Pearl - Flirtatious Fiancée

To say that Karla was stressed out would've been the understatement of the century, the poor Futa was absolutely wretched with nerves. She had thought that meeting her fiancée would've been a cause for celebration and in a way she guessed that it was, she was attending dinner with her betrothed Pearl, she had been described to Karla as a budding rose and the description seemed apt. Princess Pearl was a dainty little woman, almost a head shorter than Karla with an adorable pretty face with a button nose, plump lips and striking grey eyes all framed by pink hair that seems to be a hallmark of the Sigardian royal family.

The young woman was positively vivacious, she seemed incredibly thrilled to meet you and she jumped from topic to topic in conversation with an excitement that was infectious. The first thing that was distressing Karla was the growing erection in her pants, her bride-to-be was wearing a wicked light yellow gown that seemed custom made to show off her assets, a pert peach of a bubble butt wrapped tightly enough to leave very little to the imagination and an impressive bust that was lifted up as if on display. Not to mention that each time the woman leaned over to engage her in conversation she got an absolutely ungodly view of cleavage which she struggled to take her eyes off of.

Now normally a dinner with one's fiancée who was encouraging a growing reaction in her nethers would've been no cause for worry, however the real problem lay on her other side. Sat right next to her was Pearl's mother Amelia and if Pearl was a budding rose then Amelia was the entire damn rose garden. Whoever had made Amelia's dress must have felt that Pearl's left far too much for the imagination and had designed the absolutely sinful gown that the queen was wearing. Incredibly wide child bearing hips and thick thighs are draped in dark velvet cloth showing off her ass that by all metrics does not seem to quit, not to mention those breasts. Good Lord those breasts. Her dress struggled laboriously to contain the biggest rack that Karla had ever seen, somehow despite their size still perky, tucked in between them as if to draw the eye was a golden key, the symbol of Queen Amelia's station. Karla had heard many of the other nobles in the Kevashlan Empire say that Queen Amelia had her breasts ensorcelled to remain so pert, but there was no way Karla would be caught dead repeating that in front of her.

The issue is only exasperated by the fact that the older woman seemed eager to bury her arm in her deep cavernous cleavage, leaning over to engage with you and her daughter. Each time she moved her bust was sent quivering with a very real chance of them spilling free, this left Karla with a very limited field of view, surrounded on both sides with absolute bomb-shells that seemed to be completely oblivious they were having on the rock-hard erection currently straining to break free from her trousers. One time the queen had even rested her hand on her lap and she was sure that the woman would have noticed her obscene boner and have her executed or some other punishment, thankfully thought the queen seemed unaware that her hand had been resting on Karla's unbearably hard cock.

She would have enjoyed the discourse had she not been struggling so hard with the participants, both were skilled conversationalists, keeping the topics rolling smoothly while making sure to engage her when appropriate. Unfortunately this would **** her to look down at whichever woman occupied her attention which then left her desperately searching for a distraction. The room was radiantly appointed, the dining hall lined with pictures of the Sigardian royal family of past eras, who Karla also couldn't help but note sported the characteristic gray eyes, pink hair and apparently an improbable set of breasts also ran in the family blood-line.

The dinner seemed to last forever, Karla struggled not to make a fool for herself, trying not to gawk every time she was asked a question while constantly failing to get her blood to flow anywhere other than her engorged member. Finally though the evening seemed to come to a close, there was a brief moment of embarrassment when the diners got up to bid one another a good night and her prominent hard-on was on display. Karla was wearing a traditional military uniform of the Kevashlan Empire as was appropriate for this kind of thing and if she ever had the chance to meet who had made these pants so infuriatingly tight she would be sure that they would meet the business-end of her blade.

At long last Karla was able to retire to her quarters, the guest rooms in the castle she had been given were elegantly designed, a small parlor where her valets could serve during the day leading to a large bedroom with a seating area off to one side but mainly dominated by a four poster bed. Each of the decorations and furnishings was coated in gold or silver filigree, showing off the opulent wealth of the Sigardians, Karla couldn't help but be impressed at it. Her family weren't exactly paupers, they were a high noble house in the empire and their royal estate was lavish but as was common in the empire was a lot more suited to practicality than ostentation.

Tonight though she had very little time to think on her surroundings due to the pressing issue in her pants, her dick was achingly hard and each throb seemed primed to rip through the fabric of her trousers. She wasn't exactly sure on the proper procedure for masturbating in a foreign nation's castle but she hoped that she wouldn't cause an international issue by jerking off. Laying back on the bed and pulling her trousers down around her ankles to delightfully free her cock from their cloth prison, she had not even had time to get her fingers around it before there was a knock at the door.

"Ummmm... Wh-Who is it?" Karla yelled out, her brain struggling from a lack of blood flow due to her immediate circumstances.