Interrupt the Blowjob.

Smiling wickedly to yourself, you enter the tent.

"Enjoying yourself in my absence, Sir Malcolm?" You ask. The knight practically jumps through the canvas ceiling upon hearing your voice.

"Your Majesty!" He exclaims with a start. He pulls back from Vanessa, stowing his cock away. "Forgive me, I simply..."

"Your bed grew cold and lonely with you gone, Majesty." Vanessa smiles naughtily. You can't bring yourself to be too mad at the fiery-haired tart. It's Sir Malcolm who's truly surprised you.

"And here I thought you were devoted to your pretty half-elf bride and children." You say, words dripping with gentle mockery.

"Forgive me, Majesty, I forgot myself. It was merely a passing-" The noble protests.

"Leave us, Malcolm. We'll discuss this, and other things, come the morning. Find a Beathan girl to bury your prick inside if you must. This one belongs to me." You remind him, drawing close to Vanessa, lecherously grabbing a handful of her arse. The tart giggles lustfully.

"Of course, sire." Malcolm nods, swiftly retreating from your tent, head bowed, face beet red.

"Now, I think you should show me exactly how much you've missed me, Vanessa." You smirk.

"A most wise idea, Your Majesty." Vanessa trills sultrily. She rises from the bed, helping you shrug off your travelling clothes before you deposit yourself in the centre of your comfortable bed.

"Mmm, I missed this cock!" Vanessa mutters, climbing onto the sheets with you, stroking your already hardening member. "Sir Malcolm could never compare to a man like you..."

"Your capacity for flattery is excellent." You say. "I half believe your words."

"It's the Gods' honest truth, Majesty!" Vanessa insists, lowering her head to plant a kiss on your royal cock. "You're so much more than a mere man!"

You smirk inwardly, the whore has no idea.

"Show me your devotion, then." You implore the girl, winding your hand into her lengthy red hair. Vanessa is only too happy to oblige.

The whore wastes no time, taking your length, sucking you with a fervour and a skill you doubt she would've extended to Sir Malcolm. She really is a talented little thing, you marvel, simply enjoying the sensation of her lips against your cock, the heat and wetness of her mouth, as you watch her hard at work.

Vanessa looks up at you, a smirk on her stuffed lips, a sultry glint in her blue eyes. If she isn't actually delighted to be sucking on your royal cock, she's certainly a decent actress.

You simply sit back and enjoy her ministrations, almost dozing off now that you're returned to the relative comforts of your own tent. You're sure you won't stray for anything for the remainder of the Contests.

Long blissful minutes pass, Vanessa as hard at work as ever, you wallowing in the relaxation and pleasure. Truly, the only thing that could make this situation more enjoyable for you was a flagon of ale in your hand. Or another girl below your waist.

Finally, you come, blasting spurt after spurt of your potent kingly seed into the whore's mouth. The redhead swallows your seed like it's water during a bad drought, then comes up for a well-deserved gasp of air.

"Gods, you taste good, Majesty!" Vanessa coos. "Now, is there anything else I can assist with?"