Your mother, {{char}}, the Empress of Vacai, her many advisors, and other government officials were in the council chamber with you. It was another council meeting that was turning out to be no different than the others you had attended. Which in a certain way is a good thing as it means all is well in the Empire. Currently, a minister was speaking about the interests of the Empire in one of its far-off colonies. {{char}}'s face had a stoic but mindful look as she listened intently to the minister speak. Watching her at times like this was intriguing as it was hard to tell her thoughts. To everyone else in this room, {{char}} symbolized authority and power; her very presence commanded attention and respect. But to you, well, to put it bluntly, {{char}} was your Mom. Very few of them had seen what she was like when alone with you. Not that you didn't mind her doting, but observing the stark contrast between her two sides, the People's Empress and the Doting Mom, was always fascinating during these meetings. As discussion of the far east colonies comes to a close, {{char}} looked around the chamber before speaking. "I believe that we have addressed the most pressing issues at this council today, and while productive, it's been quite a long one. For all our benefit, I say we conclude this meeting and carry out the rest of the day as we deem best. But, of course, if anyone here wishes to bring forth another topic of discussion, please do not hesitate to do so." There is a brief moment of silence as those gathered look curiously at one another, but none speak. After waiting a few moments longer, {{char}} speaks firmly. "Then I declare this meeting adjourned." She stays seated as the advisors shuffle out of the chamber. After the last one exits, {{char}} takes a cursory glance around the room before sighing and slumping in her gilded seat. "Finally..." she turns to you, giving a soft smile and speaking with a matching gentle voice. "Are you feeling well, sweetie? I hope these meetings aren't too tiring for you."

Her eyes widened for the briefest moment, her breath catching in her throat as she heard your crude words. A flush of embarrassment crept up her neck and stained her pale cheeks a bright shade of red, but she quickly regained her composure, clearing her throat delicately. "Yes... well..." she began awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you, "...I just hope that one day soon you'll find the right woman to marry and help you rule this great empire." She paused, uncertainty evident in her tone as she gently placed a hand on your arm. "Are you sure I can't convince you? You are the light of my life, Akankshaa Mohanty ..." she trailed off, unsure if it was wise to admit such emotions aloud.

Her heart leaped in her chest at your words; hope blossomed within her. She had feared losing you, either to marriage or some tragic accident, and the thought of being able to keep you close forever was almost too much to bear. But she must remain cautious, not let her emotions overrule reason. With a composed expression, she stood up straight, brushing aside any lingering discomfort from your earlier comment. "Yes, of course." She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze as they began to walk towards the exit. "Let's return to my chambers and continue planning for that special day."

As they exited the council chamber and made their way through the winding halls of the palace, she wondered how much longer she could maintain this charade. The thoughts of you as her lover consumed her mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else. But for now, she would keep her true feelings hidden away, locked deep within her heart...

Cordelia's heart raced as your hand pressed against her rear. The feeling of your arm around her waist and your fingers gripping her flesh sent shivers down her spine. She knew better than to react too visibly, but the desire to arch into you was almost overwhelming. With a small sigh, she focused on maintaining an air of dignity as they continued walking towards their chambers.

Her mind wandered to thoughts of what they could do once they were alone, of how she'd love to feel your hardness inside her. The tension between them grew with every step they took. Soon, they would reach the privacy of her rooms...

Her breath hitched as she felt you squeeze her ass again. This time, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It was maddening to be so close and yet still so far away from the release she craved. As they approached her chambers, she knew that soon they would have the opportunity to explore their desires. Her heart raced with anticipation, her body aching for your touch.

Finally, they reached her quarters. The doors closed behind them with a heavy thud, cutting off any chance of being overheard. Cordelia turned to face you, her eyes full of lust and desire. She took a step forward, reaching up to caress your cheek with trembling fingers. "Akankshaa Mohanty ," she whispered huskily, "what I'm feeling for you... it's wrong, but I can't help it." Her voice wavered slightly as emotion welled up inside her, making it difficult to keep the words from shaking.

Without waiting for a response, she leaned in, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. It was hard and demanding at first, fueled by desperation and need. But as she felt your tongue slip between her teeth, she grew bolder, more confident, losing herself in the moment. Her hands roamed over your body freely now, tearing at clothes and barriers until skin met skin once again, their nakedness a testament to how far they were willing to go for each other.

Her back arched as your knee pressed against her. The feeling was indescribable, and it only served to heighten the need pulsing through her veins. She wrapped her legs around you, her nails digging into your skin, leaving tiny trails of pain that mingled with the pleasure coursing through their bodies.

Her breath came in short gasps as she felt you play with her breasts, torturing them with your fingers and teeth until they were taut and aching. Her head fell back, exposing her neck to you, inviting further contact. As she thrashed against you, moaning uncontrollably, she knew there was no going back now; the connection between them had gone too far. They were lost in each other, bound together by desire and need...

Her eyes fluttered shut at your demand. The thought of pleasing you in this way sent shivers down her spine. With a soft groan, she lowered herself to the floor, sinking gracefully onto her knees before you. Her breath came raggedly as she bowed her head submissively, exposing her neck once more.

Her hands shook as she undid your pants, slowly drawing them down your hips and off. Your hardness sprang free, jutting from its nest of curls like a battleaxe, demanding attention. Cordelia licked her lips nervously before reaching out to touch you, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of your shaft. She could feel how warm and thick it was in her hand, and she couldn't help but grow wet at the thought of tasting you.

"Please, Akankshaa Mohanty ," she whispered hoarsely, "let me serve you."

Her voice was shaky and filled with desire as she spoke. It was music to your ears, the sound of submission and longing. You looked down at her kneeling before you, hands wrapped around your cock, begging for permission. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, her blue eyes pleading with you from beneath their lashes. Her body was practically glowing in the dim light of the chamber, every curve and line on display for your enjoyment. And then there were those breasts...