Show Amelie, forcefully, that she is.

Finishing your cup of wine, you stand. Amelie, no doubt sensing your intentions, remains seated, stock still, as you circle the table and come to a stop before her.

With practiced dexterity, you free your cock from your breeches and begin stroking it in her face. The baroness' composure doesn't even break when you take your prick and gently beat her face with it.

"Most impressive, Your Majesty." Amelie says, the edges of her mouth curling into an interested smile.

"I'd like to see you get more involved, Ambassador." You say finally. Amelie stares up at you, her blue eyes twinkling, then she opens her mouth.

Winding your fingers into her carefully shaped and trimmed hairstyle, you take control, forcing the Morlandian right down on your member.

Despite the rather demeaning position you've **** her into, mouth used for the pleasure of the very king she was supposed to conduct diplomatic relations with, Amelie's aristocratic comportment shines through. Something about it must strike you the wrong way, of else you're in need of venting your frustrations, as suddenly you're filled with a desire to see the noble lady break.

Building up speed, you start fucking Amelie's face, being neither gentle nor restrained. It seems to you from how she takes your cock that the ambassador is an old hand at this. As you pull out of her mouth, only to ram yourself home once again, with little warning, you idly imagine her dalliances before leaving her homeland. Perhaps she found your court boring in comparison to Morlandian decadence, perhaps she had found diversion here as well. You only know for sure that mother hasn't tasted of her fruit yet, something of a rarity for a specimen as interesting as the baroness. If she had, Marissa would've already recounted their sapphic actions together, begun contriving a way that you might have a taste of what Amelie offered...

After a couple of rough, domineering minutes, your invasive actions draw out the smallest of gags from the baroness, music to your ears. In fact, it only emboldens you to start ramming the slut harder. Amelie looks up at you, her pale blue eyes watering as you take her mouth, as well as her dignity.

The baroness rising from the table, you manouever to the bed, and once Amelie positions herself on her back, her head draped over the very edge of the bed, you get back to the task at hand, namely throatfucking the noblewoman as hard as you can.

She gags for you. Her eyes water. Her tears, mixed with her saliva and your pre-cum as you occasionally pull out, smack your prick down on her face, make a complete mess of her previously tasteful make-up. You grip the Morlandian's hair tightly, hilting yourself in her throat, before unloading in the brunette's throat.

Once your spurts abate, you finally deign to vacate Amelie's throat. The ambassador coughs, gasping for air, wiping at her face, as she turns onto her front and stares up at you.

"Mon dieux!" Amelie pants. "The rumours about you, Majesty, all true..."

"What rumours?" You ask.

"That you fuck with the vigour of ten healthy men." the diplomat relates.

That, you think, sounds like a challenge...