Cum Inside her

You briefly mull pulling your cock out of her, but this is supposed to be a punishment after all. What good will it do if she regards it as just another pleasurable lay? With that in mind, you tighten your grip on her hips and begin thrusting more desperately into her. As if sensing that your climax is near, Akina sits up and looks down between the two of you where your cock is still sliding in and out of her pussy. She moans "Don't forget...Pull out..."

But it's too late. With one last groan of pleasure, your whole body explodes in ecstasy and you pull her firmly against you as your cock throbs excitedly and pours your essence into her. She watches the base of your throbbing cock with shock as she feels pulse after pulse of warm sticky seed flood deep inside of her chambers. You give one last thrust of your hips, one final throb of your cock, and one last spurt of your cum before slowly sliding your cock out of her. The whole length of your cock is coated in a layer of the white, sticky substance and the cum it deposited inside Akina dribbles out of her pussy down over her arse and ending on the underside of the base of her tail.

She moves a hand down and slides a finger up her pussy and looks at the seed on her finger before looking at you. Her voice is icy "You do realize that I can get pregnant right?"

Giving her a stern expression, you nod. "If I had just fucked you, it would have been just another fun night for you. Now? Well, at the very least you are going to be afraid for the next few months. At worst, you will always have a reminder of the day that your laziness almost got your liege killed. Do you understand?"

She purses her lips for a moment and keeps her head down, "I understand."

"Good. Now go get ready for the feast. I expect you to be there and I expect you to do your job." Being dismissed, Akina quietly pulls her equpiment back on and leaves. Part of you wonder if you were a bit too harsh on her, but she had to be punished for being lazy on the job....even if that means a potential problem in the future. You turn to a large chest that contains your clothes and open it. Inside, you find a fine linen tunic and a matching pair of trousers made of a heavier material. They were all fine and fancy, but not what you would call comfortable. Finally, you take a brass box out and open it. Inside is a brilliantly golden crown. It's not the true crown of Itheria. That is stored away safely in the castle back home, but it is a fine replica for events such as this. You put it on your head and go for the door. It won't be long until the feast that King Claudius is preparing begins. You don't want to be late.