Yes

Perhaps it was boredom, or frustration at how stubborn the woman was being, but you ultimately decided that you were going to take your pleasure from the Countess. It would be somewhat awkward in future council sessions, but you knew that this was politics and nothing more.

You answered her with a firm squeeze of her massive breast.

She bit her bottom lip, but otherwise kept her composure. "We should go somewhere private."

It might be an imposition on court to make them wait while you engaged in a dalliance, but you reasoned that such indulges were allowed from time to time. The two of you returned to the now vacant council chambers, your guards stationed outside the doors, trained to close their eyes and minds to all sounds but your calls for help should danger emerge.

The Countess looked about, as if to confirm for herself that there were no prying eyes, and bunched up her skirts within her hands. She walked over to the great rounded oak table that all sessions were held at and lifted her skirts up as she leant over the table, revealing the pale moons of her arse.

"We don't want to keep everyone waiting too long," she informed you, her voice heavy with an emotion that was either anxiety or excitement.

You had hoped for some kind of foreplay, but it seemed that Countess Myerling was as businesslike in her intimate affairs as she was in all her other dealings. She was a buxom woman, verging on being plump. But you couldn't deny that when you regarded her fleshy arse you felt a profound stirring of lust rising to the surface of your being.

Between the great cushions of her arse cheeks you saw a womanhood that glistened with excitement. You wondered how much of this was truly a transaction and how much of it was a tactical play for royal attention?

You didn't dwell on the thought, instead you freed your engorged meat spear and lined it up to the waiting warmth of her cunt. To your knowledge the countess wasn't known for taking many lovers, having more fondness for her accounts than for men, but when you thrust home it didn't feel like she was a virgin. What did she do, in the privacy of her chambers, you wondered.

Your hands wandered over the expanse of her arse before taking purchase and thrusting deeply. The moan of pleasure that escaped her lips was a brazen admission, even as she clung desperately to the table for stability as you began to hammer away at her warm depths.

"Fuck," she hissed, "you...ugh...gods...fuck, you're getting in deep..."

A smirk crossed your face, but otherwise you went to work getting your pleasure from the big woman's behind. You felt a supreme pang of satisfaction watching as your cock disappeared between the rippling globes of her arse, the slick depths clinging and massaging your length in a velvet caress.

"You know..." she breathed, voice thick with lust, "I have...ahhhfuck...I have other...things I need," she braced herself against the table, pushing her arse back to greet your cock better, "taxes...waved....debts...favours....," she threw her auburn hair back, eyes half closed, "if you...help me...we could do this again!" She thrust backwards, "and again, and again!"

The squeezing tightness of her walls and the lusty promises of more were enough to spark a frenzy as your release drew near. You thrust away madly within her depths, you saw stars, you were ready to unload the royal seed.