Wave to Shamir to entertain you

You catch the attention of Shamir, the Dagdan mercenary knight, and motion for her to come over to you. She rolls her eyes, already suspecting the task you have in mind, but carefully stands up and walks over to your side of the table, leaning in to hear what you need.

"On your knees." You say, with a very small smile.

The dark haired woman rolls her eyes again, but offers no other protest as she shrugs off her armored jacket, down to just her tight black pants and bustier and sinks down to her knees. She scoots under the tall table and you feel her gloved hands quickly go to work in freeing your cock from your pants. Undoubtably the bishops at the far end of the table are getting a nice view of Shamir's tight fabric-clad ass.

Shamir is one of the best archers at the monastery, and her manual dexterity is on full display as she begins to massage your cock. You glance back and forth between Rhea and Shamir, pretending to pay attention until the mercenary's skilled tongue starts snaking up your shaft.

Piercing dark-blue eyes stare up at you from beneath the table, as she goes to town on your turgid cock. One hand on your balls, another firmly stroking your base, and her tongue doing unspeakably wonderful things to your sensitive tip. The Dagdan might not enjoy being your whore, but she has never half-assed anything in the time you've known her.

Seeing your focus, she holds eye contact and pops the head of your cock into her mouth, swirling it around while bobbing up and down. One of her hands goes to her leather bustier and pulls down the neckline, letting her firm nipples poke over the top for your appreciation.

Minutes pass as Rhea drones on and Shamir pleasures you beneath the table, until you're ready to burst. You tap her shoulder to let her know, and she does her best to swallow as you pump a load down her throat. She coughs a bit, still not used to taking regular throatpies, but she mostly keeps it down.

Re-adjusting her top, she does up your fly and shimmies back out from under the table.

"Anything else professor?" She says, while rubbing a bit of cum off of her lower lip.

You motion her to sit on your lap, and she quickly does. You can feel her tight ass and muscular thighs through the flexible fabric of her pants. You may have finished, but the meeting hasn't, and her muscular body will serve well to keep your hands occupied. She drapes an arm over your shoulder to keep steady while you cup her butt and play with one of her breasts.

Eventually the meeting wraps up, and you give Shamir a playful spank as you let her get on with her other duties.

She gives you a half-sarcastic bow, stating "Of course professor. I am sworn to service you." Before shrugging on her coat and leaving with Catherine.