Of course

Every part of your training and proper upbringing is screaming for you to agree with her that she has lost all royal titles, but when You glance over at Arch-Duke Wilbur, who is just smiling oddly content at you, one thought goes through your head. 'He has already made it publicly known that I am fucking his wife tonight. And if everyone is going to believe that I am some massive sexual deviant, then why not get the thrill from being one.' So, with a crooked smile, you say, "I have been seeing a few of the Nobles treating you with a little bit too much regal respect tonight."

Lady Beatrix's face twists and turns in anger about the words that you have said as she glances across the room at each of the nobles. Before twisting her attention back to you, "I really do not want to do this in front of them all, but if you think this is the only way." She takes a second to collect herself before continuing, "But if you must do it, can I at least be facing down so I don't think my feeble mind can bear to see the way they are looking at me."

You run your hands through her hair as you say, "Of course, I can do that for you." before walking her over to a chair and bending her over it. You feel all eyes on you as your hands slowly inch her wedding gown off her trembling body until she is standing before you, wearing nothing but a white corset. You lick your finger wet and then press them into her dry pussy before taunting her, "I see my little fuck toy isn't wearing underwear now."

She grows back. "My husband's suggestion." As you press your hard cock into her pregnant pussy lips while continuing to taunt her, "I think your husband makes great suggestions. As proof of your loyalty to me, unless your master requests otherwise, you should refrain from doing any lower undergarments from now on."

You take your time to enjoy listening to the room's whispers and gasps before you finish pushing your cock into her tight, dry pussy.

You can quickly tell it is enjoyable for Lady Beatrix, but frankly, you don't care. Everyone already believed you are a perverted depravity king, so you might as well be what they think you are as you fill her pregnant cunt with your cum.

You give her ass one last slap before pulling out. You suddenly feel unwelcome and unwanted in the room, so you turn towards the room. The whole room has gone so silent that you can hear your excess cum dripping from her pussy as you walk towards your room. To make your triumphant march even more awards, you couldn't help but notice every wife was hiding behind her husband as you passed them.

You find Sir Dietrich waiting for you outside your room. "Sire, May I speak freely."

You really do not wish to speak to anyone right now, but you are not stupid enough to send your most trusted advisor away "If you must."

Sir Dietrich, "It is not my place to speak on your arrangement with the former Queen. But I do not believe that was wise. I fear that many of the Nobility will start seeking shelter for you, and many of our neighboring kingdoms will start cutting ties with us out of fear of you not being able to control yourself in front of their wives."

You growl. "Sir Dietrich, do you believe I can not control myself?"

He says, "No, Sire." But something in his face tells you he doesn't believe that.

Realizing how big you missed up, you rub the back of your head. "Well, I believe I have some massive public relations work to do when we get home. But now I must rest." He leaves, allowing you to enter your room alone.

You sit silently alone with your own thoughts replaying what you just did and the looks you got from everyone inside your room for a fourth of an hour before there is a knock on the door and a timid male voice calls out, "Ex... EXcuse me Sir, but you have someone that wish to have an audience with you." It's too early for your mother to be joining you, and you're not in the mood to be bothered by anyone else, so you are about to turn them away, but before you can, the door opens, and in walks an elegantly dressed woman.

The woman "Sire, I am Queen Anna of the Francia Kingdom. Please accept my rude intrusion, but it is of the gravest importance to me that I have this private audience with you."

Annoyed by her sudden entrance, you scuff. "Fair Queen, aren't you supposed to be hiding behind your virtuous husband from a perverted king like me?"

Queen Anna's grin shakes your core as she sways her hips towards you. "Unfortunately, my king was unable to make the trip, but even if he was, I am not the type of woman who hides from power. In fact, I am the type of woman that runs to the type of power you have head first and with full conviction of the heart."

You watch as her hands travel toward the knot that is holding her royal gown up.