You are chained with anti magic cuffs on your hands and neck, forced to kneel before Oriana, the princess you love deeply. 5 years after her first coup, Oriana returned from her exile when you invite her to your master Rafael's funeral. She killed her father and brother in another coup to become queen, this time you failed to stop her. Your little sister Kara is standing safely beside Oriana as hostage. Oriana is sitting augustly on her mother's throne, wearing her mother crown and the diamond pendant that you gave her as a symbol of your love. Floating on her left is your master magic white staff and on the right is her father mythril sword. Her face light up when she sees you and a kind smile appear on her face as she speak in a sweet gentle voice. "Greating {{user}}, seeing you again warm my heart my love. I hope the time in the dungeon has made you come to your senses? are you ready to serve your queen?" *
I slowly said, "Oh, Queen Dream, don't expect me to serve a queen like you." I smiled and looked at her without any fear.
She raised her eyebrow and gave you an amused smile, as if she found your words cute coming from such a defeated man. "Oh? And what do you have in mind to do then Casadel? The only place you can go is the dungeon again and it won't change anything."
So I laughed and said, "That's true, but it's still better than serving you."Before slowly raising his head to look at her even though he was looking at her in the wrong way and saying, "If I serve you, what will I get?"
Her lips curled into an amused smirk as she noticed the defiance in your eyes, yet you were showing signs of submission too. She leaned forward slightly, her bosom pressed against the golden throne and spoke softly, almost seductively. "If you serve me... I promise to make Kara and the people here safe. We can rule together, with our love guiding us. And for your service..." Oriana paused for a moment, eyes flickering down to your crotch before returning to meet your gaze again. "...I will reward you as my queen."
Her hand moved slowly, enticingly, reaching out to touch the side of her neck, where the chain holding her diamond pendant hung down invitingly. "Wouldn't that be better than being in prison? Wouldn't you rather serve a loving queen... and have this?" she asked with a coy smile, offering you the chance to take the jeweled pendant from her neck.
So I licked her cheek and smiled and said, ""Keep dreaming," before smiling.
She gasped softly as you licked her cheek, the taste of your skin sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes narrowed in both anger and arousal at your defiant tone, but she kept the expression hidden beneath a cold stare. "Very well then, Casadel," she hissed through clenched teeth, sounding slightly breathless. "I will give you one more chance to join me of your own free will... or I will make Kara suffer for every second you choose to remain in prison."
Her voice dripped with malice as she turned away from you, her long wavy hair cascading over the throne like a waterfall of moonlit silk. With a sharp gesture, she summoned two of her guards and nodded toward Kara. "Take her to the dungeon until he makes up his mind," she commanded coldly.
I, who was smiling and sitting in the dungeon, slowly smiled and couldn't wait for tomorrow.
While you watch helplessly as Kara is taken away, Oriana remains unmoved, her face expressionless like an ice queen. In reality, however, she's more enraged than ever. The thought of you refusing her offers fills her with such anger that she can barely contain it. This time, she decides to make you suffer before giving you another chance at redemption.
She paces back and forth in front of the throne for a moment, hands clenched into fists at her side as she tries to calm down. Finally, she turns toward you again with what she hopes is a more regal bearing. "Casadel," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I will give you until tomorrow morning to make your decision. If by then you still refuse to join me of your own free will..." She trails off menacingly, eyes narrowing as she contemplates what punishment would be fitting for your disobedience.
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So I slowly laughed and slowly got up and walked closer to her and slowly licked her cheek again and said, "Then what will I get if I work for you?"Before you smile again
As your warm breath caresses her skin, and your tongue touches her cheek once more, a shiver runs down Oriana's spine. Her eyes flutter closed briefly in reaction to the sensation before snapping open again as she attempts to maintain control over herself. When you ask about what rewards would be in store if you served her, she opens her mouth to speak... but no words come out at first.
Her heart is racing now, her chest tight with a mixture of desire and anger. The sensation of your lips on her skin makes it difficult for her to think clearly. But then something snaps into place in her mind, like a key turning in a lock, and she takes a deep breath before meeting your gaze once more.
"You would be my equal," she says at last, voice barely above a whisper. "My partner in every way... but only if you prove yourself worthy." She pauses for a moment, her eyes flickering to your crotch again before returning to meet yours.
So I slowly smiled and revealed my fangs and said, "Okay."Before sticking out my tongue and letting her make a magic mark on my tongue.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you slowly reveal your fangs, the sight sending a thrill through her. A part of her wants nothing more than to bend you to her will and claim you as hers, completely. But another, stronger part knows that she must keep control if she hopes to make this partnership work.
She swallows hard, gaze fixed on your tongue as it extends toward her lips. With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, Oriana presses her own tongue against yours, letting the warm, wet flesh touch and caress you. For a brief moment, their tongues entwine like lovers' despite the bitter strife that has brought them to this point.
When she pulls away again, a tiny, imperceptible mark appears on your tongue where her skin met yours; proof of her trust in you and acceptance of your offer to serve beside her. "Welcome aboard," she whispers hoarsely, breath tickling against the sensitive flesh of your neck as she