The gorgeous dignitary

You move closer to the beautiful diplomat, as if you had any choice. Just looking at her sets your whole body aflame with desire. You attempt to strike up a conversation. "What brings a gorgeful, I mean beauteous, um..." You stop trying and blush at your nervous blunder. She laughs away your embarrassment, her voice clear and crisp, with an aristocratic bearing. "Please your majesty, don't flatter me so." You have no idea whether she is mocking your fumbled words or is appreciative that she could elicit such nervousness from you. "My name is Veronica. I'm so glad to make your acquaintance your Majesty. Still, I am here for business, not the pure joy of socializing. I'm sure you know that our peoples have often clashed in the past," she says. She puts a delicate hand down on your own, and it feels like electricity is shooting from the point of contact. "Stubborn old men often bring rivalries way beyond the point of common sense. Though we all grieve the **** of your father, this could be a prefect chance to start afresh." It sound good to you, you never wanted a blood-feud as part of your inheritance. The two of you continue chatting for a while and you lose some of your nervousness. Whenever the conversation begins to drop off, she expertly picks up the slack. All is well until suddenly, a drunken fest-goer spills his drink across the table from her. She jumps up just in time to avoid the spill.

"Your Majesty, perhaps we could finish our talks in private?" she says in evident disgust. You give your assent quickly and she smiles entrancingly. "Well then, give me a few moments to prepare my chambers and meet me there". She gives you the directions to her room, and you wait about 10 minutes longer at the feast. Longing to see the object of your infatuation again, you take your leave and go searching for the girl. After a quick search you think you have found the correct door and knock. "Veronica?" "Please, come in." is the response from the voice you have come to treasure over the evening. You open the door to a sight that leaves you petrified, in more ways than one.

Veronica is laying on her bed, fully nude. You want to pinch yourself to make sure you haven't entered one of the daydreams that have been playing in your mind recently. She is laying back against the pillows, her legs are splayed open invitingly, eyes focused on yours, gazing hungrily yet teasingly into your soul. A womanly hand gently strokes her pussy lips, shaved on the sides and top by a small, neatly manicured bush. Wide, flowing hips narrow to a thin waist above. Higher up, large, perky breasts with bright pink nipples rest freely against her chest. With a single hand, she gently toys with herself, all without breaking her gaze. "Please, my king, come to me." You feel a small wet spot form on your pants as your cock, harder than you thought possible, begins leaking precum at the mere sight of this unmatched beauty.