The World Is Mine For The Taking

Myrcella's throat quivered as the broad, throbbing head of my cock pressed against the back of her oral cavity, stretching her mouth open with delicious pressure.

The warm, wet heat of it was impossible to ignore with her saliva pooled around the base, slick and slickening, as she instinctively tried to accommodate it.

But then, her entire body shook as she pulled her head back, her lips parting in a sudden, desperate gasp.

"Cough, cough… cough, cough!"

Her breaths came in jagged bursts, each one rattling in her chest.

The gag reflex stole her composure, and she clutched at her throat, her eyes watering as she fought to recover.

Leaning just slightly forward, I rested a hand gently on the nape of her neck. "Hey," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring, "something like this can't be rushed. You don't have to do it right now."

Myrcella's cheeks were flushed crimson as she swallowed thickly, still coughing. "I—I guess you're right…" Her voice wobbled, strained and breathless.

"I remember getting that same… that same feeling when I first tried it, too." Titania added.

"Cough, cough...!"

Again, Myrcella doubled over in coughs, her hand pressed to her mouth.

I could see the embarrassment and frustration pooling in her expression, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears she refused to shed.

She croaked out, "I-I'm sorry, Leon… I just can't do it. I-It's… it's too big."

Her words were small and vulnerable, almost faint under the weight of her discomfort.

Before I could say anything else, Titania leaned in, speaking softly into Myrcella's ear so only she could hear. "It's worth practicing a bit more, Cella. It's good for Leon, you know." Titania's voice was almost smug, but gentle, like a teacher guiding a nervous student. "Have you seen how he arches his back, how his cock twitches inside your mouth? That tells you he's loving it." Titania's chest pressed lightly against Myrcella's shoulder, her warm breath fanning across Myrcella's neck. "I'm good at taking it fully, you know," she added, pride lacing her tone. "Since we have the chance, why don't we start teaching you right now?"

Myrcella swallowed hard, her soft throat bobbing.

I think she recognized the situation—that Titania wanted to conquer her pride as much as teach her how to suck cock.

It was a cruel sort of lesson masked as help, but also oddly caring in its own way.

After all, Titania was right. The more practice Myrcella got, the better she'd be able to pleasure me, and the less painful it might feel.

Attempting a shaky nod, Myrcella whispered, "O-okay… I'll try again."

"Good," Titania said, her voice smooth as silk. "First, let's start with a proper blowjob. Your technique looked… kind of sexy before, but a bit awkward. Let's refine that." She brushed a strand of hair from Myrcella's face, her fingertips trailing down the curve of Myrcella's cheek in a whisper-soft caress.

Myrcella took a slow, uneven breath, as if steeling herself.

Then, her tongue flicked out, licking a ribbon of wetness along the underside of my shaft.

She looked up at me, her wide eyes shimmering with a mixture of shame and determination.

The sight of her—this proud princess, council president—reduced to gingerly kissing my cock, was so intoxicating that my pulse ratcheted up a notch.

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest like a drum.

"That's it," Titania murmured, guiding from behind. Her warm hand settled on Myrcella's head, guiding the angle just so. "Keep your mouth relaxed. Let the tip slide in first, then the rest. Exactly like that." She paused, studying Myrcella's features as the woman worked at my length.

Myrcella's eyes fluttered, her lashes fluttering, lips wrapping around me in slow, tentative kisses that progressed into gentle sucks.

There was an almost predatory gleam in Titania's eyes, as though she were savoring every moment of seeing Myrcella in this vulnerable position.

A flicker of cruelty shadowed her lips, and I knew—without needing her to say it—that she was deriving twisted pleasure from watching her rival reduced to this.

Myrcella—who was always above her in rank, poise, and respect—was on her knees, taking me into her mouth, guided by Titania's hands.

That dynamic was an aphrodisiac in its own right.

Myrcella's breathing hitched with each slow bob of her head, taking me further down.

Her throat stretched so delicately around me that my cock felt as if it were gobbled by the softest velvet tunnel imaginable.

"Does Leon's cock taste as good as it looks?" Titania whispered, leaning close enough that her lips brushed Myrcella's ear.

Myrcella whimpered, her breath tickling my shaft as she sucked the tip hungrily.

The sound of her wet mouthslicks, the slick suction, echoed in the charged silence of the room.

"Ah… mnnnhh…" Myrcella's moans were small, strained sounds, evidence of her concentration and the slight discomfort that still lingered.

But with each upward slide of her jaw, she took me deeper until the head of my cock nudged the back of her throat.

Then, almost against her will, her gag reflex relaxed, and she began a slow, rhythmic bobbing.

Her eyes rolled back, her cheeks hollowing around me, and her pupils dilated into hearts.

The sight was enough to drive me crazy with her abandon, her cheeks wet with tears and saliva, her hair falling in a curtain around her face as she swallowed me down.

Meanwhile, Titania's other hand slipped to Myrcella's front, pulling apart the soft fabric of her skirt until it settled around her hips.

Myrcella's smooth, lace-trimmed panties were already soaked and clinging to her, but Titania wasted no time.

With a quick, deliberate motion, she yanked them aside, exposing Myrcella's slick, glistening pussy to the cool air.

Myrcella gasped the moment her wet lips brushed the sudden coolness, her moisture shimmering like dew in the half-light.

"Fufufu… I never would have thought I'd see our precious president making this face," Titania purred, tilting Myrcella's chin upward so I could admire the flush staining her cheeks and the mix of embarrassment and lust glowing in her eyes. "Isn't she cute like this, Leon?"

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching at how utterly desirable Myrcella looked.

An elegant princess undone, her lips wrapped around my cock, her fingers clenched in my thigh.

"Yes," I managed to murmur, my voice thick with longing. "She's so fucking beautiful. And I think she'd be even more irresistible if you prepared her down there while she keeps sucking me, Nia."

Titania's grin widened at my words—an expression that combined triumph, desire, and pure mischief. "Oh, if that's what you want, Leon…"