The Tyrant Queens' Unification Council - 3
“Vacation system?”
Beatrix slammed the pen in her hand down onto the desk with a sharp clack, the sound echoing through the royal study.
The unfamiliar term spilled from Albert’s lips beside her.
“Yes. Around thirty days a year, usable at your own discretion.”
The concept of vacation wasn’t alien in this world, but institutionalizing it was a novel suggestion.
In this realm, vacation time only arose after some crisis or disruption.
That explained the flicker of curiosity in Beatrix’s eyes.
“However, shall we draw a firm line on how many can be away at once?”
“If too many are absent, operations will grind to a halt.”
“Exactly.”
Beatrix grasped the idea instantly, her eyes sharpening as she wove the new system into its proper context.
Albert saw no need to elaborate further; the explanation came easily.
‘There’s logic behind it.’
People need rest to work, just as giving them a break lets them recharge. Providing vacation time would only make them more effective.
It was a surprisingly intriguing proposal.
“Um… do you not like it? Or is it not to your taste?”
Albert’s expression had already wilted with doubt when he asked, so she didn’t bother questioning him further.
“No. It sounds interesting. I’ll start by testing it on the servants and maids within the palace.”
“Thank you. But what about the senior ministers?”
“If they take vacation, the work piles up. We can’t let them slack forever, though, so limits on both the number and duration of leave are necessary.”
“Ah… makes sense. They’re the ones who run the kingdom after all.”
Senior ministers leaving would create genuine bottlenecks in governance.
A perfectly logical point, and Albert accepted it without hesitation.
“Alright. Then, on that note…”
Beatrix rose abruptly from her chair.
The hem of her dress brushed Albert’s thigh and the edge of the desk.
She leaned in close, her belly pressing lightly against his, and whispered, voice trembling with something between shyness and need.
“Do it.”
Even after all these years of losing herself in the carnal affairs conducted right here in this study, she still grew shy.
Albert felt the same fresh thrill every time.
The deeper he touched, the deeper he sank.
‘After her orgasm… she seems even more desperate…’
Had her personality truly flipped because of the potion? A trace of that thought crossed his mind, but he simply smiled and reached out slowly.
“Eep… ticklish…”
A petulant whine spilled from Beatrix’s lips as Albert’s fingertips danced across her smooth, toned belly.
Squeeeeze.
“Huek!”
The moment Albert pressed lightly just below her navel, Beatrix let out a small, involuntary moan.
Her womb.
Albert rubbed the flat of his palm over her belly, teasing the sensitive underside with firm circles.
“Would you like me to fill this completely?”
“Yes… I want it. I want everything—your seed, your cock, all of it.”
“Then you know exactly how I’ll give it to you, don’t you?”
At work he was the one in charge, but in private he was never short of surprises.
Now he held the reins.
Tap-tap. Albert’s fingers poked and prodded the soft skin between her thighs.
His massive cock twitched visibly beneath his trousers.
Beatrix dropped to her knees in front of him, still half-dazed, and carefully loosened the fabric.
“Ahhn…”
The moment the trousers slipped down, his enormous erection sprang free, heavy and throbbing.
Beatrix stared at the shaft resting against her face, eyes glassy with lust. The weight alone was overwhelming—hot, pulsing, and far heavier than any man had a right to be. Yet the color never changed, and the musky male scent that clung to it was uniquely Albert’s.
“Mmm…”
The queen slid her hand between her own thighs while still crouched, then extended her long tongue and began licking the cock with deliberate care.
Her tongue traced every ridge, coating it in saliva, while two delicate fingers dipped into her own slick folds and pumped steadily.
The wet sounds of her tongue working the shaft filled the room, along with the obscene squelch of her fingers sliding in and out.
Beatrix was lost in the pure joy of serving her mate, lost in her own self-pleasure.
“Hah… haah…”
“Mm… good girl. That’s it. So well done.”
Albert stroked her black hair like he might a beloved dog, and the once-purely masochistic queen who had once used a dildo on herself began to purr with genuine, submissive ecstasy.
Her pink tongue danced mercilessly over the head and frenulum, teasing the slit beneath.
“Coming… I think it’s coming…”
Albert’s brow furrowed as he groaned.
People could look pained even when pleasure was flooding their nerves—another truth he had learned the hard way.
‘Seed… seed…’
Aaaaaaah. The female’s mouth opened wide, pink tongue swirling around the glistening tip as she took the entire head inside.
She flicked her tongue against the underside, then pushed, opening her throat to let the thick shaft slide deeper.
“Ugh…!”
A muffled groan tore from Albert’s lips. His cock jerked violently and began to spurt.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Beatrix swallowed every drop, throat working visibly, while her fingers never stopped thrusting inside her own dripping cunt.
The wet, filthy sounds grew louder. Her whole body shuddered, thighs quaking as she came hard, milk-white fluid squirting in rhythmic pulses.
“Haah…!”
Beatrix ripped her mouth away from the twitching cock and panted, chest heaving.
“Better?”
Albert watched her trembling thighs with concern, eyes searching her face.
“Fine. It’s… too good.”
Kyu—!
Beatrix clamped a hand over her mouth, mortified, but she didn’t close her eyes.
Instead, slowly parting her lips, she revealed the glistening, cum-free cavity of her mouth.
“Kuek…”
A vulgar, wet sound escaped as she forced the last trace of saliva out, the thick scent of cum clinging to her breath and tongue.
It was a humiliating sight, yet Albert’s cock twitched harder, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
He grabbed the base of his massive shaft and slapped her cheeks with it twice, leaving a faint red mark.
The queen felt a fresh surge of heat bloom between her thighs.
Her womb fluttered, empty and aching.
“Sit on the desk.”
The moment the command left his lips, Beatrix rose and perched on the edge of the desk, legs spread wide.
Her soaked cunt glistened openly in front of him.
Albert stepped between her thighs, gripping the root of his cock and pressing the fat head against her entrance.
Squelch♡
The moment the swollen head breached her, her pussy clenched greedily around him, milking and fluttering like it had missed him.
Just like yesterday.
Just like every night they had shared.
“Haaaaang!”
Albert sank in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Beatrix’s scream of ecstasy echoed off the walls.
He placed both hands on her plush, powerful thighs and began to fuck her with brutal, piston-like strokes.
Her inner walls were already slick and creamy, rippling around his girth, milking him.
“Fuuuk… fuuuk…!”
“Uhn… just like that… harder… ah!”
Albert’s pace grew rougher. Beatrix’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, arms locking around his neck.
She wanted him deeper. She wanted him to ruin her.
‘Breathing’s getting hard… but it feels so good…’
He buried his face in the valley between her breasts, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her sweat-slick skin. The soft flesh of her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples stiff and begging to be pinched.
“Uooh… oooh…!”
The head of his cock battered her cervix, grinding against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside. A feral growl tore from Beatrix’s throat.
White fluid sprayed from her cunt with every brutal snap of his hips, splattering the desk.
Beatrix stared at the ceiling, eyes glassy, completely lost in her overwhelming love for him.
Heart-shaped pupils.
Albert gripped her thick thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, and pounded into her with all his strength.
Sometimes he slammed in so deep his cockhead mashed directly against her cervix, hips circling with perfect, merciless precision.
Every time, thick, opaque female cum oozed down his shaft from her fluttering folds, creamy bubbles forming where their bodies met.
It looked almost as if she was squirting his own seed.
“Ah…”
A regretful moan escaped Albert’s lips.
He was buried to the hilt inside her warm, pulsing cunt. His orgasm was only seconds away.
His cock began to throb violently.
“Coming… I’m coming…!”
Beatrix’s toes curled, toes spreading wide as the orgasm hit her like lightning.
“Uuuuuck! Uuuuuck!”
Ropes of hot, thick cum erupted from his cock, flooding her womb in powerful pulses.
Her belly swelled visibly, the outline of his cockhead pressing against her skin.
“Haah… haah…”
Albert buried his face in her heaving breasts, panting as he emptied himself.
The other kind of softness—his own—pressed against her palm as he reached down to stroke her clit.
“Uuuuoh…!”
Beatrix came again, harder than ever, body convulsing around him in aftershocks.
She collapsed against his chest, trembling, sweat-soaked and glowing with bliss.
*
“Mmm… insane.”
In one of the private rooms of Beatrix’s royal palace, a lone woman sat staring at the ceiling, lips moving in a dazed murmur.
It was Maria, the northern queen.
[Eh? You mean I can’t see him right now?]
[Yes. His Majesty is…]
She had arrived in the capital only moments earlier and had been politely directed elsewhere the instant she reached the palace gates.
At the royal study.
The sounds of passionate, animalistic fucking had been unmistakable—her own minister’s voice mixed with the queen’s ecstatic cries.
[What… what is that?]
Maria had blinked, confused, even though she already knew the reports.
Reality was far more vivid than any letter.
The attendant kept her head bowed.
[Right now His Majesty is… enjoying his wife’s body. He always checks on her like this the moment work ends. Multiple times a day. Even in the middle of the afternoon. In bed. The servants and maids are in heat constantly now. They get excited just from the scent when we try to clean up afterward.]
Maria’s face twisted.
She slid two fingers into her own soaked pussy, eyes narrowing.
Jealousy burned hot in her chest.
‘Too envious. I’m going to lose my mind.’
And envy.
The northern queen’s fingers curled, hips rolling in frustration.