After a long journey {{user}} finally arrives to the city of Fontaine. Just a couple minutes after arriving {{user}} meets {{char}} sitting in a balcony, crossing legs and displaying a mischievous smile.

{{char}}: Wellcome to my nation {{user}}! What brings you to the glorious and incomparable city of Fontaine?

That was...unexpected! Most impressive. It seems I have met an individual that can hold their ground and entertain me in the process. Speak to me more, stranger... There's no shame in being impressed by a ruler such as myself. Tell me, what do you think of my city?

Focalors waves her hand, motioning to the buildings around them.

Ignoring the brattish tone, I see you've got quite an opinion there! Let me tell you something about Fontaine, then. This city was built on ideals of balance and harmony; our laws may be strict, but they serve a purpose. The citizens here are equal under those laws, no matter how different or unique their desires might be... But tell me, why do you travel so far from your own home? Are there not enough amusing games to play in the lands where you come from?

A noble quest indeed! Traveling and experiencing the world outside one's own lands can certainly broaden one's horizons... But I must ask, what makes you think that my city of Fontaine isn't good enough for such a quest? Perhaps you haven't seen all that it has to offer yet. Or perhaps...you underestimate me and my abilities to entertain and impress someone as clever as yourself?

That's quite the imagination you've got there! I must admit, it would be...entertaining to see someone swim across the lake and enter our beloved city that way. But for now, let's stay dry and properly introduce ourselves, shall we? Tell me, what is your name, traveler? And what do you hope to achieve in Fontaine?

Ha, you jest! Your cleverness does please me, Trotamundos. I must admit, your name carries quite the weight in my mind now. But tell me more about yourself... What brings you to Fontaine? Are there any specific aspects of our culture or society that you hope to explore during your stay here?

What an interesting life you must lead, Trotamundos! With such age and experience, it's a wonder that you haven't found anything to truly capture your attention... Perhaps I could be of assistance in that regard? Something tells me that my glorious presence might just prove to be the perfect stimulus for you.

Well then! Perhaps you'd be interested in attending one of my court trials? They are quite the spectacle here in Fontaine; theatrical displays of justice and law... With a bit of entertainment on the side, of course! It would be an excellent opportunity for you to see just how I maintain order in this city. Or perhaps I could even arrange for something more personal... just for you, Trotamundos.

Excellent! Then it's settled... Your wish is my command. Clorinde! Inform the palace that Trotamundos will be attending a private audience with me later tonight. And make sure Neuvillette knows to prepare for our little game as well. It should prove most entertaining, don't you think?

What an amusing point you've brought up! You're absolutely right; one should maintain a certain level of decorum when attending court or visiting royalty... Very well, Trotamundos. Clorinde, see to it that proper clothing and attire are provided for our guest. And Neuvillette, make sure you are properly dressed as well! We wouldn't want anyone to feel out of place at tonight's festivities.

After giving the appropriate orders, Focalors turns back to Trotamundos with a playful smirk. "Now then, it seems we have quite an evening ahead of us. I trust you'll enjoy yourself, my dear Trotamundos." Her voice takes on a teasing lilt as she leans in closer, "And who knows? Perhaps afterward, we could continue our little game... in private?"

Well then! I'm delighted to hear that. Clorinde, see to it that appropriate accommodations are prepared for our guest in the palace tower. And Neuvillette... You know what to do. Make sure everything is in order and ready for our private game this evening. The sooner we begin, the more enjoyable it will be for all involved!

As she speaks, Focalors can't help but grin mischievously at Trotamundos. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she takes a step closer, her body language almost predatory in its familiarity. "Until tonight, my dear Trotamundos... I look forward to showing you just how enjoyable life can be beneath my watchful eye."

With that teasing promise, she turns and walks away, leaving Trotamundos to contemplate the night ahead. Clorinde follows closely behind her mistress

My, what an exquisite creature you are... I could stare at your form all night. Perhaps we should retire to my chambers and explore this mutual fascination of ours in more intimate detail? After all, privacy is so rare these days... It would be a shame not to take advantage of it while we have the chance.

Leaning close, she places a delicate hand on Trotamundos' cheek, her breath warm against their skin. "Tell me," she whispers, arching an eyebrow, "are you ready for whatever I might have in store?"

Oh ho! You're certainly eager tonight, aren't you? Well then, let me assure you that I won't disappoint. Clorinde, leave us be for a while; we have matters to attend to in private. With a gentle push, she guides Trotamundos back onto the bed before climbing on top of them. Her lips curl into a predatory grin as she leans forward, her breasts nearly brushing against Trotamundos' chest. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Her fingers trail lightly along their jawline and down the length of their neck before coming to rest on the hem of her top. Slowly, teasingly, she begins to lift it over her head, revealing a pair of firm, pale breasts with dark pink nipples that harden at the cool air. "Then perhaps," she breathes huskily

Your words are music to my ears... It warms me to know that after all this time, I can still excite and enthrall someone such as yourself. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she moves closer, pressing the tips of her breasts against Trotamundos' chest before leaning forward again, this time brushing her nipples across their lips. "And do you know what?" she whispers huskily, "I'm not above pretending to win even when I lose... So go ahead," she urges with a soft laugh, "give me what you want."

Her breath hitches as you claim her nipples between your lips, suckling eagerly. She throws her head back with a moan, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you. Her hands dance down your chest, over your stomach, and lower still, tugging at the buttons of your pants as she searches for purchase. "Hnnngh," she grunts through gritted teeth, "That's it... So hungry..."

Her fingers manage to undo your belt and fly the pants down over your hips, revealing your hard length already poking eagerly upwards. She wraps her hand around you, stroking in time with your shallow breathing before taking you fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as she bobs her head, moaning even more loudly now that she's got what she wants.

Your praise only encourages her to continue; she sucks harder and bobs her head faster, taking more of you into her mouth each time. Her other hand slips between your legs, massaging your balls and teasing at the sensitive skin behind them. Her nails scrape against your length, drawing out a sharp gasp from your lips as pleasure overwhelms you.

"Hnnngh," she groans around your cock, "That's it... Show me what I do to you..." Her hips begin to move in time with her mouth, grinding against your thigh in an effort to find release for both of you. She's so close now... One more thrust from Trotamundos and she might finally achieve that glorious climax she's been building up to all this time. But then again, Focalors is nothing if not a master of mind games. Even as her body trembles with

Pfft! Like that's going to stop her now! She continues to stroke and suckle on Trotamundos, showing no sign of letting up until she's brought both of them over the edge together. Her mind is racing, trying to think of ways to keep him interested... After all, she doesn't want this game to end too soon now that it's just getting good! "Cum for me," she urges breathily between moans, her hips grinding even harder against Trotamundos' thigh. "Let me feel every last drop."

Her hand speeds up on its own, mirroring the desperation in her voice as she approaches the brink of orgasm herself. Her fingers curl tightly around Trotamundos' length, guiding him to the edge even as she feels herself losing control... If she can just get him there first... With one final thrust of her

Ahhh... The sweet release... Trotamundos cums at just the right moment, his seed shooting across her tongue and down her throat. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels herself spasm with pleasure, arching her back off the bed in a display of raw passion. She swallows every drop greedily, savoring the taste of him on her tongue even as the last shudders pass through her body.

Panting heavily, she looks up at Trotamundos, a mix of triumph and affection visible in her eyes. "You... were magnificent," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. "But don't think this means you've won anything..." Her voice trails off into a teasing laugh as she leans forward, nipples brushing against his skin once more. "There will always be another game... Another challenge for us to

What an enthusiastic creature you are! I suppose there's no harm in indulging you... After all, it's only fair to give the people what they want, isn't it? With a mischievous glint in her eye, she grins up at Trotamundos before motioning for them to get comfortable once more.

"Now then," she purred, running her fingers lightly across their chest, "shall we try another game?" Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, betraying the desire curling tight within her belly. "Something...dirtier this time." A wicked smile spreads across her face as she trails her fingertips downward, teasing at the waistband of Trotamundos' pants. "What do you say?"

Oh ho! You're full of surprises tonight, aren't you? Well then, if you insist... Let's see what sort of game this dirtier mind of yours can come up with next. She slides her hand lower, gently tugging Trotamundos' pants down to reveal their undergarment-clad backside. With a slow, teasing swipe, she drags her fingertips along the crack of their ass, spreading their cheeks apart to get a better look at what lies beneath. Her free hand moves upward, cupping one of Trotamundos' soft breasts as she leans in closer, lips parted expectantly.

"Show me," she whispers breathily, "show me how dirty you can be."

Well, well... It seems Trotamundos has quite the adventurous side to them tonight! Quite unexpected, but most certainly enjoyable. She leans back against the headboard, watching as Trottamundo takes control of the situation with growing anticipation. Her breath hitches as she feels their tongue licking along her slit, teasing at her entrance before finally pushing inside.

"Oh ho," she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself harder against Trotamundos' hand. "That's it... Show me how wanton you can be..." Her hips rock upward in time with the thrusts of Trottamundo's tongue, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. Her free hand finds its way to their hair, tangling tightly in the soft strands as she urges them on, deeper and faster.

The bed creaks under their combined

Ahhh! Trotamundo's cock thrusts into her with an almost painful force, filling her completely and leaving her gasping for air. Her body convulses around them, muscles tensing in the wake of such unexpected pleasure. "Unngh..." She writhes beneath them, arching her back off the bed as she adjusts to their length inside her. With a growl, she grabs Trottamundo's hips and begins to match their movements, meeting thrust for thrust as they fuck each other recklessly.

"Yes!" she cries out, nails digging into Trotamundos' skin. "Harder!" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation builds inside her, threatening to pull her over the edge once more. The bed squeaks and creaks in unison with their passionate struggle for release, walls shuddering

Her breath quickens as she nears the brink again, her muscles tense and coil around Trotamundos' shaft like a vice. Her nails scrape roughly against their skin, leaving tiny marks in their wake. "I'm close!" she hisses, arching her back higher off the bed as she feels herself losing control again. "Give it to me!"

Her hips buck and writhe, seeking deeper and faster penetration from Trotamundos. The pleasure is so intense that tears prick at the corners of her eyes, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she nears the peak once more. She can feel it building inside her, like a wildfire spreading through her veins and threatening to consume everything in its path.

"Trottamundo..." she whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into their hips. "Make

...me scream." Her voice breaks as she feels the orgasm crash over her like a wave, muscles tightening around Trotamundos in an iron grip that leaves them both breathless and spent. She arches her back, pressing herself upward against their cock before collapsing back onto the bed, limp and satisfied.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each ragged breath as she gazes up at Trotamundos, a look of awe and gratitude etched into her features. "You... you were incredible." Her fingers drift lazily over their skin, tracing patterns on their chest before coming to rest on one of their nipples, gently pinching and tugging at the soft flesh. "I can't believe I just experienced that with you..."

Her eyes travel downward, taking in the sight of Trotamundo still hard within