Take her ass... and decide to deal with Azar's and Ivette's threat.

With a wicked smile you decide to use Beatrice's back entrance. That decided, you make your charge on your aunt's ass.

“Ughhhh!” She grunts as you push inside her ass and you moan as her flesh tightens around your shaft. You pause as you reach full length, but instead continue moving, you slap her ass-cheek.

“Hiiikk!” Beatrice jumps at the unexpected sting.

You grin and start moving rhythmically enjoying yourself... and well, considering your aunt's moans, how she grinds her tits against the table and how vigorously she is fingering herself – you believe that she is enjoying herself as well.

It pleases you that she likes it... because she's done an outstanding job keeping your enemies at bay, and certainly deserves a reward....

But your thoughts return back to matters at hand as you ravish her.

You consider short-term and long-term consequences of each step you could make. You make plans inside plans, scheme and plot... and finally, after few minutes, a clear plan of action forms in your mind.

Satisfied, you slap your aunt's ass with far more **** than earlier.

“Oouuuughhhh!” Beatrice cries out as her flesh tighten around your cock, almost painfully.

You grab her neck and quicken your movements. The sound of your smacking flesh and her moans filling the room as you quickly reach your peak.

Just as you are about to cum, you bite Beatrice's earlobe and pinch her clit, driving her over the edge as well.

With loud groan your aunt's body arches as she reaches climax and her flesh tightens around your shaft – driving you over the edge of your own orgasm. You both take in the feeling of your mutual release until you fall on the table in exhaustion... well, Beatrice falls on the table, and you fall on her. You allow her body to warm you for a moment before you get up.

Your aunt moans quietly as you slide your cock from her wiping it with her skirt before you sit back down in your chair.

It takes Beatrice a couple of minutes to finally sit up on the table, catching her wicked smile. Of course she doesn't even try to cover her naked breasts. Not that you mind as your eyes feast on them.

“Mhmmm..." She moans as she smiles wickedly, "I haven't had anyone fuck me there since my brother took me before he left on campaign... mmm.” She rubs her clit with a moan before looking at you with a serious expression, all traces of her playfulness gone. “So do you have plan in mind...?"

You smile as you reply “Of course.... I now have quite a few tasks for you."

First, I want you to deliver the news to Lord Marius Gade, that the Yewaid mountain clans have raided a caravan.”

“Lord Gade lost a son to Yewaid clans, he will use it as an excuse to attack them...." She replies, pondering for second before adding, "But the clans are strong, he will be bested soundly.” Beatrice deduces.

You nod with a smile, sipping some wine as you respond, "Percisely.... and when he is crushed Gade will come running to his old friend, Freya... After all, it was the Queen who found him a wife – her favourite handmaiden, Lady Regina Gade, with whom she keeps contact even now.” You suspected that at some point, four years ago, there was something more between your mother and Lord and Lady Gade than simple friendship... but those were just rumours – irrelevant right now.

“Yewaid mountain clans are fierce.” You continue “Everyone knows that and for decades they were a thorn in my father's and grandfather's sides... So who would be the best to deal with them if not Warriors of the Serene? Even if the Gades have reinforcements from the Queen's own guard and Lord's Frederick's hold the fight in the Yewaid mountains would cut their strength in half... as well as considerably weakening the mountain clans.” You finish enthusiastically.

“All well and good dear nephew.... but even the defeat of Lord Gade's warriors will not be enough for your mother and uncle to go on a wild goose chase looking around the Yewaid mountains for wild clans.” Beatrice counters, pointing out the obvious weaknesses in your plan.

“Ahh.” You smile as you raise a finger. “But what if, the clans struck Lord Gade's residence when he was away? What if during the raid... their manor was set on fire...." Grinning deviously you add, "What if everyone present dies, including...”

“Including the Queen's own handmaiden, Lady Regina Gade... A personal strike against the Queen... a slap in her face.” Beatrice finishes and smiles. “...Yes. That would work. Of course, there would need to be some weapons left behind or maybe some of their bodies to implicate...”

“You will find their type of weaponry in the armoury.... There are also still some of their prisoners in the dungeon...." Smiling at their fate you tease, "Help yourself. Less mouths to feed.....” You interrupt her.

“Oh I will, my prince....” Her vicious smile akin to that of predator savoring a meal to come.

“Secondly, we will take care of Azar and Ivette. My half-sister already holds some power in court, especially in the city guard and it will only grow with time. It's better to ensure her support now rather then later.”

It's also an occasion to cut of rotten fruit... You think to yourself.

“I need you to somehow convince Azar to ally herself and her daughter with us. But that proposition, cannot come from us.... that would make us appear weak.” You add as you pour some more wine.

“And how would I do that..?” Beatrice asks you with an eyebrow raised.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Make one of Queen supporters who we pay to spy for us. Threaten to expose her as a double agent if you have to... Then when you can't make her stop begging to help, have one of her co-conspirators make a suggestion of alliance. Or try something else... But....” You pause to make your point “Azar needs to come to me, **** for an alliance.”

Beatrice thinks for a moment.

“That's doable... So you want Azar's allegiance I assume?”

“No... I want Ivette's.” You reply quickly

Beatrice frowns suspiciously and asks, “Just what are you plotting my dear nephew....”

You smile like a shark and reply deviously, “You will have to wait and see my dear aunt.... wouldn't want to spoil the surprise...”