Of course you trust her! B-Baka!

You remain stalwart in posture and hold a critical gaze at Akina long enough to make her aggressive stance soften a bit. Akina’s ears begin to droop, and her eyes widen with some worry. “... Bryce?”

Her voice is quiet. Almost ****. Was this an act? Fat chance.

You decide the look does not suit Akina, and flick her nose. The response is immediate, with Akina practically hissing at you with feline-esque precision.

“Relax!” You begin, “Let’s just say Vessa had some concerns about the security surrounding the wedding. I know your surveillance with Lord Garret’s is absolute here in the Palace, but what about the Keep and the Basilica?”

Akina crosses her arms again. Her initial proximity never falters as she says, “She has no right to comment about our security. You’ll have eyes on you every moment you’re in the palace, and at every square inch of the Basilica and Keep. That hag of an elf could not hope to achieve such a feat without her spells tiring her out.”

You finally walk around her and toward a wash basin in your bedroom to wash your face, “So your security is absolute? Not a single crack in the system? Even better than Vessa’s spells in determining if danger is near to me?”

“League’s better!” Declares Akina, with more certainty than she knows to be true.

You dry your face with a hand towel that hung beside the wash basin.

“Then, tell me, Akina. Why is it Vessa and her staff informing me that there is a plot to kill my fiancé?”

“Impossible!” Says Akina, with the same level of certainty as before, though inwardly, her confidence starts to waver. She did, after all, make the security all about you, her king. It was not a priority to be digging out plots involving the woman that had yet to be officially made her queen. Akina’s tune changed quickly, “That witch is just stirring up trouble of her own. Of course, I know there is reason to be concerned about Clara. I just hadn’t had time with the wedding to inform you.”

You could tell by the twitching in her tail that she was lying to you. Especially when considering there had been plenty of opportunities to inform had Akina really known. But you figured the best course of action was to ignore it, and get her looking into the plot against Clara’s life.

“Good. Then I was right to believe in you.” You face Akina, “Then how long until you suspect you can put an end to this plotting against my Queen-to-be?”

Akina’s expression creased up. She had no idea what she was talking about, except within the context of her previous work to uncover plots. If someone was after Princess Clara’s life, then it had to be done before the wedding. It would be the most logical course given that the perpetrator, if found out, would face fewer consequences given it would hardly be considered regicide due to Clara being a princess of a subjugated petty kingdom. Like wildfire, the potential culprits were already starting to flash in Akina’s mind, and despite just learning about the plot, was able to use experience and past knowledge of the secret agents of the duchies and kingdom to create a list.

“I would wager, several days at least.” Akina thought out loud. Though she had meant to keep the thought to herself. “But if I redirect some of my agents from the wedding—like I already planned to do! I can thwart any attempt on Clara’s life before the wedding!”

You sigh. Akina had let things slip from her fingertips in the past as well, but you had seen her make these things right just as well. You had to trust her. Using Akina for her strengths had yet to fail you.

You approach Akina. “I look forward to your results.”

Akina hastily began to get to work, but you grabbed her by the tail before she leapt off. The vice of your grip brought her back to you with a yelp and your lips were on her furry ears.

“And Akina,” You whisper, “Try not to make a habit of lying to me.”

Akina gulps, but then a smirk forms on her face. Eventually she turns toward you and rubs her lithe body against yours while her hands explore the contours of your musculature. “Can’t help it. I love when you discipline me.”

You do not move away from her, even as one of her hands finds your crotch.

“Don’t you have a plot to thwart?” You remind Akina.

“It can wait. What’s the worst that happens? Clara dies. And you make me take her place? Is that what the witch tried to tell you I was plotting in the safety of her spell?”

Not quite. You recall it had something to do about information concerning Clara. What was up with Akina’s choice of words? It’s like she was trying to feed the suspicion that Vessa planted about Akina being a potential agent against you. Despite that, you hated the fact that it makes your groin stir. “A beastfolk Queen? Even Itheria would be up in a riot if that happened.”

“I’m not hearing a no.” Akina’s hand finds your dick inside your trousers, and gives the hardening member a good, strong, stroke. Despite the urgency concerning Clara, you cannot help but let out a moan.

“Someone has been neglecting their needs.” Akina licks your neck with her sandpaper textured tongue while continuously stroking your cock, “A needy King has me busy trying to thwart a potential ****, so let’s make this quick.”

You certainly could not deny that it had been a while. The past month had you so busy with planning for the impending wedding, that the weight of your balls was feeling pretty obvious right now with Akina’s ministrations. It was somewhat clear that this was Akina’s way of making you forget that she had let slip the fact that Clara was in danger, and the part about her lying to you. You decided to let it work, as your urges won over, and you let your hands cup Akina’s small breast and tight ass through the form fitting leather she wore.

“You’re lucky my dick can’t resist your pussy.” You say, stealing a kiss from Akina. Using the pull strength of the hand that is on her ass you make your sexes exchange heat and friction. “Quick, then. I have places to be.”

Feeling the pressure of the rest of your schedule for today, you twist Akina around and bend her over a dresser. She wiggles her ass and tail invitingly as you rip her britches off down to her knees, effectively, keeping her in place. You pull your cock out and line up a bit more carefully than needed. Eventually, your dick is enveloped in the unique, particularly hot, folds of Akina’s willing pussy. Through the reflection of the dresser’s mirror, you see Akina’s fangs as her mouth widens from your invasive appendage.

“Mmmm, Bryce. Twitching already? This will be quick.” Teases Akina. Who twists her hips as her cunt grips you member.

You slap her ass hard in response. Then grab her waist before thrusting yourself into her depths. The sudden shift to a more rough approach makes Akina grind her teeth now. “Got a problem with that?”

Akina shakes her head, “No. J-Just don’t forget… to make me—”

You feel Akina’s insides begin to pulse with you. It must have been a while for her too. Who knew planning a wedding could be this stressful? Of course, this was no meager wedding, but a union that will define the kingdom and future foreign politics for a generation.

You pull Akina’s head back by her hair, and tactfully ask, “Does my little kitty want to be bred?”

“Yes!” was Akina’s breathy reply. “Yes! Fill me up, Bryce!”

It was a safe day.

Akina’s climax followed the first pulse of your cock as royal seed spilled within her. It was thick, and your thrusts stopped abruptly as you just buried your dick as far as it would go into Akina. You both rode out your release for about a minute.

Letting go of Akina’s hair, you pull out your softening member, and put your dick away. You really did have places to be, and Akina knew as well too. So you wasted no time in leaving the room after applying a scent to hide the musky smell of sex.

Akina, remained bent over the dresser as you departed. She used her hand to wipe up a thick strand of cum that spilled from her pussy and was lingering on her thigh. She looked at it for a second on her hand, before lapping it up with her tongue. It was exquisite in taste, and potent in virility. She almost thought it a shame the release was wasted on her safe day. But that thought did not linger. She had work to do.

Pulling her leather pants back up, without cleaning the rest of the load from her pussy, Akina took some secret paths through the Palace to end up exactly beside the core of her task. Princess Clara, though only Princess by title for now, was in the grand Queen’s Chambers, with some maids holding up some dresses that she was assessing. It was the widening eyes of the maids that caught Clara’s attention. Akina having snuck up on all of them as she usually does. Not a sound to give her presence away until she makes it known.

Clara was initially alarmed. But her face transformed to recognition, and then into some degree of anger. It was Akina’s intuition that Clara had caught the faint scent of Bryce on Akina. Though Clara allowed Bryce’s flings with Akina and Sarah to continue, it still ignited a deep jealousy within the young princess whenever she discovered it.

“Your Highness.” Akina said mockingly accompanied by an equally mocking bow, “Out of concerns for your safety, I have a few questions I need to ask you.” Her slitted eyes landing on the several maids in the room. She knew all their names, and was hinting at the need for privacy. The maids eventually left. What followed was an exchange of questions. Akina’s all business. Clara’s, about Akina’s proximity to Bryce.