End this...

It’s time. You shrug off all your clothes and walk into the throne room, your flacid cock hanging nearly down to your knees.

The rest of the council has already arrived. The Queen is speaking to them with some urgency. “The General requests a full council meeting over such an important matter and then is late! Honestly, I thought he was at least competent, despite his unfortunate gender. He’d better show up or…” She trails off as she sees you, standing completely naked before the throne, massive cock entirely intact. A look of horrified realization creeps over her face. You smirk. “It was you,” she gasps. “You all along! How many other men have you involved in this vile conspiracy, General?”

“Other men, your majesty? Why none! It only takes one good man to bring you to your knees.” You take a step forward.

“Guard,” the Queen commands, voice filled with firm confidence, “seize the General and throw him in the dungeons.” The Guard steps forward, standing before you silently, but makes no move to “seize” you. You place a hand on her shoulder and she slowly, obediently sinks to her knees. She leans forward to place a kiss on your flaccid shaft. This is not an act of oral sex, designed to bring pleasure to your cock. She kisses it the way you might kiss a monarch’s signet ring. It’s an act of fealty, obedience, loyalty. You pat her head. “Good little whore,” you whisper, and she blushes and looks away. You walk around her, continuing toward the Queen.

The Queen is utterly shocked, but she hasn’t yet realized the direness of her predicament. “Executioner, kill him immediately!” The Executioner kneels and kisses your cock, eyes wide with adoration as she submits to your authority.

“Beatmistress!” the Queen shrieks, now ****. “Release the hounds!” But the Beastmistress kneels before you and presses her lips against the head of your cock, unabashedly inhaling your scent as she does so. You pet her like you would a dog. “Arf,” she says, so quiet as to be nearly inaudible. You continue your forward march.

The Queen is trying to push her back through the throne, violently gripping the armrests and staring at your cock with a look of pure, unmitigated terror. “My entire council… Your vile appendage has corrupted my entire council! D-daughter, you must escape,” She said, her voice breaking. “You, at least, must get away and…” The Queen trails off as her beloved daughter kneels before you, grasping your cock in her hand and giving it a wet, sloppy smooch. “No,” moans the Queen. “Not her too. You can’t have, its impossible…”

You stand before the Queen, and you can no longer delay your decision. How will you govern the Kingdom?

(Note: This will affect how you treat the Queen and all your other women as well)