Kiss her noble hand.

"You may address me as King John, although, if you wish to disband the formality, John is fine." Finishing, you offer to take her hand, "May I?"

"Of course." She answers, allowing you, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Dropping your head, your lips attaches softly to her smooth, warm skin, your moist tongue sneaking out as you kiss, suck and worship her nimble hands, taking in her lustful musk.

"Ohh..." Her other hand retreating to her chest, resting on her saucy breasts, "Your son is quite the charmer, Lady Delilah." the Queen chuckles.

"I made sure of it." Your mother beams with pride.

"If I didn't know any better, I suspect King John is trying to show me that the legends were true." Referring to your fabled sexual prowess, causing both her and your mother to chuckle, leaving you slightly embarrassed.

"... so, as you see, we wish to make a statement of the disgusting likes of him." Queen Faylen continues as the three of you tour your mother's large imperial garden.

"I can assure you, Bsaz is being watched with the utmost care, ensuring he doesn't die under the hands of our torturers..." Delilah replies.

Although you are the absolute ruler of Trupia, you have only just entered 22 years of age, thus, various family members, friends and trusted advisors play their role in managing Trupia. Your mother, in this case, diplomatically.

"Bsaz..." The Queen scoffs. Bsaz was the leader of the uncoordinated group that rampaged in the Balwood village a week ago, several days later, attempting to **** your city's fortifications. He failed, consequently, he, along with any others who have survived, were enslaved immediately.

"So, we can agree on the specifics? The alliance, the trade?" Faylen asks.

"Of course, Queen Faylen, the details shall be left to our political officials." Delilah responds.

Stopping, they embrace each other, leaning in to kiss with their tongues. Surprised at this sudden display of desire, you freeze, gawking as both their big, juicy breasts squashes against each other, their delicate, slender hands exploring and groping each other's curves.

Ending the kiss with strands of saliva between their mouths and sweet tongues, they turn to you.

"I hope I'll see you soon, King John, perhaps experience the legends myself!" She flirts, reaching in to kiss you softly on the lips, you can taste your mother's honeyed fluid from her hot lips.

Turning, she walks off gracefully with her big, round ass swaying.

You stand there, stunned, your big stick straining against your armor.

{if Rs.Affctn = 10}"Dear, accompany me to my bedchamber and clean will you? The hot summer morning is making me all sticky..." Your mother addresses you, purring seductively.{endif}

{if Rs.Affctn > 10}"Dear, you had me worried all morning." Your mother scolds, "You can't keep doing this, I'll have to punish you, personally." she asserts.

"But-"

"No buts, now be good and come with me, or do you want to be punished more severely?" Ending your protest.{endif}