moar undertable pleez
Continued from my undertable! Tag
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“You’ve forced me to listen to what I’ve already read,” Nadia is trembling under your touch, but while her words were measured to keep composure, her tone remains stern, “did I not request those working on the renovation project to meet and discuss the next course of action?”
“My-”
“The flooded districts will be attended to posthaste,” you could imagine Nadia’s unimpressed glare, possibly the one she directed at the Count when he had pestered these halls, “a whole set of our people are suffering from what we can easily afford to fix, I’ve made measures for it to be so.”
“Queen Nadia, I wasn’t suggesting-”
“We may have an even greater excess if I were to replace those in opposition of my direct orders, those that feel their stolen wealth requires safeguards instead of a due penance to the people that have slaved and bled for those swollen treasuries.”
A pin drop would’ve been heard in the room.
You’re wondering if the courtiers are just choosing to tune out the rustle of clothes and glance of skin that you’re still indulging upon.
Nadia was correct in all accounts, righteous anger having unspooled her reservations of being too firm. She had tried to console, but it’s by far time they remembered that iron resides within velvet for Vesuvia’s Queen.
She’s positively a deity, her compassion for her people, her command of the situation in court.
You’ve been given free rein to touch a goddess and you’re both unable and unwilling to stall yourself from enjoying your position in her life. It thrills you, to have a woman like her, to have a queen so competent be so pliant under your teasing touch.
That while she’s able to hold all of Vesuvia, you’re the one that holds her.
A courtier grumbles out, “many of us provide them wages that keep their oversized families ali-”
“A barely functional wage even for a single body, I’ll be devoting my attention to rectifying any unjust leniencies that the late Count had in place.”
Your entire hand is soaked; you have little issue pushing three of your digits into her aching pussy just as you suck hard on her clit.
“Dis-,” Nadia’s voice falters for only a second, “dismissed!”
The courtiers scramble off like sheep; their haughty airs forgotten. Many even fail to push in their chairs as they near sprinted for the doors.
You’re too busy to mind, already pumping your fingers in and out, crooking them back towards you as Nadia clamps vice-like around your motions.
The doors have yet to even fully close before she’s rutting into your face.