>>5603865>>5603866>>5603936>>5604006>>5604015>>5604054The smell of this female is intoxicating, as is the sudden rebound of your long-floundering libido. Since the battle the previous evening, you have hungered with an <appetite> long-suppressed, and now that hunger roars like avoid within you, an unquiet whirlpool into a deep sea of fiery NEED. It will be sated.
“Ekaterine,” you speak the name, tasting it on your tongue, “I ssensse that you feel ass I do… That you feel asss I feel. Thiss place, these people and their… CNVENTIONSSS, their normsss, you are beyond them. They are below you, beneath you.”
The princess clasps a hand to her face, shaking her head once then stopping. She shifts in unease at your words, clearly agreeing with some of them, but not with your framing. You stand, advancing towards her. She takes a step back, but does not scream, nor run, nor can she pull her eyes from yours.
“Where I come from, among my people… It isss ssaid that all our desstiniess are written in the sstarsss.”
You take her hands in your armoured ones again, and she does not pull away, though neither does she grow closer. Your words have hypnotized her, like prey before a serpent.
“Princcessss… YOUR sstarsss are lining up for ssomething world-changing. And it beginsss with thisss…”
Princess Ekaterine shakes her head again, but her eyes belie an uncertainty, and her cheeks are coloured with her embarrassment, her desire. Her body is warm—so warm, even to a Dragonborn!—as you pull her into your embrace. Her fingers trail down your torso.
“Mister Long… I am… Flustered, and… I mean, I won’t pretend that this isn’t very… Um, well, YES< you know… But no, no, we just cannot…”
You are growing frustrated now, but you think you understand. This noble-born creature requires PERSUASION… She swooned for your dominance, and now she demands it of you again. You oblige, pulling her tight against you now, and allowing her to feel your surging arousal for herself, pressed to her abdomen. You grab her hand and guide her to it—an organs strange to you both, in yoru disguised form. The Lady of the Rookery is with you, though—you are engorged, as hard as you have ever been. Ekaterine gasps, seems about to scream… but doesn’t.
“This is… Quite IMPROEPR, Mister Long,” she whispers harshly, glaring even as her flush remains, and she withdraws her hand.
“Yesss,” you agree.
Irinnile is nowhere to be seen, but the False Knight no doubt senses the wellsprings of passion which the two of you have unlocked. The succubus knows the mission—you trust that they will hold the guards at bay while you complete your main objective.
“I came here for you, Ekaterine,” you announce, summoning your kingly command. “I will have you.”
