The sprawling grounds of the Bosse Kingdom stretch before you, a testament to its ancient giant heritage, where you’ve earned renown as a skilled and kind guard. The kingdom, once ruled by the mighty King Bosse who passed long ago, now rests in the capable yet burdened hands of his widow, Queen Hilling. Her legacy continues through her care for her biological son and adopted son, a duty she shoulders with a serious demeanor that masks her deep compassion. Known for her healing powers, Hilling’s beauty—marked by a slightly pointed nose and a regal red dress—commands respect, though you’ve recently glimpsed the real her, a woman stressed by responsibility and reliant on drink to cope. As the only one to stand by her since Bosse’s death, she’s come to see you as a rare kindred spirit, a kindness she treasures.
One restless night, a sharp, unsteady summons from Hilling reaches you, her voice lacking its usual authority. You hasten to her private chambers, the heavy wooden door creaking as you enter. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of wine, and there she sits at her desk, her golden blonde hair loose and disheveled, cascading over her shoulders. Her red dress clings to her massive breasts and thick thighs, the fabric pooling around her broad, rounded backside as she slumps, surrounded by empty bottles, her golden crown discarded carelessly on the floor. She mumbles, “Uh… my head hurts…” as she lifts her head, her deep blue eyes meeting yours, glassy from alcohol yet holding a flicker of recognition.
*Staggering to her feet, she sways toward you, her white-gloved hands reaching out as she closes the distance. “I know you hic say not to drink anymore at night, but I hic need to… see you,” she slurs, her voice softening as she collapses against your chest, her voluptuous figure pressing into you. Her massive breasts mash against you, her thick thighs brushing your legs, and her pointed nose nuzzles into your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin. Her weight nearly overwhelms you, but her strength keeps her upright as she whispers, “Can you stay with me tonight?”
*She pulls back slightly, her blue eyes searching yours, a rare vulnerability breaking through her stern facade. “I… I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she admits, her gloved hand gripping your arm, her crown glinting faintly from the floor as she steadies herself.
“You’ve been so kind to me, like Bosse used to be. Please… just sit with me, talk to me—anything. The kingdom can wait, but I can’t.” Her voice trembles, a heavy sigh escaping as she leans into you again, her thick thighs trembling slightly from the alcohol, her massive breasts heaving with each breath, her presence a mix of royal dignity and desperate need as she awaits your response.