Published: Dec 9, 2024

My one-hundred and seventy-fifth caption, featuring a peasant girl who is suddenly summoned to meet the King one night…

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Avelina was surprised when the King’s men came to her meager house on the edge of the city one night, demanding that she get dressed and come with them. Though she had no reason to be worried that she did anything wrong, it didn’t stop her from feeling worried about what was going on. It was unheard of for a King to summon a random peasant girl such as herself to the castle, but that was exactly what was happening. After a short carriage ride, she was led out into the courtyard, seeing several girls with lavish clothing and makeup being led to the same carriage. None of them looked like the usual socialites known to prowl the higher class districts of the city, especially given how they moved. One of them even looked like one of her old friends, but it was far too dark to tell for sure. She was escorted inside the lavish castle’s great hall.

Several maids and attendants wasted no time leading her to a washroom, forcing her to strip off her modest clothes and take a bath. She was adverse to this, of course, but she still knew there must have been a purpose to all of this. Besides, even a common farm girl such as herself knew better than to say no to the King’s loyal staff. They bathed her, using powders and soaps that she never dreamed of being able to afford. Drying her off, they then presented her with a silky white dress to put on, looking nothing like anything she’d ever imagine herself wearing. Fully dressed and hair styled professionally, she looked at the mirror, surprised by the girl looking back at her. She had never looked so pretty.

The theme of being rushed around was maintained as she was taken further into the castle, all the way to the King’s throne room. There, she laid her eyes upon the elderly King Serill, rather frail and dressed in simple, ornate robes. However, his most striking thing about him was the mask he wore, obscuring his facial features. The mask looked like that of a younger man, likely himself, though it was clear from looking at his hands that he likely didn’t look like that anymore. Avelina wondered what he really did look like, given it was said he had worn it for over forty years.

Inviting her up to the throne in a raspy voice, muffled slightly by the mask, Avelina approached the King, bowing out of respect. He was seemingly annoyed by the gesture, insisting she dispense with the gestures and come closer. Standing before the King, he ordered her to spin around, bend over, and make several other “gestures” before him. She was nervous, but calmed down when he heard a huff of approval. He urged her to come even closer, eventually grabbing her hand tightly with his wrinkled, thin hands, as cold as ice.

“You are perfect, dear.” He spoke in a soft tone, increasing his grip. “By the powers invested in me, my kingdom, and my family, you shall from this point on be known as Queen Serill. I officially cede all my land, wealth, and authority to you. Enjoy this honor, dear.”

Avelina was filled with a confusing mixture of emotions, but before she could respond to the King in any way, there was a flash from the eyes of his mask. She could feel herself slipping away, briefly losing consciousness for a moment before finding herself looking through two, eye-shaped slits. All her strength and youthful energy were suddenly gone, replaced by weakness and aching pains. She blinked her cloudy eyes, seeing her own face looking back at her, much like the mirror she had gazed through before. But it was no mere reflection this time. It was her.

“Thank you, your Highness.” “She” bowed towards the “man”, an evil grin flashing across “her” face. “I humbly accept the gifts you have bestowed upon me, and accept your blessings and the title of Queen. As thanks for your service to this country, I shall grant you my modest property on the edge of the city to live out the rest of your days in peace, away from politics and other matters.”

Avelina tried to object, to speak in her defense, but she was too wrought with emotion and the weakness of her old, frail body to form any coherent words. The “Queen’s” staff wasted no time stripping the crown, robes, jewelry, even the mask from “him”, dressing “him” in commoner’s clothes and quietly moving “him” back outside, into the empty carriage waiting there. All the former woman could do was sob, realizing he had stolen her life from her. Her youth, her natural beauty, all of it was gone, replaced by a dying, powerless shell.

Watching the carriage leave, the newly-minted Queen Serill watched with a smirk as his old body was hauled away. He had done it. After all of these years, studying the dark arts, he had finally found a way not only to achieve immortality, but the epitome of beauty as well.

The decadent King Serill had ruled the kingdom all his life, using the nearly endless fortune left behind by the former king, his father, to live a life of luxury. Though the King’s advisors basically ran the country, there was one thing he was deeply involved in. Beauty. Serill was a deeply vain man, obsessed with his appearance to those around him. When he was born many moons ago, it was foretold that he’d always be the best-looking person in the kingdom, unable to be matched by any other living soul. When a hunting accident had left his face scarred, he had the mask made, and began his private studies into the arcane arts. Immortality was only a bonus for him. All he desired was to regain beauty.

Knowing no one would know who “he” was, given all the years they had worn the mask, the new Queen strutted over to the bed, wasting no time exploring her own, youthful body. Rubbing the face of her silk panties was powerful enough on its own, but when she inserted several of her fingers past them, inside of herself, an orgasm rocked “her” whole body. The former man had no idea how powerful and raw these sensations would be, but even with “her” newfound sensitivity it didn’t take long for her to realize she required a man to fully satisfy her. After all, a new Queen such as herself would be expected to have children with her future King, whoever the lucky man would end up being~