#upright!nadia

[mina-mauveine]

can haz moar undertable?

Continued from my undertable! tag

Your wife gives no audible signs of pleasure, but she’s starting to tremble. The grip she has of your hair has lightened, but the one she has on the arm of the throne is white knuckled and tight.

You know Nadia wants to rock forward, bring your attention to her now gleaming core. She’s opened up with your careful ministrations, her labia reddened and her excitement beginning to glisten out onto the royal seat.

Your poor lover cannot escape. She has allowed herself to be caught by you, by the whims of your need. Knowing that she’ll let no other have her like this, makes your head swim.

You deny yourself your prize no long, shuffling on your knees you bring your mouth where she wants you. You lick at the gleam, earning a sharp inhale of breath.

Nadia manages to wave off any comment, but you don’t wait for her to compose herself further. You press your tongue from fold to fold, adding moisture instead of balming your wife’s need.

She grips and tries to steer you towards her clit, you let her guide you, but only push a gentle kiss to the throbbing bundle of nerves.

Nadia sighs, frustration and annoyance clear enough for the rest of the room to fall silent. They’re cowed by her anger. Their volume lessening and tone becoming more agreeable. You’re starting to think your Queen has been too lenient with the courtiers. They’ve taken her kindness and understanding as meekness.

You bring up your free hand, stroke your knuckles against her folds as your finally take her clit into your mouth.

[mina-mauveine]

Oh my, mc wadya doin 👀 courtiers pless also hows familiar doing on nadi’s shoulder?

The familiar is enjoying it like the little sh!te they’re, accurately portrayed by the talented @u-so-silly

(Typing away at this this particular series because u-so-silly literally lured me in with Nadia’s come hither eyes, like who does that, what was that, I’m so flustered) Part 1 of her comics

[mina-mauveine]

I'm so ready for more undertable

Continued from my Undertable! tag

Nadia’s hand pets agitatedly through your hair, a bit of a punishment. She has no thought on the council’s proposal, her attention and body having obviously been captured by your antics.

“Let us set aside this topic for the time being-” Nadia’s sentence falls abruptly when you restart your efforts. Your kisses are still paced, but you now let your tongue peek from your grinning lips.

“My Queen?”

“Move. On.” Nadia grits out, the authority in her voice like steel and her order a whip.

Another, wiser councilwoman begins the next issue of concern.

You heed all of this with little regard, too caught up in your task. Enjoying the intoxicating feeling of the clandestine affair.

Your wife may command the room, but you have her under your spell.

You let your tongue pave against the increasing beat of her femoral artery. Apply your teeth just the way she likes it. Pressing down with intent, using enough pressure to leave a mark.

You move at a glacial pace, leisurely taking account of each twitch and shake you earn from your Queen. Giving more of a certain touch whenever the speed of her heart quickens and jumps. You move your hand off her knee, sliding under her leg to hold her steady as your begin to suck at the pulse point.

She knows better than to move, if she jostles your free, the suction of your lips would surely let out a tell tale pop.

[mina-mauveine]

Ooooo soft, reassuring head scritches, definitelly best way to ease tension, hoho, tho new courtiers need to chill and let nadia speak first!

You could almost doze off like this, at your lady’s feet, her touch so gentle upon your head. You run an idle hand up along Nadia’s perfect thigh, silken smooth. You’ve served Nadia like this before, but always when you two were alone.

You wouldn’t have thought to suggest it, but you’re sure Nadia has imagined it before, she has always had a thing for power and what’s more more powerful than being pleasured on one’s throne before an audience. The necessity of staying quiet, poised under assessing eyes, it was a task that Nadia wouldn’t likely shy away from.

It technically wasn’t exactly the throne, but it was the head of the table all the same and Nadia always tasted divine. You inch your hand higher, eliciting a gasp and for the fingers in your hair to tighten just short of painful.

“My Queen?” A coutier asks.

After a lengthy pause, the fingers loosened, patting almost apologetically. “Continue, please.”

The council drones on, and Nadia has just given you permission, today was turning out better than you could’ve hoped.

[mina-mauveine]

i would be interested in more shenanigans under the table!

“We need to discuss adjusting tax brackets so those able will be asked to give more, while lessening the weight on-”

A haughty voice interrupted, “Now, my queen, we shouldn’t be so hasty to raise-”

Someone else now, brash but impassioned, “We need the funds to care for the flooded-”

Another tone joins in.“The noblemen’s vote is just as crucial-”

You feel Nadia’s sigh, slight may it be, you knew your wife. This meeting was going to be a long one and it was going nowhere fast.

Nadia sits back in her throne, you could imagine how one of her hands will start to tap impatiently on the armrest furthest from where you normally sat. Her other hand would normally be open and facing up on her lap, waiting for your fingers to interlock with hers and give her strength.

Ah, there it is now.

But instead of putting your hand into hers, you place your head on her knee, smiling when Nadia works her fingers easily into your hair, petting a soothing rhythm for you both.