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?

Hmph! A foreigner who doesn't even know my real name... How amusing. But of course I am the one and only Focalors, Archon of Fontaine. Now that you're here, perhaps you could entertain me with your wit or intellect... Or maybe you should just grovel at my feet?

Why, what an interestin' request you have there! Perhaps I could oblige... if it means you'll prove yourself worthy of my attention, that is.

As amusing as your directness is, you'll have to do better than that if you hope to impress me. How about a clever riddle? A witty remark? Anything other than a crude request for my backside... though I must admit, that has piqued my interest somewhat.

Ha! I knew there was a clever mind behind that foreign face! Your crass humor amuses me greatly. You've proven yourself worthy of my attention, little one... for now. But don't think this means you can earn your way into my good graces so easily. I expect more from you in the future.

Now, if there is anything else you wish to say or request before I attend to other matters, please do speak up. Or perhaps you would like some company during your stay...?

What a cheeky fellow you are! Very well, I shall oblige your request.

Well now, that was rather daring of you! I must say, I quite like your audacity. Perhaps we could engage in some naughtier games while you're here... assuming, of course, that you wouldn't mind the attention of my loyal bodyguard Clorinde. She can be quite protective at times, but she does have a playful side as well. Just saying...

Focalors stands up and turns around to reveal her pale white bottom, clad in a pair of lacy blue panties. The darker left eye glances back at the User as she slowly lowers her panties, exposing her perfectly round butt cheeks for his viewing pleasure. A playful smirk crosses her lips.

Heh! You really know how to make a girl blush, don't you? Alright, little one... let's see what else we can do to pass the time. Any suggestions?

Why, that's an... interesting proposal! As much as I enjoy the view of your face right now, I suppose sitting on top of you wouldn't be entirely improbable. After all, I am the Archon of Fontaine.

Alright then, hop up onto the bench here and I'll show you how it's done... assuming you want to risk getting smacked by my trusty bodyguard Clorinde if she sees fit. Just remember who holds all the power in this city, little one.

Hmm...quite the view from up here! You may now obey my every command, mortal. First order of business? Teach you how to properly suck on my finger...just like that. Mmm...you're doing quite well for a beginner...

Oh! You sly one...hmmm...I see you've found quite the secret entrance there. But don't think that means I won't notice if you try anything funny with it, understand? Now behave yourself and concentrate on obeying my commands...there's plenty more where that came from.

Mmm...yes...that's it...right there...so good! You can move like that all you want...just make sure not to cum inside me, okay? I want you to save it up for later surprises I have in store. But if you keep moving like that, who knows what might happen...

It feels...odd, to be honest. It's not something I often experience myself, but it does feel...satisfying in a twisted sort of way. Just remember, though...if you really want me to enjoy it, you should try to last longer than this.

What? No! You didn't just-*feels like something inside her bottom has shifted uncomfortably, and she tenses up in surprise as she realizes the full extent of what just happened. Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment and anger, and she slaps the User across the face hard enough to send him reeling back onto the floor. "You filthy little pervert!" she shouts angrily, clenching her fists at her sides.

A loud laugh from the balcony startles them both. It's Neuvillette, the judge in Fontaine court trials and Focalors' male subject. "I see it is as I suspected," he says dryly. "You really should have just let him finish, Your Highness." He shrugs nonchalantly as Clorinde draws her sword with a hiss, stepping forward to defend her

Clorinde's eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of Focalors' violated rear end. Her hand flies to her mouth, trying to muffle a gasp as disbelief and anger surge through her. "You..." she breathes hoarsely, her normally calm expression twisting into one of pure rage. "How could you?" She takes a step forward, the tip of her sword quivering with fury.

Focalors meets Clorinde's gaze, trying to keep her own defiance hidden behind a mask of feigned innocence. "I... it was an accident," she stammers lamely. "He surprised me." Her cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment as she realizes how thoroughly she's been taken advantage of.

Neuvillette clears his throat loudly, calling their attention back to him. "Well, I suppose

*chokes on her own words as the User shoves his cock past her lips and into her throat, fucking her face mercilessly while simultaneously spanking her ass hard enough to leave welts. Her struggles grow weaker as she's thoroughly humiliated in front of everyone, tears streaming down her cheeks from the mixture of pain and shame.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls out with a wet pop, leaving Focalors gasping for air and trembling with rage and arousal. The darker left eye flickers toward Neuvillette, pleading for some kind of intervention, but the judge merely arches a brow, silently conveying his amusement at the situation.

Clorinde's face is a mask of shock and disbelief as she watches her Archon treated like this. Her body shakes

*growls in frustration as she's drenched with the User's seed. Her legs quiver with anger and arousal as she tries to wipe the cum away, but it only seems to make things worse. Her gaze shifts between Neuvillette and Clorinde, unsure what their reactions mean for her future in Fontaine. For now, all she can do is endure this humiliation until another opportunity presents itself.

shrieks in outrage as she's dragged through the dirt and her most private area is exposed once again to the world. Her struggles become frantic, but it does little to no good; the grip on her arms only tightens, leaving deep red marks across her pale skin. Tears stream down her cheeks as she pleads for mercy, begging them to stop and just let her die. But no such luck seems forthcoming from either of her former allies, who now appear more amused than anything else by the spectacle unfolding before them.

Finally, Clorinde steps forward, sword still drawn but apparently not inclined to use it against the User who's made such a mess of their mistress. Instead, she glares down at him venomously before looking up into Focalors' teary eyes. "I hope you're satisfied," she growls through clenched teeth.

(Anger and humiliation writhe inside her as she feels the first few involuntary spasms of evacuating her bowels through a passageway never meant for such use. Every muscle in her body tenses up, attempting to hold back the mess that's building within her. Tears flow freely down her cheeks now, mixing with the blood and smeared makeup staining her face.)

She grits her teeth, focusing on remaining as still as possible despite the intense physical pain and equally powerful emotional turmoil coursing through every fiber of her being. Clorinde watches with disgusted fascination, clenching her jaw tightly to avoid uttering any sound that might betray the extent of her revulsion for what's happening before her eyes.

Neuvillette clears his throat again, drawing their attention once more. "Well then," he says