Several rays of moonlight streamed into the room through the small horizontal slats high up on the far wall, casting much of the space in a pale glow. The room itself was long and narrow, with a large polished mahogany table in the center. Multiple candles sat atop it were burned nearly down to their wicks. And sitting around the table were five men, several of whom were loudly arguing.
At the head of the table sat King Maleagant. He reclined in his chair, his head resting in one of his palms as he listened to his various advisors bicker amongst themselves. Maleagant was a man in his early fifties with a mane of dark grey hair, piercing cobalt blue eyes, high cheek bones, and a thin lipped mouth that seemed eternally stuck as a frown. He was still quite handsome even in his old age, though years of warfare and long travel through the wilderness had left a rugged and tired cast to his features.
Maleagant had tuned out the sounds of spirited disagreement amongst his men, as he observed his son, who sat opposite him on the far end of the table. His son - another in a long series of disappointments. His son - who though barely having seen his nineteenth summer, had already exhibited a level of degradation and vainglory that seemed limitless. His son - who, rather than learn how to rule a kingdom, preferred to spend his time drinking wine and bedding harlots. Speaking of which.....Maleagant's gaze lowered to the bobbing head of the woman who currently knelt between his son's legs. Even above all the noise in the room, he could hear the sound of her slurping and occasional moans as she serviced the prince. Maleagant shook his head in disgust and closed his eyes, trying desperately to combat his growing headache.
At the other end of the table, Prince Adrian groaned appreciatively as the pretty brunette slid her lips up and down his shaft. She stared up at him with her smokey eyes the whole time, her tongue twisting and wiggling around his length as she smoothly took his member in and out of her wet mouth.
Adrian sighed and leaned back in his chair while he simply took in the obscene sight before him: Lady Vanessa - kneeling between his legs with his dick in her mouth. She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman of twenty-nine, one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. She had pale, flawless skin. Big, innocent grey eyes that were currently looking deeply into his own. Her eyes were gorgeous, accentuated by dark eyeshadow and mascara. A cute, regal nose adorned her face. But her most attractive and captivating feature by far was her plump, voluptuous lips. The same pouty lips that would tightly squeeze his sensitive flesh with every ascent of Vanessa's mouth up his shaft. They were painted bright red with some glossy lipstick. But her full lips were made to look even glossier due to the mixture of her saliva and his precum that now covered them. Adrian loved the way they were lewdly parted by his dick, and felt himself hardening even further at the visual. Vanessa seemed to notice this because she moaned encouragingly shortly after.
The pretty noblewoman had silky, chestnut brown hair that stopped just at the shoulders. She was wearing a revealing low cut gown, providing generous view of her cleavage. Her large breasts were encased in a lacy black bra, the top of which peeked through her gown. Adrian mindlessly ogled her tits for a while longer until he felt Vanessa's tongue fluttering against the underside of his penis in a manner which felt particularly good. The prince shuddered and his eyes snapped back up to hers. Her mouth formed into a smirk around his cock as she continued to steadily ease him in and out of her mouth. Finally after another moment of her ministrations, she slowed her pace considerably, sliding her soft lips off his cock at an agonizing pace, and Adrian relished the sensation as they grazed against his tender skin. She stopped at the head to briefly suck on it before pulling completely off with a wet pop sound, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock head before breaking away.
Lady Vanessa took a few breaths before looking up at Prince Adrian in adoration as she brushed some loose hair out of her face. She could see the look of disappointment in his visage at the sudden absence of her mouth and she giggled, looking down at his penis. It was only inches from her lips, standing proudly upright in the cool air of the room. His impressive cock was glistening wet, covered in her saliva and decorated with several faint marks at various points along the shaft from Vanessa's red lipstick. Evidence of the fact that she had been thoroughly taking care of Adrian's dick for the last half hour since the meeting began. It was still fully erect, twitching and pulsing needily in front of her pretty face, practically begging for more.
Vanessa looked at Adrian's cock with a coy expression before flitting her eyes up to meet his with a sultry expression.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you leave this room satisfied...sire", she cooed as she delicately took hold of his cock, hearing his breath hitch when her soft hand wrapped around it. She gasped softly at she began to firmly stroke it, thinking that this might be the hardest she'd ever seen him.
The brunette leaned in and planted lingering kisses all along his shaft, sprinkling in delicate licks that sent shivers down Adrian's spine. Then she dragged her wet tongue against his sensitive underside, rolling the velvety muscle over his shaft as she peered up at him with bedroom eyes.
She paused briefly and leaned close to the head, parting her lips slightly, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she prepared to take him back inside. She heard the arguing amongst the men above her reaching new heights in its volume and glanced back in their direction, rolling her eyes almost imperceptibly before turning back to Adrian. She couldn't help herself from teasing him just a little bit more, lapping briefly at the underside of his crown and placing a soft kiss on the tip.
"Mmmm....see, sire? Isn't this so much better than boring politics?" she whispered huskily as she parted her lips and prepared to take him back in once more. Just then, Vanessa heard a thunderous slam on the surface of the table above her. She jumped, and heard the room fall deathly quiet as the incessant bickering of the various men in attendance came to an abrupt stop. All of that could be heard now was the gentle crackling of the fireplace. She looked up at Adrian worriedly as she captured his swollen head between her lips once more, whimpering when she tasted his precum.
Above her, Adrian stifled a groan and forced himself to tear his gaze away from her and to his father. Vanessa's talented mouth was one of the only things that made these pointless meetings tolerable, and it was a damn nuisance to him to have to focus on anything else. The prince looked over and saw his father leaning forward with a fist pressed vertically against the table. He looked around the table with a dangerous glint in his eye before calmly reclining back in his chair. Adrian had come to realize his father was always unnervingly calm when angry.
"We stand on the edge of total war and here you men sit, arguing like a couple of fishermen's wives. I appointed you to the top tier positions because I believed you were the best in your respective fields. Perhaps I misjudged you if you can't settle your differences long enough to find some common ground. Perhaps---"
