40- Aria Begins to Conquer the Court / Uncle and Dad*

Aria woke up to another day. She had arrived at the castle yesterday and during the night she was pleasuredly fucked by her father. She came nicely while being fucked and slept very relaxed.

But now the plans would have to continue. In the morning the emperor usually held the daily meeting to talk about the kingdom and in a time of war, today's meeting would certainly be very important.

Looking through her mother's clothes she found nothing useful that was proposed. Luckily Han had shared some system functions with her and she could use the internal storage.

She picked up a simple red dress that was slightly tight. The dress perfectly highlighted her curves and added a sensuality to her.

She skipped towards the throne. As she got closer she recognized some voices. Her brothers and uncles were also present.

Aria made her triumphant entrance. Her red silk dress flowed like liquid blood around her body as she walked with a radiant smile. Her black hair was tied up in an elaborate updo that left her neck bare, and small diamonds sparkled in her ears.

"Good afternoon, dear brothers, honored uncles," she greeted with a graceful bow, her smile lighting up the room. "Father," she added with special affection for Charles.

Normally, upon entering the royal hall, one had to greet the emperor first. But who would complain about Charles's darling?

Aria's smile, however, died on her lips when Lucian Quinn stepped forward, his face contorted in an expression of contempt. "Your Highness seems very happy for someone who shares a bed with a traitor."

Lucian Quinn was one of Aria's uncles. He was the finance minister. Personality-wise, he was a greedy, ambitious and, above all, corrupt person.

He was furious about the war, first because the event of the red stones alone had caused the kingdom's finances to plummet to an alarming level. He could barely earn any extra money.

And now with the war imminent, the kingdom's coffers would suffer. He would have to deal with more and more money invested in the war that might not come back after all Berovia was much stronger than Quinn.

Hearing the comment she replied

"What?" Aria froze, her eyes widening.

Weiran, her brother, let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, don't play innocent, sister. The evidence against your precious Han is irrefutable."

Weiran is the emperor's eldest son. He wanted to be the emperor and was one of the most important candidates. But he was a petty, acidic person who liked to manipulate. He saw no problem in manipulating anyone to achieve his goals.

"Look at the clues, Princess," Dorian Quinn interjected, his deep voice echoing throughout the hall. "Regular disappearances, letters sent to Berovia, closeness to James Vogen and also to Zou Vogen. Everything points to him being guilty of something. And even if he is not guilty, it is necessary that he come forward to explain himself."

Dorian is another uncle of Aria and was the Minister of Justice. The heavy hand of the kingdom. He was the one who took care of law and order throughout the Quinn kingdom. He was extremely strict and hated anything that went against the established laws. He was seen as an incorruptible man and was highly respected and feared in the tower.

Dorian and Lucian were two people who lived in constant dispute. If it were up to Dorian he would personally kill the Minister of Finance, even knowing that he was his brother. He hated corruption.

Aria's face lost all color. Her lips trembled and tears began to form in her eyes. "No... it can't be true," her voice broke, a tear running down her cheek. "Han would never..."

Charles watched from the throne, his fingers tightening on the golden arms of his chair as he saw his favorite daughter begin to crumble in front of the court because of from the comments

"How can you?" Aria sobbed, her voice breaking. "How can you accuse the man who gave up everything for me? For Quinn?" More tears streamed down her face, staining the red silk of her dress.

Evander Quinn, the Minister of War, watched the scene with calculating eyes. "The evidence is substantial, princess. Your husband has been seen in suspicious areas, near the borders. I would like to believe in his innocence but..."

Evander was the Minister of War. He was purely military, he grew up among the military and remained there. He believes in discipline and loyalty. He was once a highly renowned war general until he was promoted to minister. He is close to Oriana, Aria's aunt.

As for the cards, they were all bluffs. Aria knew there was no way they had anything that could incriminate Han, but she still played along

"No!" Aria screamed, her voice choked with tears. She staggered a few steps, making her red dress ripple seductively. "Han loves me! He loves Quinn! How can they say that when he risked everything to warn us about the Berovia attack?"

Damian Quinn, her younger brother and always idealistic, seemed torn. "Sister, I want to believe you, but..."

Damian was one of the candidates for the throne, but he was the opposite version of Weiran. While one was manipulative and cold, the other was naive and friendly. He was loved at court and on the streets. He was a person very similar to Dorian, fair. Naive about Weiran's manipulations, which left him at a disadvantage many times, but sometimes Damian's simplicity was so hard to understand that it caused Weiran to be defeated by his own schemes.

"But nothing!" Daiyu, the most insecure of the brothers, interrupted. "She was always the favorite, always got everything she wanted. How do we know this isn't just another one of her tricks?"

And finally Daiyu Quinn, the middle brother. He was extremely jealous because he was not as manipulative as Weiran, nor as charismatic as Damian, nor as loved as Aria. He felt extremely out of place without knowing what he was good at. This made him become an extremely jealous and petty person, always needing to assert himself and denigrate others.

Aria had other brothers. But only these 3 stood out and were allowed to enter the royal room and sit with the ministers. Each of them was supported by dukes, ministers, important people in the kingdom.

Tears now ran freely down Aria's face as she approached her father's throne. The movement caused her dress to fit even more to her body, revealing her curves in an almost sinful way.

"Father..." she sobbed, her voice trembling. "You know my heart, you know my body, you know my intentions. You know that I, your daughter, would never betray our family."

Charles watched his daughter, his eyes darkening with a mixture of fatherly protectiveness and something deeper, more primal, as he recalled the events of the previous night. His aura began to spread throughout the room, causing those present to instinctively recoil.

"I want to..." Aria continued, her voice low and shaky, "I want to prove my loyalty. Let me lead our troops against Berovia. Let me clear our family's name..."

"Absurd!" Lucian was the first to shout, his face red with indignation. "A woman leading our troops?"

"Father, you cannot consider this!" Weiran stepped forward, his voice sharp. "She has no military experience!"

"Emperor, I beg you to reconsider!" Evander protested, his posture rigid. "War is no place for..."

It was at this moment that Aria fell gracefully to her knees, the calculated movement causing her dress to slide strategically. The top of the red fabric slipped just enough for Charles to glimpse his daughter's pink nipple, making him swallow hard as he remembered how he had tasted it the night before.

Simultaneously, the back of her dress "accidentally" rode up, revealing part of her buttocks to the others present. The hall plunged into absolute silence, all voices of protest dying instantly.

Charles, who was remembering the night's action, was unaware of what was happening behind Aria; his vision was focused on the small nipple that he had savored so much last night.

As for the rear view, Aria's ass was exposed and without any protection. She was not wearing any panties.

Everyone's cock, even Damian and Dorian, who are fair people, got hard and wanted the princess.

It was possible to see her little pink ass and a little of her pussy, arousing the desire of everyone present. Each one had a different reaction.

Lucian Quinn - The finance minister licked his lips discreetly, his greedy eyes fixed on the exposed flesh. Like someone accustomed to wanting and taking what he wants, his cock trembled inside his pants before quieting down. "As attractive as it is, it is no better than a gold coin."

Weiran Quinn - A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he watched his sister. Even in his bitterness, he couldn't help but admire her masterful manipulation. His cock hardened, not only from carnal desire, but from the pleasure of seeing someone as skilled as him in the game of power. For him, Aria's action was not an accident, but something planned. An excellent move. Even he had to admit that he failed to resist.

Dorian Quinn - The strict minister of justice felt his face burn with shame, but he couldn't look away. His involuntary erection made him feel guilty, as if he were breaking some sacred law by desiring his niece. He thought he would never give in to temptation for a woman, but this time... His niece attracted him.

He wanted to scream at everyone "HOW INDECENT" but then everyone would see his erection.

Evander Quinn - The disciplined minister of war maintained his military posture, but his hands trembled slightly. His trained mind tried to stay focused on the strategic discussion, even as his cock throbbed against his armor. But among all those present, he was the weakest in terms of resistance to women. Having lived most of his life in battles and among men, he had not seen a beautiful ass for a long time.

Damian Quinn - The idealist blushed deeply, torn between his sense of morality and the primitive desire that consumed him. His hands sweated as he tried to process the conflicting feelings for his sister. He, who was innocent, for the first time felt a strong attraction to a woman. No, being honest with himself, he admitted. He fell in love with that ass.

Daiyu Quinn - The middle brother felt a mixture of jealousy and lust. His member throbbed painfully as he imagined all the attention Aria had always received, now understanding perfectly why. He needed to have that woman for himself. Only then could he prove that he was capable. Only then would everyone look at him and envy him for having such a beautiful woman.

It is worth mentioning that Aria was wearing the necklace of lust. It had not had the slightest effect on her for a long time, but for those around her, it still had a slight effect. She wore it mainly because it was a gift from Han, and it had the ability to slowly make everyone around her hornier. Perhaps without the necklace, some might have resisted taking a second look, but with it present. Everyone's lust was revealed.

Everyone became excited.

"Father..." Aria whispered, her voice choked with tears as she kept her head lowered in submission. "Let me prove my worth... Let me show that I am worthy of the name Quinn."

Charles felt his aura pulse stronger, filling the room with an almost suffocating pressure. His eyes could not divert from the tempting sight of his daughter kneeling in front of him, so vulnerable and yet so powerful.

"My dear daughter..." his voice came out hoarse, full of conflicting emotions. "Stand up..."

Charles stood up from his throne, his aura now filling the room with an overwhelming pressure. Some of those present took involuntary steps back, intimidated by the display of power.

"My daughter has shown more loyalty to Quinn than anyone else here," his voice boomed through the room. "While you vie for power and make accusations, she offers to fight for the kingdom herself. You should be ashamed that a woman has more balls than anyone here."

Aria remained on her knees, tears still streaming down her face as her dress continued to reveal strategic parts of her skin. She could feel the gazes of those present alternating between desire and fear.

"But father," Weiran tried to argue, his voice now less confident. "She has no military training..."

"Silence!" Charles ordered, making the very walls of the room vibrate. His eyes could not leave his daughter's kneeling figure, especially the exposed nipple that made him relive memories of the night before. "Evander."

The Minister of War stepped forward, trying to maintain his military composure despite Aria's tempting sight. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"You will personally supervise my daughter," Charles declared. "All her decisions you must analyze. And if it is not harmful to our kingdom, she will have command. And as for Han..." he paused, his eyes darkening. "No accusations will be made without concrete evidence. Is that clear?"

Charles needed to defend his son-in-law. He had betrayed Han by fucking his wife and even if he didn't know it, this man had continued his marriage with Aria, caring for her and supporting her. He would not allow such a person to be accused.

Besides, for Charles, he thought Han was innocent because there was no way he could plan betrayals while worrying about his own wife being fucked.

Of all those present, the one who was most shaken was Daiyu.

He muttered words audible only to him. -"She's always been the favorite... Why always her?!" Daiyu swallowed hard, her clenched teeth cutting off her words. "This time... this time I'll..."

The Emperor's aura pulsed one last time, making it clear that there was no room for argument. Aria finally looked up, a small smile of victory hidden between her tears.

The silence that followed the Emperor's order was broken only by the soft rustling of Aria's dress as she finally stood up, tears still in her eyes. Her red dress adjusted itself again, but the effect was already done, every man present had been marked by the seductive sight. Her face now had a smile.

"Well," Lucian cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he opened a scroll. "We have urgent matters to discuss. Reports indicate that our resources are..."

"The finances can wait," Weiran interrupted, his voice still laced with bitterness. "James Vogen is marching towards us with an army of 120,000 men. Our scouts have confirmed that they are only two weeks away from the capital." The hall grew tense. Aria quietly wiped away her tears, keeping her expression worried as she watched the discussion unfold. "Father," Weiran continued, turning to Charles. "What will be done? We need an immediate strategy to defend the capital." Charles, still standing before his throne, sat down and let an enigmatic smile play across his lips. "Why do you ask me, son?" "What do you mean? You are the Emperor and..."

"No," Charles interrupted, his gaze shifting to Aria. "Ask the new warlord."

Weiran clenched his fists at his father's reaction, his nails digging into his palms. Every concession to Aria was a step away from his own imperial dream.

'Sister, today's battle… You won.'

All eyes turned to Aria, who still maintained a seemingly fragile posture, but her eyes shone with calculating intelligence.

'So, dear sister,' Weiran practically spat the words. 'What is your plan to prevent us all from being slaughtered?'

'If you want to play, then let's play then, sister,' Weiran thought.

Aria wiped the last of the tears from her face and stood up straight. Her body still trembled slightly, but her voice was firm and clear as she replied,

'Berovia sees us as weak and cowardly. They expect us to hide behind our walls, passively awaiting their attack.' She walked across the room. "That's exactly what we won't do."

"What?" Weiran scoffed. "Are you going to suggest we attack an army three times our size?"

"No," Aria smiled, her eyes still shining with unshed tears. "I suggest we ambush them. James Vogen is arrogant, he marches his army along the main route, without worrying about attacks."

Evander Quinn frowned, his military interest clearly piqued. "Go on."

"The Whispering Woods are five days away, on the route they're taking," Aria pointed to the map on the wall. "The terrain is uneven, with several gorges. If we position our troops strategically..."

"We could attack them by surprise," Evander finished, his eyes shining with understanding.

"Exactly," Aria confirmed. "They don't expect an offensive from us. Their formation will be loose, unprepared. If we attack at night, with small groups at different points..."

"We would wreak havoc on their ranks," Charles concluded, a proud smile on his face. "And James Vogen would not be able to organize a proper defense in the rough terrain."

Lucian Quinn looked skeptical. "And how do you know so much about military strategy, dear niece?"

Aria let a single tear run down her cheek. "Do you think I was just playing house with Han? He taught me so much about military tactics. Ironically, you accuse him of treason when his knowledge could save us all."

Charles rose majestically from his throne, his aura still pulsing through the hall. "Court is dismissed. Evander, you and my daughter will remain to discuss the details of strategy."

The air heavy with sexual tension began to dissipate as the men filed out of the hall, each still affected by the seductive sight of moments before. Weiran was the last to leave, casting a calculating glance at his sister before closing the heavy doors behind him.

Everyone left to do their own thing. Only Daiyu did something suspicious. As he left, he waved to a guard. Who waved back at him. As for the reason for the exchange of signals, it was currently unknown.

Inside the hall, when it was just the three of them, Aria straightened her posture, discreetly adjusting her dress. "Minister Evander, we need to act quickly. The Whispering Forest will be our battlefield."

"We need to divide our forces into three groups," she continued, approaching the map. "The main one, with our heavy infantry and combat mages, will attack the rear. The elemental mages can amplify the forest's natural fog to provide cover."

Evander, still struggling to maintain professionalism after the previous scene, nodded. "What about the other two groups?"

"Light cavalry and archers," Aria traced the routes with her delicate finger. "Positioned in the passes for quick attacks when chaos sets in. We need the messengers to leave today to rally our troops." Charles watched with pride as his daughter and the Minister of War refined the details of the ambush.

When the details of the strategy were finalized, Charles waved Evander away. The Minister of War bowed, leaving father and daughter alone in the throne room.

"Aria..." Charles began, his voice softer now that they were alone. "Do you... intend to continue staying at the castle during this time?" Aria turned to him with a sweet, innocent smile, her eyes still slightly moist from earlier tears. "Of course, Daddy. I feel so safe here..." She moved closer to him, her red dress still hugging her curves. "You always protect me so well..."

Charles felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered the night before, her moans, the heat of her body, the forbidden pleasure they shared. His throat went dry.

"Did you... sleep well last night?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He wanted to know if he had somehow been discovered or if his daughter had something to report.

"Very well, as soon as I lay down I passed out and went into a deep sleep." she answered with calculated sweetness, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't know what happened, but I slept very well. I felt like Daddy was taking care of me. If it happens again I'll be happy."

The double meaning of her words made Charles's cock throb inside his pants, but he kept his composure. Aria continued to act like the innocent and devoted daughter, as if the night before had been just a dream.

"I'm glad you slept well, my daughter. I hope today is as good as yesterday''

If he could, Charles would speed up time so that night would come soon and Aria could go to sleep. With her clearly asking for a treatment to sleep well, he couldn't completely control himself. He felt that if he stayed in the same room as her, he might throw himself on her body and commit another nefarious act.

''Since everything is over, you can leave. Remember that you are now the one in charge of this war. Be here early again tomorrow''

''Okay, daddy. I will do whatever you want''

Those words sent another shiver down Charles' spine. Luckily, Aria turned and left.

He didn't even dare look at her back as she left for fear of losing control.

She was satisfied. In just a few days, she had already secured an important position in the court, and even her father, who was resistant to it, didn't hesitate.

Outside, Aria walked through the castle corridors, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble. The red dress still hugged her curves as she made her way to the Minister of War's chambers. Her plan was simple, to ensure that Evander was completely under her control before the battle.

As she reached the door to the minister's chambers, two guards in shining armor stood guard. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the princess approaching.

"Hello, gentlemen," Aria smiled sweetly. "I need to discuss some details of strategy with Minister Evander. It is a matter of urgency."

"Your Highness," one of the guards bowed respectfully. "The Minister is in his chambers. Should I announce you?"

"That will not be necessary," she replied, her smile calculating. "Matters of war cannot wait for formalities, can they?"

The guards exchanged hesitant glances, but none dared question the princess's authority, especially after the events of that morning had already begun to spread. With a bow, they opened the heavy doors, allowing Aria to enter Evander's private quarters.

"Uncle, your niece has come for private lessons."

With a smile that held many meanings, the door closed behind Aria.

Aria walked through the castle halls, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble. The red dress still hugged her curves as she made her way to the Minister of War's quarters. Her plan was simple, ensure that Evander was completely under her control before the battle.

Upon reaching the door to the minister's chambers, two guards in shining armor stood guard. Their eyes widened slightly as they saw the princess approaching.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Aria smiled sweetly. "I need to discuss some details of the strategy with Minister Evander. It is an urgent matter."

"Your Highness," one of the guards bowed respectfully. "The Minister is in his chambers. Should I announce you?"

"That won't be necessary," she replied, her smile calculating. "Matters of war can't wait for formalities, can they?"

The guards exchanged hesitant glances, but none dared question the princess's authority, especially after the events of that morning. With a bow, they opened the heavy doors, allowing Aria to enter Evander's private quarters.

Evander's room was spacious, decorated with military maps and ancient weapons on the walls. When Aria entered, she found the Minister of War shirtless, his muscular torso covered in scars from past battles.

"Your Highness!" Evander exclaimed, quickly searching for his shirt. "Forgive me, I did not expect visitors at this hour. I will get dressed immediately."

"Please don't bother," Aria smiled sweetly, closing the door behind her. "I was the one who showed up unannounced. It would be unfair to make you dress in your own chambers." Her eyes discreetly trailed over the scars on his body. "Each mark tells a story of battle, doesn't it?"

Ever since Aria visited Aunt Oriana and saw the soldiers training, she developed a certain desire for the military and now it has been rekindled.

Evander hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but Aria's casualness made him relax a little. "Yes, Your Highness. This one," he pointed to a particularly prominent scar on his shoulder, "was during the Battle of the Three Valleys."

"Fascinating," Aria approached, her red dress billowing sensually. "I've come to discuss further details about our strategy in the Whispering Woods. We need to plan our every move with precision."

Evander leaned over the maps spread out on his desk, his bare torso glistening faintly with sweat in the candlelight. "Here," he pointed to a specific spot, "is where the forest becomes thickest."

Aria walked over, feigning complete interest in the map as she strategically positioned herself next to him. The movement caused her red dress to loosen slightly at the neckline, "accidentally" revealing one of her pink nipples.

"What about the canyons?" she asked innocently, noticing how Evander tried to keep his eyes fixed on the map, though his pupils occasionally strayed to her exposed chest.

"The… the canyons," he cleared his throat, his voice betraying a slight tremor. "They form a natural corridor here." His finger trembled slightly as he traced the route on the map.

"Fascinating," Aria murmured, leaning further into the table, making her dress cling even more tightly to her curves. "And where do you suggest we position the archers?"

The Minister of War was visibly tense, torn between his military duty and the growing excitement caused by the princess's proximity.

If he stopped to think, he would realize that all of Aria's questions were about things that had already been confirmed, but at that moment he wasn't so rational. He was weak to women.

Evander swallowed, trying to remain professional as Aria leaned further across the table. "The archers would be best positioned on the northern ridges, Your Highness."

"Oh, I dropped my bracelet," Aria murmured softly, noticing a small object rolling under the table. She gracefully lowered herself onto all fours to reach it. The movement caused her dress to ride up, revealing her rounded buttocks to the minister.

Evander felt his member instantly harden at the sight. His hands gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white, while beads of sweat ran down his muscular torso.

"Found it!" Aria exclaimed triumphantly, slowly standing up and turning to face him. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she took in the minister's state, his heavy breathing, the flush on his face, and the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Your Highness," he tried to keep his voice steady. "Perhaps we should focus on strategy..."

"But that's exactly what we're doing, Minister," Aria purred, stepping closer to him. "After all, war is about dominance, isn't it?"

Aria composed herself, adjusting her dress so that it still maintained a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. "So, shall we go over the full plan, Minister?"

Evander took a deep breath, trying to regain his military composure despite his obvious desire. "Yes… yes, Your Highness." He forced himself to focus on the map, even as his body betrayed his excitement. "James Vogen's army will follow the main route…"

"Through the Whispering Woods," Aria finished, "accidentally" brushing her arm against his bare torso as she pointed to the map. "Where our first force will be waiting."

"Exactly," he swallowed, his cock throbbing in his pants. "The heavy infantry and combatmages will attack the rearguard when they are most vulnerable."

"And our archers?" Aria asked, leaning back over the table so that her nipple was visible to him.

"On… on the northern heights," Evander stammered lightly. "Along with light cavalry in the passes for quick attacks."

"Perfect," Aria smiled, pleased with both the plan and the effect it was having on the minister. "And how long do we need to position all the troops?"

"Five days to deploy all troops," Evander replied, trying to remain professional despite his evident excitement. "We must be quick and discreet so as not to alert Berovia's spies."

"Excellent," Aria smiled, adjusting her dress so that her nipple was still slightly exposed. "But there is... another matter I would like to discuss with you, Minister."

Evander swallowed, his bare torso glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the candlelight. "How… how may I help you, Your Highness?"

The soft, seductive tone in her voice made his cock throb in his pants. He could smell her perfume, a mixture of flowers and something more primal, more tantalizing. As Minister of War, he was used to maintaining control in any situation, but there was something about her presence that made him completely vulnerable.

"You know, Minister," Aria leaned closer, her lips inches from his ear, "I've always admired men... experienced in battle."

Aria slid smoothly into Evander's lap, her red dress riding up slightly as she adjusted herself. The war minister swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure despite the heat of her body against his bare torso.

"Since you're practically my uncle," she whispered in a sweet, innocent voice, her lips dangerously close to his ear, "I hope you can support me and teach me everything about war."

Evander felt his member instantly harden under her weight, while Aria's soft scent invaded his senses. His hands trembled slightly, torn between the desire to touch her and the duty to maintain the appropriate distance.

"Your Highness," he tried to keep his voice steady, failing miserably when she shifted in his lap, "this is not... appropriate."

"Why not?" Aria asked with mock innocence, adjusting her position so that her exposed nipple brushed against his bare chest. "Don't you want to teach me, Uncle Evander?"

"Yes Princess Aria, I will help you understand everything about the war," Evander replied shakily, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he tried to ignore the heat of her body against his. "But please, step away. This is... inappropriate."

His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants, pressing against the fabric with a force that threatened to rip the seam. Her scent, mixed with the heat of her skin and the feel of her breasts rubbing against his bare chest, was pushing his sanity to the limit.

Evander was a disciplined man, trained in the arts of war, but at that moment all his willpower was being tested by the princess sitting on his lap. Beads of sweat ran down his muscular torso as he fought to maintain control, even as his body betrayed his primal desire for her.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Aria asked in a sweet, innocent voice, gently wiggling on his lap. "Are you feeling sick?"

"N-no, princess," Evander stammered, his cock throbbing painfully against her ass. "It's okay. But please, you need to leave..."

"Are you sure?" she insisted, adjusting her position so that her exposed nipple brushed against his bare chest. "You look so...tense."

"Your Highness," he swallowed, his hands shaking as he gripped the arms of the chair. "This isn't... we can't... please..."

The minister of war, always so disciplined, could now barely form coherent sentences, torn between his duty and the primitive desire that consumed him as the princess moved "innocently" on his lap.

"You know, Uncle..." Aria purred, her voice sweet and melodious as she watched the Minister of War try to maintain his composure. "My husband once taught me that if a man is so tense, it is a woman's duty to take care of him."

Evander swallowed, his bare torso glistening with sweat in the candlelight. "Your Highness, this is not…"

"I know Uncle has devoted himself to the country and doesn't have a wife," she interrupted softly, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on his muscular chest. "Let me help you with that."

Before he could protest, Aria slid gracefully off his lap and, with the dexterity of a predator, pulled his pants down. His member sprang free, thick and throbbing, making Aria lick her lips in anticipation.

"Princess..." Evander tried to argue, but his voice failed when he felt her warm breath against his exposed cock.

"Let me thank you properly..." Aria whispered, her tongue sliding along the length of his member in slow, teasing movements. Her pink lips wrapped around the sensitive glans while her innocent eyes remained fixed on his.

The war minister gripped the arms of his chair tightly, his bare torso glistening with sweat as he watched the princess between his legs. She alternated between long licks and deep sucks, making him moan softly.

"Your Highness... we mustn't..." he tried to protest, but his voice failed as she swallowed him whole, her tight throat massaging the head of his cock.

Aria sucked with dedication, her breasts swaying gently with each movement as her exposed nipple rubbed against his muscular thigh. Her tongue danced around his throbbing member, eliciting increasingly loud moans from the minister.

"Please, Uncle," she murmured between licks, "let me show you how much I appreciate your teachings..."

Aria increased the pace of her sucking, her lips sliding up and down Evander's hard cock as her hands gently massaged his balls. The war minister was quickly losing his self-control, his hips beginning to move involuntarily against her mouth.

"Princess..." he groaned hoarsely, one of his hands finally leaving the arm of the chair to bury itself in her silky hair. "Shouldn't we... ah... that's..."

She responded by swallowing him even deeper, her tight throat massaging the sensitive glans as her tongue worked the underside of the shaft. The wet sound of her mouth filled the room, mingling with Evander's increasingly desperate moans.

"Do you like it like this, uncle?" she asked with false innocence between sucks, her hand pumping the base of his cock as her tongue circled the head. "Do you want your niece to take good care of you?"

Evander was completely surrendered now, his muscular body trembling with pleasure as Aria continued her delicious torture. His cock throbbed violently in her mouth, indicating that he couldn't hold out much longer.

Evander felt his control slipping away completely as Aria continued her delicious torture. His fingers tightened in her hair as his hips moved involuntarily against her mouth.

"Princess... I won't... take it..." he groaned hoarsely, his muscular torso covered in sweat.

Aria picked up the pace, sucking even harder as her hands massaged his balls. She could feel his cock throbbing violently in her mouth, ready to explode.

"Cum for me, uncle," she murmured between sucks, her voice sweet and teasing. "Let your niece taste your milk..."

With a guttural groan, Evander lost control completely. His cock exploded in her mouth, spurting thick jets of cum that Aria greedily swallowed, not wasting a single drop.

"That's it, Uncle..." she purred, licking up the last traces of his cum. "Now you're much more relaxed about teaching me about war, aren't you?"

Evander tried to catch his breath, his body still shaking after the intense orgasm. "Your Highness, please... we should stop... this is..."

But before he could finish the sentence, Aria was already sliding back into his lap, her red dress riding up to her waist. His cock, still hard as steel, brushed against her wet entrance.

"Shhhh," she whispered, slowly lowering herself onto his member. "Let your niece take care of you..."

When she felt his thick cock sliding completely inside her, Aria couldn't contain a loud, long moan of pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh... uncle..."

Outside, the two guards glanced at each other upon hearing the unmistakable sound. One of them cleared his throat, adjusting his position to hide his own growing excitement.

"So big..." Aria moaned, grinding against his lap as her inner walls squeezed his throbbing member. "Fuck me, uncle... teach me all about war..."

Each time Aria came down on his cock, Evander felt his sanity slip a little further. The war minister, always so disciplined and controlled, was losing himself in the forbidden pleasure of fucking his niece.