Queen Morath, Ruler of Amaden - Persuasive Negotiations

"The envoy from Slogleth has arrived, your majesty."

"You may see them in, Garad." With that, the servant scurried off out of the throne room, leaving the queen alone with her guards. Queen Morath took the few minutes it would take for them to be brought to her to compose herself. The coppery skinned woman adjusted her gown, making sure the high collar did not sag and ensuring that, though her outfit was snug around her hips and ample breasts, it did not suggest anything sexual towards the Slogleth delegation.

Slogleth. It wasn't even a year ago that it was nothing more than a tiny country out in the east amidst over a dozen others, all vying for control of their tiny spec of land. Today, Slogleth was fast becoming the largest empire in recorded history. No other nation rivaled it's speed of growth or it's apparent lack of bloodshed. Everywhere the rising power tread, not a single nation declared war but all in it's path submitted and was absorbed into the Greater Slogleth Empire. The lack of fighting frightened Morath more than an impending war, if she was being honest.

But Morath was strong and her Kingdom of Amaden mighty and proud. She would not be browbeaten by some upstarts tasting real power for the first time. She would not yield an inch. Amaden would remain hers, even if she must die for it.

The delegation began to file in. A rather...plump gentleman all but swaggered into the throne room, his shirt undone to reveal his modest gut. He was followed by four absolutely stunning warrior women whose sense of modesty was obviously lesser than that of the leader. What Queen Morath guessed were supposed to be breastplates only seemed to be lifting the ladies' considerable chests and putting their cleavage and midriffs on display as only loincloths covered their rears and virtue. All else was bare as they accompanied their leader, swaying their hips like some back alley hussy all the way.

"Your Majesty," the envoy said with a flourish and wearing a degenerate grin across his face. "I bring greetings and arms outstretched in friendship from the Slogleth Empire!"

Morath wondered if this was how they always opened relations with neighbors in the east. She wouldn't indulge in false pleasantries. "Whom has the Slogleth Empire sent to address the Queen of Amaden?" She very nearly spat venom in asking.

"Ah, please do forgive my manners! My true name is unimportant." Morath opened her mouth to state how purely ridiculous that was, but the envoy simply rolled over her. "I know to someone of your pedigree such a notion seems ludicrous, but we in Slogleth believe in new beginnings! Freed from the trappings of history and bloodshed, we adopt our own names when we reach adulthood, unfettered by those who came before and the expectations they place upon us."

Morath was taken aback. An interesting idea, to be sure. Morath knew more than most the weight ancestry can place on someone. Well, there was no need to insult someone's culture, even if they were an enemy. "Then how should I address you?"

"Your Majesty, it would be my greatest pleasure if you addressed me as Lord Tastycock!" The four women seemed to stir at the mention of his name, licking their limps and rubbing their thighs together.

All Morath felt was disgust. What a horribly vulgar name! There was no way in all of the six hells she would ever -

"I know our ways are new and strange to you, Your Majesty but please do at least try it before dismissing it outright. I think you'll find to like the feel of Tastycock on your lips!"

The women around him stirred once again but his words gave Morath pause. Surely she should be gracious enough to at least attempt to respect the man's chosen name. She was more than prepared to go to war, but not over something so petty.

"Very well Lord Tastycock -" by the gods, it did feel good to say "-shall we come to the reason you're in my throne room today?"

"Ah, of course, of course, Your Majesty! Although...before we begin, might I suggest you take a new name of your own for our negotiations?"

"I see no need to-"

"It will bring immense pride to our people knowing that you respect our ways to the point that you would take a Sloglethian name for your own! Such a gesture would be most celebrated in the Empire!"

Morath tried to harden herself to Lord Tastycock's suggestion but...it would be a beneficial move from a political standpoint. Showing an enemy respect may lead to an ally rather than war. Separate allies of course, but allies nonetheless. "I'm afraid I've not given much thought at all to a name other than my own, Lord Tastycock. I may need some time before I settle on-"

"Lady Fat Titties would suit you just marvelously, Your Majesty!"

Her unsaid words died in her throat. This Tastycock was a shrewd negotiator. Less than a minute after he make the suggestion and he already found the perfect new name for the Queen of Amaden. Morath - Lady Fat Titties - had best keep her guard up, lest he outmaneuver her and somehow take the kingdom. Perhaps she shouldn't let him know how much she loved the name.

"Very well, Lord Tastycock. For the duration of our time together, I will be known as Lady Fat Titties. At least until another suitable name comes to me." As if that were possible. Lady Fat Titties had already made a mental note to legally change her name the first chance she could. "Now, what do your masters in Slogleth desire for the Kingdom of Amaden? Friendship? Or conquest?"

Lord Tastycock looked about the room, sticking out his bottom lip as if in mock consideration. "Lady Fat Titties," she felt heat between her thighs as he said it, "I have to wonder if this is the most appropriate setting for our discussion to take place in. Matters of Amaden as well as my home Empire will be spoken of in great detail. Surely it would be best to take these matters to a more secure location before sensitive details reach unsavory ears?"

Dear gods, how could she have been so blind! Lady Fat Titties - the heat came when she even thought it - had been hosting important diplomats and heads of state for years in such an appalling open and place like her throne room! Well, no use dwelling on it now, she needed to make the correction. "The library can be made more than -"

"Your bedchambers would be an excellent venue for what must be discussed my Fat Tittied Lady!"

Damn him! She risked making a complete fool of herself if Lord Tastycock trumped her own suggestions with obviously superior ones. Guard up, indeed. "Of course, Lord Tastycock. My guardsmen will escort us."

He raised his hands up as Lady Fat Titties descended her throne. "Oh, we needn't bother the fine lads with such triviality! In fact, they'd be much better served with a little reward for their many years of loyal service, wouldn't you agree?"

"Of course!" Only a fool neglected those who served them, and they were loyal.

"Might I offer two of my fine sluts here to attend them in any way they desire?" Lord Tastycock's entourage - the sluts in question - were eyeing the guards spread about the room with unbridled lust, fingers stroking their taut stomachs and plump titties. Lady Fat Titties heard a loud slap and realized one of the sluts had smacked her own ass to entice the men around her. "Just say the word and they'll give her loyal men a time they'll not soon forget!"

"Yes..." The men deserved a reward for their service. The sluts would be a fine reward. "Enjoy your sluts my subjects! In any manner you desire!"

As Lady Fat Titties led Lord Tastycock and the two remaining sluts out of the throne room, she glanced over her shoulder to see the sluts swaying towards the guards a hand on each others plump rears. She could swear she saw them kiss just before she turned the corner.

Moving through the corridors of her castle, Lady Fat Titties lead Lord Tastycock who hand his hands planted firmly on his sluts asses, fingers digging in to their abundant flesh. Lady Fat Titties was about to comment on his treatment of his attendants but he spoke up before she could voice her thoughts.

"In Slogleth, it is common practice for men to grope those of the opposite gender whenever we happen to pass by. It's simple polite manners back home."

"I see."

With that, the four of them entered the Queen's bedchambers.

Lord Tastycock immediately made himself comfortable. With a snap of his fingers, his voluptuous attendants pulled him over a chair from the corner and knelt before him, eager hands unearthing his rather impressive cock from the confines of his trousers. Lady Fat Titties nearly let out a torrent of outrage as the women noisily slobbered over his knob but once again, his sharp mind preemptively struck.

"It's best for all participants if all are as relaxed as they can possibly be during negotiations, don't you think?" Well, it only made perfect sense, of course she thought so! "Why don't you change into something comfortably whorish for our time together? That would best put you at ease, wouldn't it."

She couldn't help but smile at the man receiving a double blowjob in her bed chambers. So considerate, even if he was a shrewd enemy. "Undoubtedly, Lord Tastycock." She moved to step behind a privacy screen but the good Lord Tastycock pointed out that since she had seen his own personal parts, there was no reason to hide her own. So she stripped herself out of her gown to the sound of slurping and moans from the warrior women and slipped into a thin, shear piece that held up her impressive Fat Titties and cupped around her tight, round ass.

Bringing another chair before Lord Tastycock, she sat and was more than ready to begin the talks. The good Lord forestalled her, however.

"My gracious and fuckable Lady Fat Titties, my sluts here seem to be having difficulty bringing me to the apex of relaxation. Could you be so kind as to help them along? It would expedite our business here immeasurably!"

She let out a small sigh and gave a disapproving look to the women currently (lovingly) licking up and down the man's shaft, sharing a kiss together as they reached the tip of that massive member. Damn them for delaying such important business! "Of course. How shall I...?"

"Oh, simply grab them by the heads and really them down on to it. They can take it. Truth be told, they deserve it for not doing their jobs properly."

The Queen wasted no time in grabbing one of the sluts of the hair and shoving the other out of the way. There was no way she would allow such incompetent whores to waste her precious time like this. The Lady Fat Titties practically impaled the slut's face on the gorgeous staff of fuckmeat before her then just as quickly and forcefully pulled her back to the tip and back down to press her nose into his pubic hair. Wet sloppy gagging resounded through her bedchamber as reprimanded them.

"Useless, ignorant cunts! Are you so touched in the head that sucking cock is beyond you!? Parading around as though all you're good for is being a cum receptacle and you cannot even do this right! Lord Tastycock must employ the both of you out of some misguided charity!"

On and on the Queen went for what seemed like hours. The slut in her hands was eventually tossed aside once Lady Fat Titties discovered the little bitch had her fingers in her snatch while and no doubt came several times before her Lord did. She was replaced by the other who had since been pleasuring herself in the corner and a new round of facefucking and punishments began.

After several moments, the Lord Tastycock spoke up. "It seems your efforts are in vain, my Lady. Their throats simply no longer bring the thrill they once did." Lady Fat Titties began to despair. Negotiations surely couldn't begin now, when her counterpart was throbbing angrily erect as he was before her now. "Although," he pondered, "surely those magnificent fat titties of yours could milk my tasty cock with ease! What say you, my Lady?"

A marvelous idea! This Lord Tastycock may be of the enemy, a blight on the land and a threat to her throne, but the greatest of foes always found admiration for their rivals. She hefted her massive jugs onto the man's lap and replied, "I find this an acceptable compromise, Lord Tastycock."

He let out a hearty laugh as he began to thrust his saliva slick cock between her bountiful breasts, his tip giving her lips a rough kiss at the end of each one. "Now," he began, "I see no reason why we cannot begin our talks as we are, do you, Lady Fat Titties?"

"Of course - not, Lord Tasty - cock," she replied between thrusts. She never realized how...enticing the taste of precum was until just this moment. "Though I tell - you now, Ama - den is not go - ing to bow to - an invad - ing power."

"Ah, but my Lady, you have the Sloglethian Empire all wrong! We are not invading anyone! We simply send our diplomats to neighboring lands in order teach them about Sloglethian society, so that they might better know their new allies. It only so happens that after they learn of our customs that the neighboring heads of state all decide to formally join the empire! No one is or threatened, that I guarantee!

Lady Fat Titties eyes widened as she listened, her tongue sticking out in order to better accommodate his girthy member. That simply cannot be true! No self respecting King or Queen or whatever it was those Doreans followed would ever willingly make themselves a part of a larger upstart nation! "What could - you possibl - y tell them - to convince - them to - do that?"

The sluts seemed to be finished fingering themselves and pressed their impressive chests into their masters, earning a slap on the ass and a rough fondling from Lord Tastycock. The tempo of this thrusts never waivered for a moment. "Why, I haven't the faintest idea myself. One moment I'm balls deep inside the royal princess of Loridia in front of her parents, the next I'm watching the queen and princess wrestle tongues over my seed while the King begs to join the Empire. The workings of the mind are strange and far beyond my mere mortal understanding."

Lady Fat Titties felt her snatch quiver at the mention of his seed, but something felt...off about what he just said. In a flash, she knew. "Don't think - for a mom - ent you'll - have me - begging - to join - the Emp - ire!"

His smile widened as she exclaimed. "My Lady Fat Titties, all I - all the Empire - wants is to be allies with the wonderful nation of Amaden! The only things I've truly come to discuss are the basic diplomatic rules our two wonderful countries should follow going forward!"

Such an arrangement would be entirely ideal, if it was true. "What rules - did you have - in mind?"

The sluts giggled and began to grind their wet crotches against their lord's legs. "Well, diplomats should engage in vigorous intercourse for no less than one but no more than three hours. For pleasantries, though that should go without saying."

Obviously.

"During diplomatic business, the Queen - in this instance, yourself, my Lady Fat Titties - should assist the diplomat by offering the use of any and all of your tight, slutty holes. To relax them, you understand. Stressed agents tend to be worse agents."

She rolled her eyes. She was not ignorant of the trials of political life.

Lord Tastycock grabbed her by the back of the head and calmly proceeded to facefuck the Queen. "Indeed, any and all citizens are free to be used at the diplomat's discretion for any reason. It is a healthy population that stays involved in politics, after all."

Tastycock went on for some time, listing more and more rules that the Queen could find no fault with - special diplomatic uniforms, titles of master, daddy, sir, and lord for the men, titles of slut, whore, cumrag, fucktoy, and so on for the ladies, routine cum swallowing for the royal family, etc. - all the while shoving his cock deeper into her throat. Truthfully, she stopped listening some time ago as the the probing phallus brought waves of pleasure she never thought imaginable from a simple throatfuck. She realized her fingers were in her snatch long after they found their way there. Fuck, but he was delicious.

Suddenly, she felt a twitch. "It's only polite that both negotiating parties experience a mind-quaking orgasm to conclude proceedings, wouldn't you agree?" Before the Lady Fat Titties could give anything approaching a reply, Lord Tastycock buried her face into his pubic hair as he released a torrent of delicious seed down her throat. Her body convulsed in bliss, anguished moans of pleasure would have surely filled the entire castle had her mouth not been otherwise occupied. In her orgasmic haze, Lord Tastycock roughly pulled her from his wonderful member, a few stray ropes landing on her face as she struggled to swallow the gargantuan load he'd already deposited.

His sluts wasted no time in attended their lord's needs, cleaning every inch of his still stiff cock. "Why my Lady, I believe that we don't have much more to discuss. All that remains is for you to address the people!"

Lady Fat Titties finally managed to get enough lovely cum down to reply. "Yes, of course. I'll simply change -"

"Oh, no no no, as you are now should be more than appropriate. After all, you'll find yourself in this state more often than not from now on."

"You make an excellent point. Best to acclimate the people as soon as possible. I'll send for my advisors to join us on the balcony to address my subjects. And my daughter of course."

"Oh, wonderful! Incidentally, how old is your daughter?"

"She's just passed her 19th year, Lord Tastycock."

"Ah, the young never stay that way, do they, my Lady? I would be honored to speak with her during your address." Lady Fat Titties couldn't help but notice the way he was stroking himself as he spoke of her daughter."One is never too young to learn the fine art of diplomacy."