Claude took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Emmalise wasn't just some witch or wandering daemon he could handle however he liked—she was a Queen. And if he fucked her now and she got pregnant…
Shit would go crazy.
Everything needed preparation starting from court approval, formal agreements, ceremonies... And if they knew the Queen already got pregnant, her already good image would be shattered.
"Okay, Emmalise, let's get you back to your room."
He tried to lift her, but she swayed and collapsed right on top of him, sending them both flopping onto the sofa.
"Hhhhnnng~ But we just got started… What about me?" she whined, her voice thick with need. "My pussy feels weird… it's itching."
She lifted her dress, shamelessly pressing her fingers to her soaked cunt. A shiver ran through her body as a bolt of pleasure hit her.
