Yes, yes you do

Digging deep you find the power to fight the urges long enough to speak, tearing your head away from the sweet royal pussy, "My queen! Please! Don't do it!" you beg. Miranda looks down at you, her eyes wide with shock.

"And why is that? Royal Pussy licker?" she asks with a hint of anger, you try to think of an answer all the while aware that your cunt licking needs are building, getting harder to fight. You close your eyes to concentrate and **** the words out.

"Because, my highness" you say, pausing to formulate the next part of your answer, thoughts of her glistening snatch penetrating your mind, god it tastes so good, "Think, think of all the good things to come out from those countries" you finally answer, you know it is a weak answer but you have to hope it is enough, that pussy is calling to you like a siren's call, so tempting. Finally unable to fight your addiction any longer you delve back between Miranda's legs to her nectar filled fanny. You can hear her moan at the contact of your tongue on her clit.

"Mmmm such as?" she asks, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head away from her groin, your eyes are locked onto your one goal in life, you so desperately want to lick that sugar sweet slit but your Queen is expecting an answer, you struggle to think of something anything that was created in the targeted countries, randomly things start popping into your head.

"The compass my Queen, that was invented in Sweden!" you answer, Where the hell did that come from? you think to yourself as more items came to the fore of your mind, "The Safety Match and dynamite your highness also came from Sweden." you can only think that somehow Miranda is putting these items into your mind, you certainly never researched these things before the power came along, "What about Einstein my Queen!" you blurt out, eyes still fixed on her dripping cunt, the scent fills your head, "Or the Large Hadron collider!" you add, preying to any god that will listen that she relents on her soul destroying mission. Miranda suddenly lets go of your hair and you plunge back into her pussy and lap away, drinking up all the excess juices dribbling from her snatch.

"Hmm..." she ponders as she lightly strokes her chin.