Yes

You nod your permission and she licks her lips. Slowly, the soft, bloody velvet of her lips presses against your tip, warm and wet, as the small dew of her spit mixes with your leaking precum before trickling down your shaft. Her tongue lowers to the red rim of your cock, making small circles over your cockhead with so much sudden pleasure it forces your hand to clutch the arms of your throne. Finally, her mouth engulfs your length, the wetness of her throat hugging close your thick shaft, smothered by head and spit while she moans waves of pleasure across your length.

One of her hands has lowered to her neatly-trimmed snatch, rubbing like a wild monkey as she grunts over your dick. Her other hand reaches to your balls, fondling them roughly between her fingers while she bobs her head along your length. You think of asking her to stop, of asking her to turn around, to bend over, to press her face into the floor of your throne room and take her like the whorish sow she is, sucking the strands of her ginger hair, while your fingers scrape the freckles from her back -- and then you think of nothing as your cock twitches against the inside of her throat, spilling your royal seed into her and down towards her stomach.

She pulls herself from your cock with a satisfied smacking sound, pulling the residue of your sweat and cum from her lips to spread it across her pussy as she continued to rub herself sore, clearly not yet finished with her own pleasure.

"Did I -- did I please you, my prince?" She asks through heaving breaths, a low moan spreading her lips as she thumbs her clit. She leans back and presses her hips forward to give you a show of her work, but it also seems as though she's presenting herself for a proper fucking -- her wetness drips to the floor between you, inviting you to lean forward for just the smallest taste...

"You did well, Lady Ellia," you say to the girl with hair of fire. Her whole body twitches at hearing your praise, her moans becoming more guttural. You find yourself becoming hard again, and know you must end the session fast if you do not wish to end up impregnating the girl. It would be difficult to refuse a marriage proposal from a woman you knock up... and though Ellia is beautiful and drenched in her own sex, you do not know if she should be your queen... "I must consider what has transpired between us before moving forward."

"Yes, my prince," Lady Ellia says, pushing another finger inside her runny cunt. You swallow down some drool of your own. "I shall -- eagerly -- await your decision..." It is another few minutes still before she has finished, and by then a small puddle has formed at the base of the throne that you will have to remember to ask be cleaned before you see your next client.

Ellia clothes herself again in her red dress, approaching the throne with a humble curtsey, and a small kiss on the cheek. You smell her sweet rose on her breath and wonder how she managed to smell so nice after swallowing down so much of your seed. A rare talent, but perhaps not all that is necessary in a queen.

As she leaves, she lifts the tail of her dress to flash you one last glimpse of her rounded ass and the smallest hint of her snatch before exiting from your sights at last. Whether or not you marry her, you will, at some point, need to fuck her. You cannot help yourself; no matter the consequences, before the end of the week, you must fuck Lady Ellia.

But before then, you should perhaps decide whether or not she is truly fit to be queen... Her family comes from great wealth and has led prosperously the nation of Tahir for generations... Her red hair... her well-endowed bosom... the freckles across her breasts and buttocks... If she could be trusted not to fuck half the continent, she might make a fine partner. If you could keep up...

Perhaps it would be best to consider another option, first? Your next session will not be until after you take a meal. Perhaps you should ask Bally about your options? Or just take lunch alone and consider your next move?