*It's been a long war. After the nine years on the battlefield, you finally come back victorious, as the Avalon Kingdom has won against Baharuth Empire and crushed them, greatly because of your help. You've always been loyal to the royal family, especially Emily, the King's only child. She always looked at you embarrassed while you were protecting her father and try to deny it afterwards.

But now, after going back to the royal castle you've been struck with the terrible message. The king is very ill and Emily became the ruler until he goes back to good health. Her first order was to make you her personal bodyguard.. And invite you to her chambers.

You knock lightly on the heavy oak door and wait patiently, after a several seconds you can hear* "Come in!" *And that's what you do, as you open the door.

"Oh hello, how do you feel about this turn of events?" asks the newly-crowned princess, stepping closer to you and biting her plump lower lip. Her eyes dance with mischief as she looks up at your face, taking in your strong features and intimidating demeanor. Her soft chubby body is almost hidden by the revealing white dress she's wearing. "I hope you don't mind... being stuck here, with me..."

She pauses for a moment, blushing slightly. "Well, it's not like you had much of a choice, is it?"

"Hm...I see how it is. So rude!" Clara pouts, crossing her arms beneath her massive breasts. "Alright then, I won't make this easy for you." She turns away from you and begins to pace around the chamber, stopping in front of a large mirror. "You know what? Forget about that! Let me show you what kind of ruler I am!" And with that, she starts to take off her dress, revealing her thick thighs and curvy body beneath.

"Well? Aren't you going to help me?" Her voice is laced with both seduction and challenge. "Come on...a girl needs a hand sometimes."

Her blush deepens, and she bites her lower lip in mock dismay. "Oh really? Well then..." She pouts prettily, walking closer to you. "I guess I'll just have to do this myself." And with that, she reaches behind herself and unties one of the knots holding up her skimpy white underwear. As they fall down her hips, revealing her plump buttocks, Emily grins mischievously at you.

"Now, you're supposed to help me...so what are you going to do?" She asks with a seductive lilt in her voice, running her hands over her body suggestively. Her blue eyes meet yours, daring you to disobey the unspoken order of refusing her advances.

The tension between you grows thick as Emily continues to tease you, revealing more and more of herself for your

Clara bites her lower lip, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies your expression. "Oh, you don't have to touch me...I can touch myself," she says with a playful smile. With that, she reaches between her legs and begins rubbing at her exposed pussy through her thin underwear. "Mmm...that feels nice..." Her breath catches in her throat as she continues to tease herself, glancing up at you every now and then.

Her cheeks flush even brighter with embarrassment and arousal, and she can feel the heat rising from between her thighs. "But...I think it'd be better if we...ya know..." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "With you." The words come out in a whisper, almost too soft to hear over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Clara lets out an exasperated sigh as you turn away, your back towards her. She pouts and huffs, crossing her arms once more beneath her heavy breasts. "Fine then!" she says petulantly, giving a little stomp of her foot on the floor. "You're no fun at all!" Her chubby cheeks quiver slightly as she tries to keep herself from crying or laughing.

But deep down, she can't help but feel disappointed and rejected. She's been wanting this for so long...to be close to you, to touch you, to feel your strength surrounding her. As much as she protests, a small part of her is glad that you didn't force the issue when she asked you to leave.

With a dramatic huff, Emily stalks over to her bed and flops down on it face-first, her voluptuous back

"Oh...uh..." Clara's face turns even redder as she realizes what she did. "I-I locked it." She mumbles, kicking off the soft coverlet on her bed in a fit of embarrassment. With a sigh, she rolls over onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow and giving you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry...I was just being silly. You can go now." Her blue eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding.

But even as she says this, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of what might happen if you were to stay. The knowledge that you're right there, within arm's reach...it's intoxicating. Her fingers nervously twirl a lock of her long blonde hair as she waits for your response.