Exit: (Slut-Queen) The Begging Queen

James' Perspective

I'm curious, so I decide to Exit.

Immediately, I'm hit with a wave of sensation as Arma's extremely provocative embrace is set into motion.

"I don't know~ mother," Arma drawls playfully, "James is such a good client, and he paid real well for exclusivity you know? I don't think it'd be very mannerly of me to **** him to share. What do you think, James?"

The Princess pulls away from me, hands on her shoulders, "Do you want me, her, or both?"

"Please," The Queen pleads from the throne, "it's been so long since I had a partner that could satisfy me. Don't tease me like this!"

"Hush, mother," Arma chides, rolling her eyes, "it's always the man's choice, you know?"

Honestly, I almost want to just keep watching things play out... but Arma's got quite an impatient look in her eyes and, frankly, I think listening to the Queen beg and debase herself is hot enough that teasing her is probably going to be more fun than actually giving her any satisfaction so...

Feeling ballsy, I pocket my phone and reach my arms up around Arma's mid-section, then pull her in for a deep, long kiss. I enjoy the feeling of her newly massive tits pressing into my chest once more as she pulls herself closer to me, and then my hands wander down to begin sampling her derriere, prompting a muffled squeal of excitement.

When we break for air, I quirk an eyebrow at my Princess-Whore. She's gasping for air just the same as me, but so she continues slowly grinding herself into me, "What do you think Arma? Do you feel like being generous and sharing with your mother?"

Arma giggles melodically, glancing to her mother's mildly hopeful expression and back to me.

"...Maybe later, if she's a good girl~"

And then it's back to kissing as the Queen whines piteously on her throne. I half-expect things to get even friskier, having been with Arma even before this sort of behavior was apparently genetically inherited, if not baked into their society, but she chides me and wags her finger. Apparently things aren't quite that much looser, that we can simply couple here in the throne-room while her mother watches (and not-so-subtly pleasures herself.)

Of course, Arma isn't a terribly patient woman, so it isn't long before we're given **** permission to leave and she's pulling me to the nearest available bedroom. Seeing the Queen's puppy eyes as we go, even as she fingers herself on her throne, I almost feel bad but...

Like Arma said, we can still see to the Queen later. Especially if she's true to her word, and it really is my choice. In the meantime, I've a Princess to breed. Again.