Finish him off with your mouth.

Still feeling a little frisky, and being unwilling to see his hard cock go unattended, you seize on Sir Jonathan's belt, undo it and deftly pull out your Marshal's manhood.

A manhood every bit as impressive as the man it dangles from. Everything about his long, thick cock signals an assured masculine strength.

You lean down, teasing the tip of Jonathan's hard member to begin with. Your mother had told you, more than once, that you could make a man yours with just a few well-applied flicks of your tongue.

"Mathilda, you don't have to do- Oh!" Jonathan gasps as you suck his cockhead into your mouth.

You'd wager a strapping man like Jonathan's had this done to him before. By his Queen, however, well that would be a different story.

Slowly you take more and more of his meaty shaft into your mouth, it coming to you easier than you would've expected.

Jonathan's clearly enjoying himself as you suck his cock. Even now, decorum prevents the knight from manhandling your head the way you did his. Instead, his powerful hands grip the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

You draw your head back and flick your tongue around his sensitive spongey cockhead, another pointer your mother had given you (part of you wondered if the amount of time your mother had spent telling you about blowjobs had been normal, or even appropriate), and one Jonathan seemed to appreciate.

It wasn't long before the dutiful soldier had reached his limit. After a short and gasped warning, he came in your mouth. Letting his impressive, ridable prick fall out your mouth flaccid, you swallowed what Jonathan had given you in short order.

Hmm, you thought. Not as terrible as you had once thought. Though also, not as divinely satisfying as the former Regent had confided in you.

Helping Jonathan straighten out his garments, you stand and make for the door with him.

"Not a word of this to anyone." You remind him.

"You will always have my discretion, Your Majesty." Jonathan says, before quickly slipping out the door.

As you're left your own devices, however briefly, you sigh contentedly to yourself. Somehow, you just might enjoy being Queen.