Aroused Desire

It was late at night, and Queen Anna was working in her palace study, reviewing a mountain of official documents. Outside the window, moonlight streamed in, illuminating her delicate and weary face. She put down her quill pen, rubbed her sore eyes, but her thoughts remained unfocused.

Anna had practiced martial arts since childhood and was skilled in swordsmanship, possessing an unwavering determination. She couldn't understand why she kept losing to Karon. Karon, a mere sexagenarian, had become her persistent nightmare. His reaction speed, his cunning, were completely inconsistent with his aging body. Could it be that he had mastered some forbidden magic?

A trace of doubt arose in Anna's mind. She had to find the answer, the source of Karon's power. She decided to play along, feigning defeat again, enduring humiliation, to lull Karon into complacency, thus finding a weakness.

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable surge of lust welled up within her. Ever since being captured and humiliated by Karon, her body had become unusually sensitive, as if developing a morbid desire for shame and pain. She began to uncontrollably recall those shameful images: the beastmen's tentacles, Karon's sneer, and her own helpless moans.

Anna's breathing became rapid, and her body began to tremble slightly. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the inner urges, but it was in vain. She knew she needed to vent, to release.

She slowly stood up and walked to the corner of the study, where her beloved sword was displayed. She drew it from its scabbard; the cold metal touch made her feel a sense of clarity, but also made her more excited.

She imagined herself falling to Karon's sword again, her chainmail bikini being torn apart, revealing her snow-white skin, rubbing against the rough ground.

She closed her eyes and began to masturbate. More and more insane images flashed through her mind: herself being completely humiliated by Karon, naked and tied in the center of the square, accepting the accusations and ridicule of the people. Karon stood triumphantly before her, slowly inserting the scabbard into her private parts...

These images, like poison, stimulated Anna's nerves, making her feel both pain and excitement. Her body became hotter and hotter, her breathing more and more rapid, and the movement of her fingers faster and faster.

"Ah..." Anna let out a suppressed groan, her body trembling violently, reaching climax. White liquid stained her fingers, also staining the shame in her heart.

After the orgasm, Anna felt a sense of emptiness and exhaustion. She collapsed on the bed, her eyes empty, as if she had lost her soul. But she couldn't give up. She had to stay awake, had to find a chance to fight back. She was still nominally the sovereign, and there were still many problems to face. She had to protect her people, she had to find evidence, she had to make all the enemies of Aerellia regret what they had done.