Jake returns to the throne room

Jake walked back into the throne room and was met by the sight of Zoey lunging on the cushions next to his throne, tethered to it by her leash. As soon as he entered, she stood up on her knees with her head bowed. He smiled at her as he stepped up onto the dais. From the view he had, it looked as if the busty blonde’s breasts were about to break free of their flimsy, white half-bra prison. He traced the edge of the pink lace trimming that ran beneath the nipple of her left breast. He heard her breath shudder and saw the sensitive nub quickly harden with arousal.

“Did my pretty pony miss her master?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“Esh, Asher,” she mumbled around the dildo gag that filled her mouth. Jake sat on his throne, and Zoey edged slightly closer to him as he stroked her blonde hair. One of the palace staff stepped close to his throne before kneeling on one knee. This one had dark brown hair that was on the short side, only reaching her chin. Like all of the palace’s staff, her gown clung to her curves flatteringly.

“Your Majesty,” she began, keeping her gaze low and respectful. “Your next appointment has arrived.”

Before he replied to the staff member, Jake felt his cock stir with what was now well-familiar need. He started to undo his belt, and Zoey eagerly walked on her knees from the nest of cushions and stopped in front of him with her head bowed, waiting for him to loosen the buckle keeping the dildo gag in her mouth. Instead, he gripped her leash near the clip that kept it attached to the D-ring at the front of her collar.

“Up, Zoey,” he commanded. Her blue eyes went wide with excitement. This was not an order to stand; he was telling her to straddle him. “Ah, I see the thought of getting to use your pussy to please me greatly excites you,” he laughed as he took in a fresh wave of the sweet yet musky scent of her arousal.

“Mmm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm,” Zoey replied in a high-pitched squeak of excitement through her gag. She placed her knees on either side of his legs on the wide, cushioned seat of the throne.

“Such an eager little slut,” Jake laughed as he wrapped his left arm around Zoey’s lower back and held his cock in his right hand. He lifted his hips and rubbed the head of his cock over the soft, wet heat of her lower lips before placing it directly under her, keeping a light grip near the base. “Down, nice and easy, Zoey.”

Zoey slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself on Jake’s cock. She tilted her head back and moaned as she felt her insides wrap around and grip his member in a welcoming embrace. When her hips met his, a single light slap on the ass told her to begin rocking her hips. As she began to pleasure him, Jake buried his face between the soft, warm, fleshy mounds of her breasts before taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and began to suck. The combined sensations made Zoey throw her head back and moan loudly into the silicon cock filling her mouth.

“Shall I show in your next appointment, Your Majesty? Or shall I wait until you finish with Zoey?”

“Who’s my next appointment?” he asked before flicking his tongue over Zoey’s nipple.

“Doctor Carolyne Aravel, of the College of Cultures.”

“Show her in,” Jake said, giving Zoey’s ass another light swat, the nonverbal command for her to move just a little faster.

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” the woman said with a slight bow. She then went to the doors of the throne room and made a motion ot the two members of the Royal Guard at the door. They each wordlessly opened one of the two large double doors, allowing Doctor Aravel to enter the throne room.

The doctor walked into the throne room with a slow, yet purposeful stride that conveyed her confidence, and the importance of this meeting, but also the great respect she held for her king. The doctor was a slender woman with breasts on the small side, by Staphosian standards, and a gentle-looking face one might associate with a young but pretty librarian. Her long, light brown hair hung down freely, and her long bangs were held back by a single pink headband on top of her head. “Your Majesty,” she said as she gracefully sank to one knee before the dias.

"Doctor Aravel, a pleasure. I hope you don't mind Zoey taking care of her duties as we speak, isn't a problem."

"Of course not, Your Majesty," Doctor Aravel replied with a genuine smile. "The members of your harem are highly respected in our society. They see to the most holy of duties and are what every Staphosian Woman should aspire to be."

"Well said, Doctor," Jake said as he gave Zoey another light slap on her ass. "How may The Crown be of assistance?"

"As Your Majesty is undoubtedly aware, your expansion efforts of Staphosian Culture have proven very popular with the people and very successful as well. Because of this, new cultures are joining our kingdom. The College of Cultures is seeking permission to establish branch colleges on our new worlds so that the people who call those planets home may further educate themselves on the regional customs of Staphos, as well as our shared customs. These branches would also offer courses on other expansion worlds. In addition, we'd like to extend the college here on Staphos to better teach about the customs of our expansion worlds."

"The college's work is important. Put together a presentation, and you may present it to my advisors and I next month at one of our meetings. I am sure we can provide the funding. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Doctor Aravel said before she stood and left the throne room.

When the doors closed behind her, Jake gave two quick swats to Zoey's ass. In response, she began rocking her hips as fast and hard as she could, while Jake continued to lick and suck on her nipples. She moaned loudly as her orgasm began to build in her core.

"No, not until I do, and don't slow down," Jake ordered. Her moans turned to whines and high-pitched squeals of pleasure as she held herself back. Finally, she heard Jake growl lustily as he sucked hard on her right nipple, while gently twisting the left. His cock spasmed deep inside of her, then she felt his thick, hot cum filling her. Her shriek of pleasure filled the throne room as she ground her hips down on his before collapsing against his body. "Good girl, Zoey, but now you have a mess to clean up."

"Esh, Asher," she mumbled as he began to loosen the dildo gag. She rose slowly, letting his cock slide from her pussy and making her feel empty before she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth. She began to bob her head and hollow her cheeks while keeping her eyes trained on him.

When the doors to the throne room opened again, Jake looked up to see one of the kitchen staff approached. She was dressed in a pair of black wedge-heeled shoes, a black skirt that reached her mid-thigh, and a white button-down shirt with a green apron over top. Her long, light red hair was pulled back into a ponytail. In her hands, she carried a silver tray with a black mug with the Royal Seal on it in red. “Your Majesty,” she said as she gracefully knelt, the steaming liquid covered in foam and whipped cream not moving even slightly. “Chef Marris thought you might enjoy a latte she has experimented with,” she said, paying no attention to Zoey.

“I do love a good cup of coffee. What’s in this new latte?” he asked as he took the mug and smelled it. He could smell a hint of cinnamon.

“Espresso, of course, with a touch of honey, cinnamon, and sugar with fresh steamed hu-cow milk,” she explained.

A smile came to his face as he imagined one of his cows being milked, then the milk being taken right to the kitchen to make the latte. He took a long, slow sip of the drink and held it in his mouth, letting the mixture of flavors dance across his tongue. “Delicious,” he said as he leaned back on his throne and took another drink. “Send my compliments to Chef Marris, and of course, the rest of the kitchen staff. I may have a new favorite drink.”

“I certainly will, Your Mestry,” the woman said before leaving. Jake drank the latte, eventually finishing it, but keeping the mug in his hand. He didn’t want to keep Zoey from her tasks. Eventually, he switched the mug over to his left hand and used his right to guide Zoey’s movements.

“That’s it, Zoey. Just like that,” he said as she skillfully took him deep, and held her head in place with minimal encouragement from Jake. He smiled at her as tears began to leak from her eyes, and her throat closed around him. She pulled back, taking a breath in through her nose. She then began bobbing her head again, now slightly quicker and taking him deep again and again. Jake hissed as he pushed Zoey’s head down, and his hips rose from the throan. “Fuck,” he groaned as he let he came down her throat. When he removed his hand from her head, Zoey kept her lips sealed around his cock as she slowly pulled her head back, making sure to capture and swallow every drop of cum. When her lips slid from his cock with a quiet pop, she kept her mouth open, proving that it was empty and waiting for Jake to put the dildo gag back in place.

Jake smiled at her as he placed his mug on the dais to the left of his throne. He then put the dildo gag back in Zoey's mouth and buckled it tightly into place. As soon as he did, she began to gently suck on it. Finally, he kissed her forehead, her reward for a job well done, before snapping his fingers and pointing to the nest of cushions. Zoey obediently crawled to them and lounged, putting her body on display.

By the late afternoon, Jake had met with five other officials. All of whom either wanted money or a statement of support on their projects from the crown. Boredom had begun to set in. "Sometimes I wonder why I had to be the king," he thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "But, then again, the benefits are more than worth it," he silently said to himself as he looked at Zoey. She had just been brought back from the restroom and was once again lounging by his throne. "Zoey," he said, causing her to get up on her knees, "you've been a very good girl for me today, but I think some discipline would still do you some good." He stood from his throne and moved to stand next to her. "Stand up, stand in front of my throne, feet shoulder-width apart, and bend over," he instructed as he removed her dildo gag.

"Yes, Master," Zoey replied as she stood and moved into position. Jake then freed her arms from the pink leather single glove and flipped up the rear portion of her loincloth, completely exposing her bare ass.

"You may grab the armrest of my throne." Wordlessly, Zoey grabbed the armrests of the throne and made no other movements as Jake began gliding the fingers of his right hand along her slit. "Does the thought of getting spanked by your master make you wet, Zoey?"

"Yes, Master. The thought of you spanking me makes me very wet."

"Then beg me for it."

"Please spank me, Master. Please, Master, even good girls need spankings. Please give me my spanking, Master," she said, adding a shake of her ass.

“Good girl,” he said before the sound of his palm slapping Zoey’s shapely ass filled the throne room. She gave a small whimper as he watched her cheeks jiggle, and the light pink imprint of his hand appeared on her pale flesh. He has spanked her just hard enough to sting. His intention was not to truly punish. He wanted her to enjoy this. “Ah, Zoey,” he said as he delivered another stinging swat. “I just love the way you sound when you get spanked.”

What happens next? Answer in comments

A) Jake spends the night with Adriana and Ashley

B) More cultists and fun (for Jake) at the barn

C) Something else. What?