"No."

Location: Gobel-en-Methel, Palace, Throne Room
HP: 100/100
Lust: 50/100
Corruption: 0/100
State: Eager
Equipment:
Level: 1
Experience: 54/1000

Disappointed, and even upset by the lack of reaction from your queen, you decide to send a cheeky reply, which makes you blush beyond what you would expect to be possible. A feeling of hotness makes you wish you had clothes to take off.

"Actually, your Grace, I wasn't working. I was only satisfying my desires. Your summons didn't interrupt my work but my pleasure. And I didn't clean myself because I didn't want to."

Your breath becomes heavier from your worries about your scandalous behaviour, and from that intoxicating scent.

The queen bites her lower lip, apparently facing a dilemma. After spending an eternity (from your point of view) manipulating her hair lock, she finally decides what to say.

"I will attribute your impertinence to your sexual frustration. As you may know, I have an important mission to entrust to you. But before that, I would like you to come nearer."

You solemnly move forward before climbing the couple of steps leading to the throne and stopping just in front of the queen. Without getting up, she holds out an arm and take some sperm on her fingers from your hard nipple, making you gasp. A trickle of semen links her hand to your boob. She sniffs the sample of male milk and give it a taste.

"I can understand your taste for it. But your frustration might decrease your focus and our case requires all your attention."

The queen majestuously leaves her seat and much less majestuously licks your face from your chin to your forehead and from your cheeks to your temples. Then, she slowly moves down to your breast and makes circle with her tongue around your nipples. You moan, forgetting yourself.

"Hmm... Exquisite. Now you are not troubled with that smell anymore, do you think you will be able to understand the content of our conversation?"

Your body howls you to say no, but what would she think of you if you told her you are unable to focus after a little excitment? You would insult your city and your school. That would make you a terrible subject.