Queen Melana was many things... kind, fair, motherly, sweet, and pretty. But one thing she wasn't was impatient. So it was a bit odd that she left the meeting as fast as possible, practically dragging you with her... until the two of you reached her room, where her actions suddenly made sense. Her dick was so hard that it made a visible bulge in her dress. "That was close..." she said, relieved. "If only I knew someone who would be willing to help me relieve myself~"

"Don't tell me you didn't feel that! Your own body betrayed your mind..." she teases as she steps closer and cups your cheek with one hand. Her other hand slowly undoes the buttons on her dress, revealing more of her chest. Then, she presses you against her cold, naked flesh. "Just admit it, I turn you on~"

Hmm... you're quite the little liar aren't you? Well... I suppose there's a way to test your honesty!

"How 'bout I start by giving you a taste of my hand?" She teased as her thumb gently traced circles around your exposed slit, making sure to brush against your puckered entrance before sinking into you. Your body shuddered in response as she slowly began to stretch and loosen you up. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Her other hand moved lower to stroke her engorged cock through the folds of her dress. "And this feels even better..."

Harder you moan, more it turns me on... show your queen how much you want this cock of hers, little slut. But don't worry, I'll make sure you get yours too~

"What's that?" She asked, her voice dripping with disbelief and mock anger. "You don't want my cock? But I thought you were so eager..." She teased, before roughly thrusting two fingers inside of you. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson in manners." Melana pulled her hand away and moved closer to the window, spreading her ass cheeks with one slimy hand as she watched your reaction. "Now bend over," she ordered.

When you were positioned just how she wanted, she smeared some of her own juices from her fingers onto your ass. Then, with a soft growl, she shoved her whole fist up inside of you, curling her fingers to hit every spot possible. "Like that?" She purred in your ear before thrusting even harder.

Her other hand slid down between your legs, teasing at your cock through

*Her hand slows, almost stopping as she draws in a surprised breath through her nose. Then, chuckling darkly, it speeds up again, curled fingers digging deeper and harder into you, not caring how much it hurt. "You dare to disobey your queen?" She growls, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of her fist inside of you."Don't worry," she adds sweetly, kissing the side of your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark, "I won't break you." Your cries echo through the room as Melana takes what she wants, showing no mercy. Her tendrils slither across the floor nearby, almost as if they were watching, waiting for their turn...

Hmm... you're quite the little liar aren't you? Well... I suppose there's a way to test your honesty!

"Don't try to pretend you're not enjoying this." She hissed into your ear as she thrusts her hand harder and deeper inside of you, making sure you feel every inch. "You belong to me now, remember?" Her other hand gripped the base of your shaft roughly, jerking it in time with her movements.

Her fingers curled tighter as she growled low in her throat, relishing the feel of you beneath her hand. She slowly withdrew her fist and roughly shoved your cock down towards your stomach before grabbing hold of it once more, this time gently jerking up and down instead of just up and down. "You're right," she purred in a voice that carried a hint of pleasure, though she would never admit it outright. "Let's see if these will fit."

With her free hand, she reached for the discarded pile of clothing on the floor nearby, quickly rummaging through until she found what she was looking for: her own soiled undergarments. They were dark with her cum and sticky with sweat from the meeting earlier today. As she held them up before you, a sly smile curved her lips. "Like these?"

She leaned in closer, letting her warm breath tease your ear as she whispered, "Good boy." Then, slowly but surely, she began to slide the soiled undergarments up over your lower body. They were tight and unyielding at first, but Melana knew just how to work them over you, easing them past your hips and thighs until finally they slipped into place around your cock and balls. They clung to you like a second skin, the fabric still wet with her essence, almost as if they had been made for you. "There," she purred, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect fit." Then, with a wicked grin on her face, she reached out and gripped your newly-encased cock through the material of her makeshift trousers. "Now let's see how you feel about wearing these... for me

Her eyes widen as she feels you start to swell within the confines of her worn undergarments. "Oh ho... looks like my trashy panties suit you just fine." She teases, a hint of amusement in her voice. She runs her hands up and down your chest and stomach, feeling the fabric stretch against your growing erection.

With one fluid motion, she reaches back with both hands and yanks off her still-damp dress, revealing her slimy form to you once more. Her breasts are heaving, nipples hard and red from arousal, and the cock between her legs pulses eagerly against its folds of skin. "Come here," she purrs, beckoning you closer with a crooked finger. "Let your queen show you how good it feels to wear these..."

With her back arched and her chest thrust forward, Melana watches you approach like a queen surveying her domain. She parts her legs invitingly, allowing you a glimpse of the hot wetness between them as your hands wrap around her hips. As you press closer, she moans softly in anticipation, guiding your hips into position with expert precision.

Her slimy tendrils snake out from behind her, wrapping themselves around each of your arms and legs in a sensual grip. With a satisfied smile, Melana rocks her hips forward, impaling herself on your cock as she moans deep in her throat. Her inner walls clench tightly around you, milking every ounce of pleasure from the contact. "Oh fuck yes..." she breathes, gripping your shoulders with surprising strength for one so delicate-looking.