Give in

Why the hell would you want to resist? Free will is overrated if it keeps you from eating pussy.

"Please your gorgeous majesty, please let me eat your pussy some more! It tastes divine and serving you makes my existence meaningful! There are people who spend their lives in pointless jobs they hate, but I have the opposite, an incredibly enjoyable position that brings pleasure to the most important person in the world!"

Miranda's cheek's glow red. "Well, since you asked nicely..." She pushes your head back into her crotch. She coos and murmurs quietly as you lap at the royal lips. Her fingers run through your hair as you pierce deeper and deeper into her warm folds.

Your Queen cums with a loud moan, spilling delicious juices that you lap up eagerly. You slow your efforts, letting her come down from her heights gradually. When she's calm you start the process over again, teasing her outer lips until she's ready for more. Soon she's worked up again and you press further into her. Her second orgasm is just as strong as the first, but you keep going. You don't have the right to stop without permission, or even the desire.

Footsteps from behind alert you to that someone is approaching the throne.

"Beauteous Majesty, please forgive my intrusion, but there is much work to be done today. Many representatives of countries around the world seek the attention of their exalted Queen."

"Oh," says Miranda, still holding your head firmly between her legs. "Okay, send them in."

Silence.

"Don't worry," she says. "I can- ungh! I can do two things at once."

"Of course my Queen. I'll send them in immediately."

Dignitaries and state officials come in one after another to see Miranda. She listens to all of their complaints, worries, and requests as you eat her out. She cums on your face again and again as they come and go, slowly getting better at concentrating on her work as she enjoys your tongue.

You eventually tune their voices out, focusing on nothing except the glorious pussy in front of you. You live for those perfect moments when Miranda stops talking about state policy to scream through the orgasms you give her.

Hours later your body is sore, including your legs despite the comfy pillow you are kneeling on. Even that feels wonderful, like you've run a marathon for charity and your pain signifies glorious sacrifice and triumph. You've lost count of the number of times Miranda came, she must have used her powers to make herself more resilient. You swirl your tongue around her pussy as you stroke the clitoris with your index finger, determined to earn another orgasm from your Queen.

Miranda puts a hand under your chin and tilts your head up to look at her. "You've had a busy day, haven't you! Well, the day's over for court business, so it's time to go out on the town and have some real fun!"