne, but she felt herself move right towards it unopposed by the armored guards or even the servants.

She placed her hand on the door and walked into what looked to be the royal boudoir. It too was decked out in red and black with white curtains over the windows with a luxurious bed in the center of the room. Curiously, the queen was here too, sitting on the edge of the bed in a much more sexualized and trimmed down version of the one she wore on the throne. A tall, strong man wearing a crown not dissimilar to her own stood before her and dropped his shirt onto the ground revealing his gently tanned brawny chest as she hungrily inched the front of her dress up to reveal a pair of black panties shimmering with warm dampness.

(2)

The powerful, sexy blonde king picked his nigger queen up effortlessly as Mia crossed from one end of the room to the other, presumably placing her right onto his big, hard, white cock judging from her coos of pleasure. Not that Mia could see any of that. She was already reaching for the fancy silver lever on the door to the next room.

The room that followed was remarkably similar to the last one, but in many ways…cheaper. The queen sat on her wide spread knees on the bed, but this time she was even more scantily clad. Her royal garments seemed more like fancy lingerie than anything an actual ruler might wear.

(3)

Her crown was different too. Mia realized that each time she’d seen the queen she was wearing a new crown, but that didn’t quite matter as much as watching her turn and bend over for a white man with short brown hair. Beside them was a heap of metal, cloth, and buckles that Mia recognized as the same armor that the knights guarding the throne room wore. Again, the directionless girl walked right past them even as the knight began pumping his dick in and out of her majesty’s pussy, her fat ass and thighs plopping thickly as he began to pound away at her more forcefully. As if on an undisturbable mission, Mia never bothered to turn her head to look at the couple once she walked past, curious as she was. Instead she simply moved through another door into an even smaller, cheaper looking room.

This time the queen looked decidedly un-royal as she sat, slumped on the floor in skimpy panties and a bra that barely covered her dark nipples. The formerly regal woman wore no crown or royal vestments. She did not appear to be elegant or refined. She merely sat in subdued reverence, grinning like a happy cat at a skinny servant boy, her face flushed with arousal as the pale teen timidly removed his cock from his pants. 

(4)

In seconds, she pounced on it, happily slurping and sucking on the pale peasant’s dick. She purred and moaned as she pleasured him, removing it from her big, puffy lips from time to time to nuzzle it. She adored it. Worshipped it even like it was the most precious thing in the world before slipping it back into her mouth to head back and forth on it as wet slurps and ecstatic groans filled the air.

There was no door this time. Only the small, cheap room with red walls as Mia took in the sight before her. Watching with bated breath, something clicked in Mia’s mind. Whereas before she felt immense pride, respect, and admiration for the queen when she first saw her, now she felt something more close to kinship. There was nothing to respect or admire anymore. There was nothing to be especially proud of. It was just a good girl doing what she was meant to do regardless of station. It only made too much sense now, Mia thought. Even a queen, regal and magnificent was easily made to bow before white men. No matter how beautiful or well bred, black was still black, and that meant that her life’s calling was to serve and submit white men completely in hopes that one of them would choose to fill her with light skinned babies and begin purging her family of it’s blackness.

And then, the alarm went off again.

Mia had been looking forward to her double date with Trinh for over three weeks now. Both of them had managed to snag cute guys while out and about, giggling to themselves that they’d both taken to only dating white men. Still, shortly after, Trinh just sort of dropped off the face of the Earth, only texting her in short bursts when absolutely necessary. Try as she might, the sex-hungry black girl couldn’t help but assume that her friend was busy on her knees sucking and kissing fat white dick instead of responding to her messages.

The very thought of it made Mia’s mouth water.

She sauntered up the street in her cutest little black dress, eager to show off her new hairstyle and trim figure to both Cody and Trinh. Hell, she thought, if Trinh’s date wanted to catch an eyeful of her too he was welcome to.

(5)

She sat at the bar, waiting eagerly for her date to show up. Several men had approached her while she was there but despite the temptation to scream at half of them to fuck off and run away with the other half, she was able to keep her composure long enough for Cody to show up. It was cheesy, but he’d walked in with a bouquet of flowers for her, the sight of which had her beaming in delight.

(6)

It was only when Trinh had entered the establishment that Mia’s jaw completely dropped. Indeed, the results of Trinh’s recent weight gain had begun to show on her as new, luscious curves pressed against her rose red dress. The dress itself had mesmerized Mia for a moment, trapping her in a feeling like she was trying to remember something terribly important that had to do with that dress. Or maybe not the dress, but the color of it.

What really blew her mind though, was the sudden appearance of a pair of large, plastic tits stuffed into the cups of the dress and forming a tantalizing view of her deep cleavage.

(7)

She lingered at the door for a couple seconds before a tall man with dark hair and light skin wrapped a fit, but not large arm around his prize and began directing her in.

“Hey everyone….” She began.

“Everyone, this is Alex. Alex, this is Mia and her date…”

“Cody.” Cody said, reaching for a handshake.

“Trina.” The newly minted Asian bimbo said happily. “It’s lovely to meet you.