Yes.

You can hardly believe you're going along with Marissa's sordid fantasy. And yet, you're sure you're not imagining when you bend Sarah over your desk, a firm hand on her back rendering her wriggling ineffective.

Nor do you imagine flipping her skirt up, revealing her lovely, pale legs, and her arse, clad in a well-worn pair of white panties that look positively conservative compared to some pieces your wife has modelled for you.

"Get her going, love." You tell Marissa. The topless succubus nods, finding her knees behind Sarah. She hooks her fingers into the servant's panties, bringing them down around her ankles, revealing the helpless girl's pussy to you.

Just before she gets to work, your demonic mate looks up at you, a truly wicked glint in her eye, and flashes her natural, serpentine tongue at you. **** to look at the wall of the royal bedroom, Sarah was none the wiser, but she was in for a treat.

Taking her tongue to Sarah's nethers, the Queen happily goes down on her. You know from experience just how skilled Marissa is with that mouth of hers. It gives your a subversive thrill to lean forward and take in the beautiful sight of Sarah's reddening face. The servant girl is biting her lips, trying to deny the pleasure another woman is bringing her.

After a few more moments of this, Marissa stands, withdraws and finds the perfect place to watch the show.

"Take her, Bryce." Marissa urges. "Take her now!"

You may be King, but that's an order you couldn't refuse. You surge forward, dick erect, entering the blonde roughly. Gripping Sarah's hips for support, you hilt yourself in the tight, saliva-drenched spot between her legs.

"How does she feel, lover?" Marissa asks, drinking in every sordid detail of your tryst.

"Good! So fucking tight..." You groan, rutting with the quiet blonde.

"But?" You wife prods you. You know what she's asking.

"But not as tight as you." You concede, not slowing your pace.

"That's better. Maybe you aren't as hopeless at diplomacy as I thought." Marissa smiles.

"And you, girl, you should consider yourself blessed." Marissa says, turning her attention to the servant beneath you. "How many girls must dream of being fucked by our handsome young King?"

Sarah doesn't seem to be one of those girls, at least, you doubt she ever dreamt of being taken like this. Regardless of her feelings, due to the immense pleasure of it, and your loving wife's blissful encouragement, you soon feel your chest pounding and your balls tightening.

"Like I said, I want you to come inside her!" Marissa cooes, drawing closer to you. She grips your ass, giving it a playful slap of encouragement.

On the verge of coming, you ponder where to blow your load.