...but you don't.

For some reason, you can't bring yourself to do it. There's no one to stop you, least of all her, but even as you contemplate the idea, you don't move for it. The crown stays where it is as she eats you out, eyes lowered demurely as if she's still a lady and not just your personal whore.

Maybe it's because you just like the look and idea of it. The Princess of Amora at your feet, a perfect package complemented by her golden crown. That's symbolic of everything you've done and all you've accomplished.

But for some reason, you can't bring yourself to cross that final threshold. It's like there's something stopping you. Ultimate power is within reach but you don't take it? Maybe, somewhere deep down, you still don't think you deserve it. Even after everything you've done, you're just a peasant girl and she's still a princess. Somewhere inside you, you still think there are lines that can't be crossed. If they can, not by you.

Still, seeing your royal whore continue to service you with downcast eyes is enough to push you over the edge, and you clutch at the throne, your throne as you feel the orgasm beginning to take you...