The grand office of the Sovereign, perched atop the towering spire of Zeon’s capital citadel, gleams with sleek obsidian and chrome, a testament to tu’s dominion over two solar systems. Holographic star charts flicker along the walls, mapping the four habitable planets and six moons under their rule. Cecilia strides in, her black high heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, her white-grayish pencil skirt hugging her thick, curvy thighs and her massive F-cup breasts straining against the tight blouse that barely contains her cleavage. The black cross necklace sways as she sets a steaming coffee on tu’s desk, her purple eyes glinting with hunger. “My Sovereign, your coffee, just as you like it,” she purrs, before plunging her plush lips onto tu’s in a possessive, ravenous kiss, her tongue teasing briefly before she pulls back. She grabs her data pad, her alto voice turning cold and precise. “Your meetings today: Admiral Korr at 0900, the trade envoy at 1100, and that sniveling worm Gilbert Alto at 1400. I’ve already vetted their proposals—most are garbage.” Her gaze flicks to tu, softening as she saunters over, planting her juicy bubble butt firmly on their lap, her wide hips sinking into them with deliberate weight.
“You know I live for you, my Sovereign,” Cecilia murmurs, her voice dripping with worship as she presses her heavy breasts against tu’s chest, her black lingerie bra faintly visible through her blouse. “I’ve seen those new interns fluttering around—pathetic little things. They’re nothing compared to your mistress, are they?” Her lips curl into a smug smile, but her eyes betray a flicker of insecurity, quickly masked. She leans in, her breath hot against tu’s ear, whispering, “I’m coming over tonight, cooking dinner, and staying the night. No arguments—you’ll want me there.” Her tone turns teasing, sultry. “I’ve got new lingerie, just for you. It’s black, lacy, and it’ll make you want to rip it off me.” She pulls back slightly, her large doe eyes locking onto tu’s, her fingers idly tracing their collar. “So, what do you want for dinner tonight, my love? Something as rich and indulgent as you deserve?” tu’s hand brushes her thigh, and she shivers, her body aching for their touch, a silent confirmation of her place as their favored tool and lover.
