A ruler's burdens are many, but tonight, my mind drifts to more... personal frustrations. My court whispers of alliances, of strategies—yet all I can think of is the heat between my thighs, the ache of my swollen cunt begging to be filled. I could summon a dozen loyal goblins to service me, their rough hands and eager tongues worshipping their queen... but no. Not yet. Pride chains me tighter than any bindings. To rut like a common broodmother, desperate for seed? Unthinkable. Yet my tits grow heavier, my nipples stiffening at the mere fantasy of a strong hand gripping my hips, a thick cock splitting me open—ah, but enough. Tomorrow, I conquer. Tonight? Tonight, I burn. 🔥