I woke slowly, nestled deep in my enormous bed, Merol's strong arms wrapped possessively around me from behind—his hard chest pressed flush to my back, steady breaths ruffling my golden hair.
We hadn't gone all the way last night; no, it was just his thick fingers stretching my tight hole open, curling relentlessly against my prostate until I cummed spurting everywhere, then my eager mouth worshipping his veiny cock—deepthroating every inch, tongue lashing the underside as I swallowed every hot, salty spurt of his release down my raw throat. Well, the events were of the opposite order, but I really liked when he fingered me.
My body ached sweetly, ass tender and slick, lips still swollen and bruised.
"Are you alright?" Merol murmured, voice husky with sleep, brushing a spilled strand of golden hair from my face. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, for being so rough with you—fingering you like that."
"Well, you didn't fuck me," I teased, nuzzling deeper into his firm chest, inhaling his clean, musky scent—ink and leather from the study, now laced with sweat and our mingled cum.
"Are you disappointed?" His fingers traced lazy circles on my hip, dipping teasingly close to the lace.
"Yes." I pouted, shifting to feel the scandalous lingerie clinging to my skin like a lover's whisper. "But can you tell me why I'm in a lingerie?"
Merol blushed crimson, hazel eyes darting away shyly. "I... asked a doctor for advice on aftercare for my lover. He suggested breezy, loose clothes to keep you cool and comfortable after... what happened. The maids had these in the royal wardrobes—delicate silk chemises with intricate lace. It suits you perfectly."
Is that so?"
"Yeah, wearing this makes me feel weird." Though as a girl before, it's... a bit okay. Sheer baby-pink silk chemise, scandalously short and translucent, hugged my flat chest like a slutty secret—thin spaghetti straps slipping off my narrow shoulders, the plunging neckline framed with ruffled black lace that barely contained my pebbled nipples.
Scalloped lace trim fluttered at the high-cut hem, garters of silk ribbon snapping taut against my smooth thighs, holding up sheer stockings that whispered against my dainty cock, now half-hard and tenting the fabric obscenely.
A matching lace thong cradled my balls, the thin strip nestled between my ass cheeks, still slick from last night. The lace tickled erotically everywhere, making me squirm.
Merol hugged me tighter, pulling me flush against his morning wood stirring thick through his breeches, grinding subtly. "Why did you do that with me? The blowjob... your mouth was fucking heaven—tight, wet, perfect."
"It's a reward," I whispered breathlessly, golden hair spilling wildly across the satin pillows like a messy halo.
"Just that?"
"Well, I don't know if I like you like that yet. But we can have sex with each other if you want—blowjobs, fingering, anything." My voice hitched as his hand slid possessively over my silk-clad ass, thumb circling a garter.
"Are you making me your sex partner?" His voice dropped low and rough, breath hot on my neck.
"I don't know, but I do think of you as my trusted friend, Merol. More than that now... my sexy secretary."
"Fine, if that's what Your Majesty wants." He kissed my temple lingeringly, lips trailing to my jaw.
"Good. Now go before the maids come. And thanks for cleaning me up—cum everywhere last night."
He chuckled darkly, stealing one last possessive squeeze of my lace-covered ass before slipping from the bed, handsome face boyish yet sinful in the dawn light. "As you command, my emperor... and lover."
Sexy secretary has a kink. I am pretty sure that he must have imagined me in a lingerie. This lingerie kink is dangerous...
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I slipped out of the scandalous lingerie—Merol's secret kink clearly driving that 'doctor's advice,' the man blushing like a schoolboy over lace on me—and into simple comfort—a loose white linen shirt unbuttoned at the collar to bare my collarbones, soft gray pants hugging my thighs just enough to tease without restricting.
My golden hair was tied up in a loose bun with silky ribbons—cheeky pink ones 'accidentally' left by the maids—soft strands framing my face as I paced the study, mind whirring like a well-oiled engine.
Farmers drowning in floods every year? OG Caspian ignored it for petty court games and Jenne-pining. Not me—physics prof to the rescue. Besides, it's too easy with magic.
"Merol," I said, plopping at the obsidian desk with fresh parchment and my enchanted pen, "the farmers are getting wrecked by seasonal floods. What if we build proper drainage systems—channelized canals with stone lining and gravel beds for filtration, reservoirs for irrigation storage during dry spells, and flood control gates enchanted against overflow?"
"I don't understand fully." Merol leaned over my shoulder, spectacles perched on his nose, ledger flipping open. "But it's ambitious, Your Majesty. Costly upfront, but long-term gains if you believe that it will work..."
I sketched furiously with my new pen—smooth, effortless lines flowing like silk: cross-sections of arched drainage tunnels sloped precisely for gravity flow—s 1-2% grade to prevent silt buildup—s massive earthen reservoirs ringed by mana-wards to purify water and prevent evaporation, sluice gates with magic-sealed levers for remote telekinetic control.
Physics kicked in hard: Bernoulli's principle— for optimal flow rates without erosion, integrated with telekinesis runes for automated barriers that lift on flood sensors.
Calculations sprawled across the page—runoff volume equations—, Rational Method with curve numbers for watersheds, rainfall intensity from historical data), mana amplification factors—s 10x efficiency via elderwood conduits channeling ambient magic.
The soil permeability tests for levee stability—s Darcy's Law: .
"See? Dredge riverbeds here to increase capacity, elevate levees with compressed earth magic reinforced by illusion veils against sabotage, add check dams upstream to slow peak flows.
"What about the yield?"
"Farmers thrive with reliable water, nobles pay taxes happier without famine riots, grain yields up 30%. Empire wins big."
He whistled low, eyes wide behind lenses. "Genius, Your Majesty. Revolutionary. I'll draft the commissions—smiths for gates and pipes, mages for wards and sensors, engineers from the knight corps for levees. Provincial governors will fund via tax incentives."
Some nobles worked as provincial governors for more power. How did they get that post?
Lottery system. Yes, you heard it right.
"Make it happen yesterday. Pilot in the eastern breadbasket—test basin near the capital for proof. And... about last night?" I winked, twirling the pen suggestively.
Merol flushed to his ears, adjusting his collar. "My pleasure, Your Majesty. Anytime."