Prince Nazrath was performing his afternoon Deena worship when his assistant came calling. He looked up from between the legs of the woman he was licking, nodded at the assistant to approach, and then turned back to the pussy splayed open in front of him. He continued giving strong, long licks, stopping to press the tip of his tongue extra firmly onto her clit.
"Your Highness, there is news from Perr Olef."
"Yes?" Prince Nazrath said, pausing between strokes. The prone woman gave off shudders and small moans as he inserted his fingers into her, pumping them gently in and out while giving the assistant more of his attention.
"The six breeders have been found, five women and a non-binary person, and from what I hear they are varied and quite pleasing." The assistant watched the Prince continue to stroke the woman. Her eyes were drawn to his fingers glistening as they dove in and out of the puffy folds. She felt herself get slightly wet at the sight- the Prince's skill was undeniable. His hands were strong, his forearms well muscled, and they pistoned smoothly in and out of the beautiful vagina before him.
The Prince grinned at the assistant and nodded, pleased. "Excellent, when will they arrive? I would like to set off as soon as possible." The assistant again felt a slight twinge at his smile, for a moment wishing she was prone on the table. He reburied his face in the cunt before him, sensing how close the woman was to orgasm. He quickened his pace, hooking his fingers into her as he sucked and licked her clitoris.
"Perr Olef said they should be in the shuttle by tomorrow, and on board by the end of the ten day." The assistant paused as the woman orgasmed, her hands reaching down to hold his face against her. Her hands twisted in his hair, and the assistant could see how hard this made him. The Prince rocked and hummed against her as she shuddered, stroking her hips and belly with his hands. At last she sighed and released him. The woman sat up, nodded to the secretary, pulled on her boiler suit, and exited the room with a deep bow to the Prince. He returned the bow, less deep, wiped his neatly trimmed beard down with a warm washcloth, and sighed with satisfaction. He sank into a silk covered loveseat with a satisfied sigh.
"If my puritanical ancestors could see what you do for worship, their heads would explode."
"Certainly their lower heads", the Prince said with a wink. He cracked the knuckles of his strong, capable hands, and stretched his broad chest.