Royal Flush

“We had an appointment! Check the schedule. Minister Wallis of South Merisia? Princess Royal Koma Mayu?! It was made well over a month ago!”

The Butler nods and smiles. “I am aware, Minister. However, Her Royal Highness is not accepting any visitors presently.”

“What—” The Minister huffs and throws his arms up, rubbing his forehead. “These are no small matters at stake! She can’t just…just—this is preposterous!”

“She will be occupied for the entire day, Minister. Tomorrow may be the earliest you can visit. We will contact you with any further updates. I deeply apologise for the inconvenience.”

“Tomorrow?!” The Minister sighs, his shoulders slumping. “And what do you mean may? You don’t know her schedule either?”

The Butler gives a full bow. “I deeply apologise, Minister. We can offer to set you up with accommodations nearby, if you’d like.”

“Bah. I can manage that myself fine, thank you. Let’s go, Colonel,” he nods at his aide. “Bloody royals just play around with their own schedules, apparently.” The Butler breathes out a sigh as he watches them storm away, looking over his back.

So, what exactly has the Princess Royal so occupied that she’s cancelled all the appointments for the day, no matter with who? 

The answer is that she’s got you pinned down on her bed, fingers wrapped around your shaft, jerking up and down while twisting side to side, all with a gleeful grin on her face. You, in contrast, are whimpering, quivering, sweat and tears running down your cheeks. Your throbbing tip leaks precum almost as quickly, balls swollen and aching from the seventh edging of the day.

Mayu’s somehow perfectly in tune with your resistance too, knowing precisely how to get you to the very edge and when to stop, denying the release your whole body is so desperately yearning for. “You getting tired? My boy getting tired? It’s only been an hour…” she giggles maniacally, moving her hand faster.

“Uhh! N–No! I can…can take—mmhhh! Can hold it! As long as you want, Your Highness!” you wheeze. If your mind were clearer, you’d applaud yourself for lasting this long. But alas, it’s clouded by pain and pleasure. 

Mayu pouts and slaps your balls, making you flinch hard. “Hmph! You forgot already? Do I have to say it again?”

“No! No…I’m sorry!” Your eyes shoot wide open, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, Your Hi—I mean, I’m sorry, m–mommy…”

A wide grin returns to her face. “Attaboy. Thought I was gonna have to kick you out there.” She rewards you with a long lick along the bottom vein, her tongue flat and slow. A string of what might be human language spills from your mouth as a result, the lights in your head flickering with a loud buzz.

“Now, you don’t wanna get kicked out of the estate butt naked, do you?” Mayu’s sweet, gentle voice is almost maternal, easily scrambling what semblance of pride you have left. “Don’t wanna get back to being a…worthless—wage—slave?” she asks slowly, kissing different parts of your cock.

“N–No! No, mommy! I wanna be…wanna…” Your mouth’s getting dry from all the crying and moaning. “Wanna be—yours. All yours, mommy!”

Mayu giggles. That soft, adorable look which is the only look the media sees most times. “Slut.” Not like this, though.

“Yes! I’m your slut! I’m mommy’s slut…mmhhh…” 

“Say it for me again.” She wraps her lips around your head, suckling on it before releasing with a pop. “You’re worthless without me. Nothing if not my fucktoy,” she whispers, circling her fingertip around your slit.

“I’m—mmm…I’m worthless without you! Nothing if no—ahh!” Mayu takes you fully, going all the way down to her throat. “Nothing if not mommy’s fucktoy!” She hums and swipes her tongue in big circles, stimulating every surface that’s become hyper sensitive. You start sobbing above her again, hands locked to your sides as she instructed despite your desperate instincts to push her down by the hair. 

Mayu’s mouth is more ferocious than it was the previous two cycles, your tip knocking on the back of her throat with tangible, filthy glucks. Not at all something you ever expect to hear from a royal, what with how they’ve branded themselves to the people.

 Frankly, you never expected to be this up close with a royal, for any purpose. They always seemed distant. Unaffected by the troubles of the commoners. And you weren’t sure whether your resentment towards them was borne from the systemic inequality or your exclusion from the elusive clique that they’ve formed.

“Hey. Hey! What’re you thinking about? Where’s your head at?” Mayu scowls, saliva drooling from her swollen lips as she catches her breath. “I–I, uh…I was—”

“Were you distracting yourself to last longer?” she smirks, tilting her head.