You'll risk it.

You put such thoughts from your mind as you hobble back to the throne, trying to grip one of the armrests with your weak and trembling hand.

She's right of course, the thought of what you're doing is already giving you a sense of wicked delight.

"Take it out." Marissa commands, sauntering closer to the throne. You awkwardly fish your cock out of your breeches with one hand.

"Make it hard for me." Marissa continues. You oblige, stroking your cock. With the taboo situation, as well as your mother prowling towards you, it doesn't take more than a few pumps until you're standing to your full attention.

Marissa is pleased, and finds her knees before you.

You groan out as once again, her lips meet the head of your cock. You're willing to bet your mother is one of the best cocksuckers in the land. You know no woman's ever brought you more joy with just her mouth.

The ancient wood creaks as you lean back hard, hips bucking up into your mother's mouth as she effortlessly takes more and more of your considerable length into her mouth.

Before Marissa started, you were nervously glancing at the doors every few seconds. Now, your attention is fixed on her. As her lips slide down to the very base of your cock, practically touching your balls, nothing exists for you but the two of you. Your entire court could walk back in, and as they gasped and shouted, your only concern would be your mother finishing the job.

You grip and stroke your mother's raven locks, a little disappointed you're not clinging on to horns and hair the colour of magma. Marissa Loon had been a beautiful woman by anyone's definition, but the beauty of a succubus, to you at least, was beyond anything human.

Thinking back to your depraved session this morning, and your mother unleashing all her oral talents on you, it's only a few more minutes before you cum, shooting rope after rope of cum into Marissa's mouth.

Your mother makes a show of swallowing your seed. As if she's a cheap whore, not the former Regent.

Marissa stands. You catch your breath and stow your flaccid cock.

"There! I can tell you enjoyed that." Marissa smiles. "Now, I've a message for you."

Reaching into the neckline of her gown, your mother pulls out a small slip of parchment. It's heavily perfumed, and adorned with a kiss. It's a summons to meet Lady Alanna in her chambers.

"Don't keep your aunt waiting, Edward." Marissa advises. "She's brought a few things back from her travels. The sort the narrow-minded prudes who pass for courtiers wouldn't care to see."