A Queen

It’s been another long day at court. Endless meaningless squabbles, gifts from neighboring realms to agonize over the meaning of, and just a thousand things you hate dealing with. If you could, you would gladly give it all up - but you have no heir, and you can’t even select a husband to make you with child without upsetting the delicate balance of power in the realm. But now, at least, you have a few stolen moments to grant yourself relief with.

You pant heavily, bared breasts heaving as you bounce up and down on the dildo you’ve mounted on the floor. A shift of the object within you brings forth a moan that you barely put any effort into restraining. As you make further sultry, lustful sounds you wish that you could feel this shameful pleasure every day, that you could cast aside your crown for restraints and a life of sex.