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Chapter 47 by the_high_king the_high_king

Back to the ball or stick around?

Reveal your dark intentions.

"Sorry my dear Empress but I'm afraid we can't leave here just yet."

"What is the meaning of this Inquisitor? You do realize who I am don't you?"

"Yes I do, which I why I must do this."

You push the surprised Empress down to her knees and stick your throbbing fuck-meat down her royal gullet. There's no time for her to react as you being plowing her throat with abandon. The moonlight shines down what could have been a romantic lunar beam that vividly displays your large silhouette stuffing the face of the Empress's kneeling and small silhouette. It was certainly shocking that what was a romantic stroll at midnight turned into a public throat-**** in front of many onlookers in the slums.

You were particularly aggressive tonight, as if you haven't fucked in years and all that pent up lust and horniness was just now being released. You had your sweaty hands gripping the back of the Empress's head; tilting her mask to an awkward angle as you repeating mashed her throat up and down your slick, stiff pole. She gagged and the people watching could hear her gag. There were tears coming down her eyes as strong emotional feelings of betrayal; shame and reality washed over the oh-so regal Empress Celene Valmont the First.

From the alley ways around you, lewd and dirty men were reaching inside their pantaloons and stroking themselves to the scene before them. They probably hadn't seen much royalty before... to them, this silvery dressed woman before them was probably just some "nice looking hooker".

She weakly tried to push you off her but you were thrusting too hard and too fast. Your fat balls slapped against her wet chin as she was ****-fed a good length of inches per second.

"**** on it you royal slut! **** on my cock!", you tell her through grit teeth.

Her only reply was more gagging, **** and coughing.

From around you, a small crowd had started to gather. From the side, Shaundi the elf was shaking her head, probably thinking that it was just some horny men surrounded some fancy-dressed prostitute. Made sense since there was little to no chance a noblewoman would come visit an alienage.

What happens next?

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