Hear Monarch out.

It doesn't take long. She doesn't even say anything first.

You're suddenly up against the desk. As for her, she's on her knees. Her eyes are focused. Red has completely filled her face. Every time she glances up at you, it's an adorable sight to behold. She looks and acts like a princess among bandits, though right now, she's absolutely enthralled by your presence alone, as if you truly were an incubus. She lips the belt from its loops, and it long with your scabbard drop to the ground. She then undoes your trousers next, pulls them down, your underwear as well, and wraps both of her hands around the base of your shaft.

The woman does nothing more before pushing her head forwards, taking your length all the way to her throat. She bobs against you and then back again, over and over, gulping down your cock with reckless abandon. Her fingers do work. She's no rookie. Monarch knows where to grab and how to touch, and her tongue curls around and glides all around the bottom side of your shaft.

After a time, she licks farther down the bottom end, and then wraps her lips around one of your balls. She plays with them both gargling down--enjoying their flavour, their scent, their warmth, before returning to the main presentation. She moans quickly now, clearly enjoying this herself.

As you for, it's absolute heaven. She's about to suck the soul from your very body.

"Holy shit," you mutter. When you look down, she glances again up into your eyes, though says nothing before returning her entire focus to your manhood.

Her pigtails bounce like springs as she continues to bob. Her tongue seeks out every last inch it can find that it has not yet has the pleasure to taste. Though there is an elegance to her precision and her skill, perhaps partly because of her elven nature, she can't help but lose much of her royal aura as she slowly shifts into a more ravenous, sloppy blowjob. Every passing moment feels better than the one before it. Maybe it's her abilities alone, or it's the fact that she's performing the act with such heated desire to make you cum, but you feel like you're losing herself. You moan and tilt back your head, not caring to hold anything back.

It's clear what she wants, and everybody is waiting. If she wished for more, she'd have initiated something else. This girl wants you to blow, and right into her mouth.

You lower a trembling hand down to grab her head, partly signalling that you're ready, though also to take further control. From what you can sense, she loves it. You grab a little tighter, only pulling at her hair enough to elicit a shiver of excitement.

Realizing she's quite into that, you grab both of her pigtails. Her eyes widen. Then, she quickens to an alarming pace. You continue to grip them like handlebars, riding the girl's face as you race towards the finish line. Her hands wrap around to grab your ass, and you buck along with her rhythm, yet somehow she doesn't **** through it all. You must be doing quite deep. It's impressive.

You feel your toes curl. It's amazing. It feels so good, and it's about to get better. She sucks and slurps, you clench your teeth and groan, until finally it happens. Your balls unload all they have as your cock throbs hard inside her mouth, pouring every last drop down her throat. Monarch gulps it down as if she were dying of thirst, and this was the first bottle of water she's had in weeks. You keep cumming, and she keeps sucking, almost to the point where you wonder if she'll stop, or if it'll start to hurt. Your fingers gradually release her spirals, though she continues until she knows everything has been consumed. She's so thorough that you actually feel cleaner now than before you came.

Then she licks her lips. She stares up at you for a moment that feels long. Her face is red, and she seems lost in your eyes. But then the moment passes. She stands up, swallows a few more times, clears her throat, swallows again, and begins fixing her hair.

"Right," she mutters. Then she blows out a few times, trying to cool down. After moving to fanning her face, she makes her way to the exit. "Let us go. Your allies are likely wondering what happened, and mine are even moreso."

You pull up your pants and watch her hips sway as she departs.