Work through the tension
From Create Your Own Story
You remind yourself that you’re the Queen now, not just some juvenile princess that can act on any whim. You must have restraint and impulse control. What’s more, you find that denying that urge for a time makes it even sweeter when it is finally acted upon, for both you and others.
As you proceed through the various toasts, songs, dances, and other celebrations, the romantic thoughts are controlled, but do not disappear. If anything, they start to grow. What started as a romantic interlude grew to being pounded in both holes, then shifted back to your brothers offer earlier this morning, then to a marathon love session until the morning rose, and then to a gangbang. The various peacocks seeking to woo you certainly aren’t helping the situation. They all want the same thing you do, and most of them are being more open about it than you. While this is making the urge to run with at least one of them even harder to resist, it does give you the benefit of getting to be more selective. While Theiss, a short, pudgy, balding man with an inflated view of himself, and others like him, are seeking your attention rather openly, there are far more attractive men also vying for your attention, and your body.
You’re able to finally put your sexual tensions into a more productive and enjoyable fashion. Rather than thinking in terms of holding out on sex, it becomes a game of which one(s) are the best specimens to collude with. You decide on a tie between two men. Bernard, a military captain from the east who has the strength and stamina. Leo, a skilled romantic artist and with the most beautiful facial features you’ve seen on a man.
Thankfully, while both men are ordinarily competitive, neither are the sort to compete for your affection. With the last of the meat eaten, the last of the wine drank, and the last of the songs sung, you lead them both to your bedroom, and have them work you at the same time. Bernard stretches your ass with his unusually wide cock, while Leo takes your pussy, allowing you to look at that gorgeous face…when your eyes aren’t clamped shut in orgasm.
As the next day breaks, your suspicions are confirmed. As you suspected, no one was looking for Anastasia or Yuliy. You time Yuliy’s release of the gallows until after most of the chattier nobles have left, just in case. In the end, Yuliy learned nothing of the secret romance, though his sister had many longing looks at Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael before departing from the castle. You mentally pat yourself on the back for having handled this so diplomatically, albeit underhanded.
